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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Clemence + The Schoolmistress of Waveland + +Author: Retta Babcock + +Release Date: March 4, 2006 [EBook #17913] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CLEMENCE *** + + + + +Produced by Curtis Weyant, Sigal Alon and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images produced by the Wright +American Fiction Project.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<h1>CLEMENCE,</h1> + +<h4>THE</h4> + +<h1>Schoolmistress of Waveland,<br /><br /></h1> + +<h2>BY RETTA B. BABCOCK,</h2> + +<h5>AUTHOR OF "GRAHAM LODGE; OR, LAURA CLIFFORD'S LIFE ROMANCE."</h5> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="center poem"> +<tr><td> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Not many friends my life has made;</span> +<span class="i2">Few have I loved, and few are they</span> +<span class="i0">Who in my hand their hearts have laid;</span> +<span class="i2">And these are women. I am gray,</span> +<span class="i0">But never have I been betrayed.</span> +</div></div></td></tr> +<tr><td> +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">J. G. Holland.</span></p> +</td></tr> +</table> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>CLEVELAND, OHIO:</h4> + +<h5>PRINTED BY THE LEADER PRINTING COMPANY, NO. 142 SUPERIOR STREET.</h5> + +<h4>1870.</h4> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>PREFACE.</h2> + + +<p>The favor with which a generous public received a former +volume of the writer's, induced her, after a lapse of nearly two +years, to essay another effort of a similar nature.</p> + +<p>In the present work, <i>facts</i> were chosen for a basis, as calculated +to interest, where the wildest dream of the novelist would +pall upon the satiated mind. It has been remarked, in a homely +phrase by another, that "what comes from the heart, reaches +the heart," and if the present fruits of long and unremitting +mental labor, sustained often amid such trial and discouragements, +as seldom fall to the lot of mortal to bear, should find +sympathy and appreciation with the mass of readers, the aim of +the writer will have been fully accomplished.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CLEMENCE" id="CLEMENCE"></a>CLEMENCE,</h2> + +<h4>THE</h4> + +<h2>SCHOOLMISTRESS OF WAVELAND.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> + + +<p>"Dearest mother, do not grieve for me, it breaks my +heart."</p> + +<p>The sweet, sad voice of the speaker quivered with +unshed tears, as she knelt before the grief-bowed figure +on the sofa, and took one of the little, shrunken, +tear-wet hands in both her own, with the devotion of a +lover.</p> + +<p>"Have you not often told me of the sin of distrusting +the All-wise Being, who has cared for us all our +lives thus far? Let us put our trust in Him, and He +will 'never leave nor forsake us.' Can you not trust +Him, precious mother?"</p> + +<p>"My child, I could bear it for myself; but you, my +all of earth, my heart's dearest treasure, to be exposed +to poverty and toil for your daily bread—who have +been so delicately reared that the winds of heaven have +not been permitted to blow too roughly upon you! +My poor, fatherless darling, how can you bear it?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> +"'God is our father.' We are not friendless, nor +alone. 'He who tempereth the wind to the shorn +lamb,' will guide and guard me. Let us commit ourselves +to His care."</p> + +<p>She knelt down, and the sunshine, stealing in at the +window that May afternoon, circled her young head +like a glory. Faint and tremulous rose the sweet voice +in prayer, and little widow Graystone's sobs ceased, +and a kind of awe stole over her as she listened. And +a sweet peace filled her soul, for "angels came and ministered +unto her." Up from the mother's heart went a +pleading cry. "God keep my darling from harm!" and +as she gazed fondly upon the beautiful face before +her, with its exalted look of wrapt devotion, a fierce +pain struggled at her heart, for she thought of the +time in the not distant future, when her only one would +be motherless.</p> + +<p>One little year ago she had been the imperious +woman of fashion, and Clemence had seemed little +more than a child, in spite of the seventeen summers +that had smiled upon her young head. Indeed, she +had often experienced a feeling akin to contempt at the +unworldliness of her daughter, and sighed in secret to +see Clemence just as agreeable to Carl Alwyn, the +poor but talented artist, as she was to young Reginald +Germaine, the heir to half a million.</p> + +<p>"Just like your father, my dear," she would say, +scornfully, "and nobody knows what I have suffered +from his low notions. Just to think of his always insisting +upon my inviting those frightful Dinsmore's to +my exclusive entertainments, because, years before you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +were born, Mr. Dinsmore's father did him some service. +Why can't he pay them for it, and have an end of it? +It is perfectly shocking! The idea of bringing <i>me</i>, a +Leveridge of Leveridge, into contact with such vulgar +people."</p> + +<p>"Mamma!" and Clemence's fine eyes glow with +generous indignation, "how <i>can</i> you speak thus of one of +the noblest traits of my father's character? I love and +honor him for it, and I ask God daily to make me +worthy to be the child of such a parent."</p> + +<p>"Well, my dear," cooly replies mamma, "if it will +afford you any satisfaction to hear it, you resemble him +in every respect. In fact, I see more plainly every +day, there is not a trait of the Leveridge's about you, +deeply as I deplore it. I had hoped to have a daughter +after my own heart. I sometimes think you do not +wish to please me in anything."</p> + +<p>"Oh!" cried Clemence, "how greatly you misunderstand +me. You do not know how much I love you. +I have often wished that we were poor, so I could have +you all to myself, to show, by a lifetime of devotion, +what is in my heart."</p> + +<p>The delicate lady, splendid in misty lace and jewels, +gave a little nervous shudder at the bare thought of +poverty.</p> + +<p>"What strange fancies you have, child, and how little +you know of the realities of life." But gazing into the +pure face, with a vague dread for that future, and knowing +that One alone knew whether it might contain happiness +or misery for her darling, she said, with visible +emotion, "You are a good girl, Clemence, and whatever<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +may be in the future, remember that I always sought +your welfare as the one great object of my existence. +Always remember that, Clemence."</p> + +<p>"I will, my own dearest mother," the girl answered +brokenly; and neither could see the other through a +mist of tears.</p> + +<p>Was it a presentiment of their coming fate?</p> + +<p>Clemence thought often, amid the gloom that followed, +that it was; and many times in her dream-haunted +slumbers, murmured, "Always remember that, Clemence; +always remember that."</p> + +<p>If the stylish Mrs. Graystone, who could boast of +the most aristocratic descent, and whose haughty family +had considered it quite a condescension when she married +the self-made merchant—if the little lady had sinned +very deeply in wishing to secure for her only child +a husband in every way suitable, in her opinion, to a +descendant of the Leveridges of Leveridge, she was +destined to a full expiation of her wrong, and her +towering pride to a fall so great that those who had +envied her her life-long prosperity, would say with +ill-concealed delight—"served them right! what will +become of their lofty ambition and refined sensibilities +now, I wonder?"—"I knew it would not last forever."—"It's +a long lane that never turns;" with many more +remarks to the same effect.</p> + +<p>"Between you and me and the four walls of this +room," said one Mrs. Crane to her neighbor, "I don't +pity them Graystones as much as I should, if they +hadn't always carried their heads so high above everybody +else, who was just as good as themselves, if they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +couldn't trace back their descent to the landin' of +the Pilgrims."</p> + +<p>"This is a free and glorious republic, where every +man can follow the bent of his own inclinations, provided +he don't intrude upon his neighbor's rights. +Who gave their blood and sinew to the putting down +of them are southern secessionists that threatened the +dissolution of our Union? Who, indeed, but P. Crandall +Crane! and I'm proud to say that I'm the wife of that +patriotic man. True, he could not go to war himself, +on account of me and the children; but, I dare say, if he +could have prevailed upon me to give him up to the +cause of liberty, he'd have clomb rapidly to the highest +pinnacle of earthly glory, and to-day I'd have been +Mrs. General Crane, a leader of the brilliant society +at Washington, with <i>my</i> name in the papers as 'the wife +of our distinguished General Crane,' or the 'stately and +dignified lady of the brave General;'" &c., &c.</p> + +<p>"But, no, P. Crandall was a husband and father; +so when he was drafted, I fell upon his neck and wept. +'How can I give you up?' was all I could utter through +my tears. Touched by my grief, my husband refused +to be torn from me, and magnanimously renounced +all the honors that crowded thick and fast upon his +unwilling brow. 'Enough,' he answered, 'Isabella, +I will stay by your side. Duty never points two +ways, and <i>my</i> duty is to stay with my family. I will +give up all for your sake, and though I may never realize +the happiness my fond fancy painted; though I +may never enter the crowded ball-room, with my proud +and happy wife leaning confidingly upon my arm, while<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +a band, concealed amid flowers, plays in a spirited manner, +'See, the conquering hero comes,'—though I see +the flattering ovations, the substantial dinners, the moonlight +serenades, the waiting crowd shouting my name +impatiently: 'Crane! Crane! let us have a speech from +the gallant General P. Crandall!'—yes, even though +the aristocratic brown-stone mansion, which was to have +been a testimonial of esteem from admiring friends; +though all these fade before me like the beautiful mirage +that proves only an illusion of the senses, yet I am +equal to this act of self-denial, and submit to pass my +life in obscurity, unknown and unappreciated.'"</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>"Overcome by such magnanimity, I fainted upon his +bosom. After that my dreams were haunted by gory +battle-fields, in which P. Crandall figured in every +imaginable scene of suffering and danger. My delicate +nerves had received a severe shock, and yet I did not +mean to be weak, in the hour of trial, for it is the duty +of a faithful wife, such as I sought to be, to sustain her +partner in the hour of adversity."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>"My companion, meanwhile, was not inactive. He +sought out the obscure retreat of a distant branch of +our family, a poor widow, who lived with her only son, +an active and industrious mechanic. He renewed the +acquaintance which we had allowed to drop some years +before, and set before her in glowing colors the chance +that opened for the young man to achieve a high and +glorious destiny. Fired with patriotic zeal, he even +went so far as to promise to take the support of the +mother upon himself, while her son was absent working<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +for the cause of liberty, and making for himself an +honorable name, and succeeded so well, that he was +thus enabled to send a substitute in his place to represent +the family, so to speak. Nor did he stop here. +Not contented with these efforts, he set about finding +some other way in which he could show his zeal for +the cause. At length a bright thought struck him. +He became an Army Contractor."</p> + +<p>"Of the service he has done the Government from +that auspicious moment," concluded the lady, craning +her long neck with an air of pardonable pride, and +fingering the massive chain that depended from it with +a caressing fondness, "I need not speak. Indeed, it +speaks for itself. But I may say that the country +which he served has not proved ungrateful, but has +shown its ability to reward true merit in a substantial +manner. I will, however, add that when the intelligence +arrived that the man he had sent forth to represent +his honor had perished in the first battle, he generously +took the surviving relative into his own house, +provided her with every comfort, and pays her weekly +the sum of one dollar fifty, for what little errands +she does for me and the children. What I wished to +elucidate," added the speaker, energetically, "is this—that +no one can't put <i>me</i> down, knowin' as I do my +own rights. In fact, I may say, knowin' that I'm a +sharer in the success that P. Crandall has achieved in +a modest way, and that I heartily <i>dispise</i> aristocrats, +who want to walk over everybody that is what they call +self-made, and that make such a fuss about <i>herredittery</i> +rights, and all that."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +It was a noticeable fact with the lady, that when +she got excited, as she was at present, her natural deficiency +in grammar and kindred sciences showed more +plainly than in her cooler moments. Indeed, more than +one censorious person, who no doubt envied their success, +attributed this to the innate vulgarity that showed +itself when the contractor's lady was off her guard.</p> + +<p>"People will talk," you know.</p> + +<p>"Them's my sentiments exactly, Mis' Crane," spoke +up a little, dark, nervous woman, from the depths of a +velvet easy chair, whose stiff brocades and diamonds +flashing on nearly every finger of the coarse, rough +hands, showed unmistakable signs of a sudden and +unexpected promotion from the kitchen to the drawing-room.</p> + +<p>"Just my sentiments, exactly," she reiterated, emphatically. +"If there were more ladies of your opinion, +the reform, that has been so long talked about and +desired, would not be so slow in coming. We must +revolutionize society as it exists at the present day, +before we can expect to exert the due amount of influence +that our wealth entitles us to. And I tell you," +(and the mean, little sallow face spoke in every lineament +of the petty spirit of jealous hate which animated +it, and looked out from the small eyes of reddish hazel,) +"I tell you," (this lady had a habit of repeating over +the same sentences two or three times when greatly +wrought upon by her sensibilities,) "money <i>is</i> the lever +that moves the world now-a-days. And as long as <i>we</i> +have got it, who's a better right to put themselves in +the front ranks? If I've got a house in the most aristocratic<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> +portion of the city, plenty of well-trained +servants, a stylish turnout, costly jewels, laces and +brocades, I wonder if I ain't as good as my neighbor, +especially if my husband can boast of millions where +her's can thousands—dollars where her's can shillins'?"</p> + +<p>"Why, Mrs. Brown," drawled a voice which had before +been silent, "your husband made his money in a +vulgar grocery; your father was a poor man, while +your fair neighbor inherited <i>her</i> vast wealth. That +splendid mansion was a gift from papa, those well-trained +servants have been in the service of her family +since my lady was a mere child, and have been accustomed +to wait upon and obey the slightest wish of their +imperious mistress, until they have grown to regard +her as of a higher order of being from themselves—a +sort of delicate porcelain, while they are only common +crockery for kitchen service. All perfectly proper, +you know!"</p> + +<p>The last speaker was a languid blonde, with a profusion +of airy ringlets fluttering around her thin face, +which, judging by appearances, must have been fanned +by the zephyrs of innumerable May-days, equally +as bright and beautiful as the one that on the present +occasion had aroused her to the unwonted exertion of +dressing and appearing in the parlor of her dearest +friend, to display a new, tasteful spring suit, of a delicate +blue, suitable to the complexion of the lady it adorned.</p> + +<p>A self-complacent smile curled her thin lips, as she +quietly noted the effects of her somewhat lengthy +speech. Like all efforts of an unexpected and startling +nature it produced a decided sensation. The little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +lady in brocade and diamonds glared at her like a fury—her +stately hostess bridled, tossed her head, and +gave one or two short, sharp, hysterical giggles.</p> + +<p>"Why, Cynthia," she exclaimed, "you are in charming +spirits! Mr. Underwitte must have proposed at +last."</p> + +<p>Miss Cynthia playfully held up her parasol to conceal +her blushes.</p> + +<p>"As if I were going to tell if he did! Now, really, +Mrs. Brown, what would you say to having me for a +neighbor at some not distant day in the place of those +insufferable Graystones? Do you think I could do +the honors of the mansion gracefully, or should I suffer +from the comparison with the fair descendant of the +Leveridges? By the way, do you think she will continue +to pride herself upon her lofty descent in the +future, as she has done in the past? She must have +enough of the subject by this time, I think! he! he! +he!"</p> + +<p>There was a shrill chorus of laughter, which a deep, +tragic voice interrupted with the question—</p> + +<p>"What are you all so merry about?" and a figure, +in bombazine and rusty crape, stood before them, which +was hailed successively by three voices, a cracked +soprano, Mrs. Crane—a high-keyed treble, Miss Cynthia, +and a little gasp or gurgle from Mrs. Brown, the +lady in brocade, as, "Mrs. Linden!" "My dear creature!" +and "That angel Alicia!" and any amount +of kissing and shaking of hands, then a general resuming +of seats, and the question again asked,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +"What were you all so merry about, that you did +not hear me ring?"</p> + +<p>"One of Cynthia's witty speeches," replied the lady +of the house, and after they had had another laugh, +and Miss Cynthia had simpered and shook her curls +affectedly, the new-comer proceeded to give the latest +version of the Graystone's downfall and subsequent +misfortunes.</p> + +<p>"All gone by the board, a regular crash, and nothing +left to tell the tale."</p> + +<p>"A clear, out and out failure."</p> + +<p>"And all come from signing for that rascally Sanderson."</p> + +<p>"I knew he was a slippery rogue."</p> + +<p>"Good enough for Graystone."</p> + +<p>"Served him right for being such a fool."</p> + +<p>These, and similar uncomplimentary epithets, indiscriminately +applied by the assembled ladies, proved +what a choice morsel this was considered that had +so unexpectedly fallen to their share.</p> + +<p>"What will become of the family, I wonder?" queried +Mrs. Crane. "It was bad enough to lose the +money, but now that Graystone's gone, I do not see +what them two helpless women are going to do?"</p> + +<p>"Live on their connections, most likely," snapped +little Mrs. Brown, "of course they won't <i>work</i>."</p> + +<p>"No, I do not believe that," was the reply. "They +are too independent. At present, I believe, they have +taken rooms in an obscure part of the city. I guess +they do not know what to do themselves."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +"It must have been hard to part with everything that +was dear to them by association, for I hear that they gave +up everything, even Clemence's piano, to pay debts."</p> + +<p>There was a pitying tone in the speaker's voice. +Alicia Linden, for all her tragic accents, her deep-set +eyes, with their beetling brows, and her generally almost +repulsive exterior, had more real heart than any of the +women present. Perhaps she remembered that time in +the vanished past, when she had stood by the coffin that +contained the loved of her youth, he who had made +her girlhood one dream of happiness, but over whose +calm face the grass had greened and faded for many +a weary year; perhaps this remembrance touched a +chord of her better nature. Life, with its cares, and +sorrows, and disappointments, had hardened her, till she +had almost lost faith in humanity. Moreover, she was +a woman, homely, and old and common, and with feminine +malice and spite she could not readily forgive +another of her own sex for being beautiful, refined +and attractive. She said emphatically, that "it was well +that, in this world, pride could sometimes be humbled;" +but for all that, the memory of that day so long ago, +passed alone in her desolation and sorrowful widowhood, +lent a pitying sadness to her voice that placed +her infinitely above these other soulless ones of her +sex, with their cold eyes and unsympathetic tones.</p> + +<p>Vixenish Mrs. Brown detected the weakness at once, +and pounced upon it with avidity. She was blessed +with a good memory, and one or two well remembered +slights from the unconscious objects of her animadversions, +rankled bitterly, and she hungered for revenge.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +She exulted now without stint, and took no pains to +conceal it. The lady had a blooming daughter, Melinda. +If the mother's early life had been one of privation +and toil, the young lady in question had had, +thus far, a totally different experience. Mrs. Brown's +educational advantages had been limited to a knowledge +of reading, writing and ciphering, with a something +of grammar. Miss Brown's childhood had passed +under the tutilage of accomplished masters. She could +dance, execute a few showy pieces upon the piano +without a blunder, utter glibly French and Italian +phrases, and had, with the help of her teacher, finished, +creditably, a landscape, a gorgeous sunset, of amber +and crimson, and purple-tinted clouds, which hung in +the most conspicuous position in her mother's drawing-room. +Melinda read novels, frequented theatres, and +talked slang, like the "girl of the period," and was the +idol of her weak mother, whom she ruled like a queen. +Unfortunately, "my lady Graystone," as she was called +in the clique over which Mrs. Crane presided, had an +innate love for the pure and beautiful, and a thorough +contempt for vulgarity in every form. The gorgeous +Melinda, therefore, was not a person calculated to inspire +a lady of her high-toned mind with any deep +feeling of regard or esteem. The elder woman, who, +from her long probation at service, before she was +fortunate enough to secure William Brown, the grocer's +apprentice, had caught that cringing obsequiousness +that we so often see in those accustomed to serve, and +could have borne patiently, any slights or rebuffs that +opposed her entrance into the charmed circle which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +she had determined to invade at all hazards. Meek +and fawning, where she desired to gain favor, as she +was insolent and overbearing to her inferiors, she was +willing to commence at the lowest round of the social +ladder, and creep up slowly to a position that suited +her ambition, in the same manner in which she had +won her way to wealth out of the depth of poverty. +But, when the blooming daughter of the retired grocer +returned from boarding school, all things were changed. +"Melinda was a lady," "entitled to a proud position in +society, by virtue of her lady-like acquirements," and +she demanded an instant recognition of her claims +by said society. The exclusive circle of which the +beautiful wife of Grosvenor Graystone had long been +an acknowledged leader, politely, but firmly repulsed +the overtures of the ladies of the Brown family, in +such a way that they were not again repeated, and the +result, as we have seen, was their cordial dislike, and +even more, a vindictive hatred.</p> + +<p>"Hard to part with everything," hissed Mrs. Brown, +"and you pity them, I suppose, Alicia! You, who have +been snubbed by them so repeatedly, that you have +come to expect nothing better at their hands! You, +a daughter of the people, so to speak;" (Mrs. Brown, +since her signal defeat by the Graystone clique, had +been at no little pains to air her democratic principles, +much in the way we have seen some of our politicians +do in the present day.) However, she was not so +good a sensational speaker as Mrs. Crane, and like +every one who attempts to imitate anything out of +their "line," or perform impossibilities, and probably<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +owing, in part, to her defective education, she became +easily confused and bewildered in an argument. She +should have known, poor lady, that flights of imagination +ought not to be attempted by a practical little body +like herself, as the aforementioned retired grocer had +more than once informed her during some of their little +conjugal scenes in which Mrs. Brown's bony fingers +and long nails generally played an active part. But +if the lady aimed at dramatic effect, she succeeded +only too well, for the little angular form, bristling with +indignation, from the depths of the great crimson velvet +easy chair, the lurid eyes emitting greenish lights, +and the gaunt arm waved in the air, created a momentary +diversion. Mrs. Crane compressed her thin lips +closely; Miss Cynthia raised a filmy lace handkerchief +and coughed slightly, and Alicia Linden burst into a +loud, masculine laugh. Mrs. Brown instantly subsided +and the conversation was skilfully turned into another +channel. The strong-minded widow was the only +woman the diminutive lady really feared.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>Presently there was a little flutter, a rustling of silken +robes, more kissing and hand-shaking, and "good +bye, loves," and the little party dispersed.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>"Widowed and fatherless; God pity them," came in +a low voice from a sad-faced woman, clad in the sable +robes of mourning. It was that "distant branch of the +family," none other than Mrs. Crane's own widowed +sister, for whom the patriotic contractor had so generously +provided with a home, and one dollar fifty per +week. Tears were falling upon the work before her,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +but she brushed them away quietly as a shrill voice +beside her cried,</p> + +<p>"Blubbering again, Jane Phelps, and Lucinda's new +pearl-colored silk, that I paid five dollars a yard for, +in your lap. You miserable, ill-tempered, sulky thing; +if you have soiled it, I'll make you starve it out, and +take it out of your wages, beside!"</p> + +<p>"You could not make me suffer more, whatever you +might do, for I am the most wretched, pitiable creature +in existence," sobbed the woman.</p> + +<p>"Good enough for you," was the response; "'as +you make your bed, so you must lie.' I always knew, +for all your pretty, pink and white face, and meek ways, +you'd come to grief. You could always fool everybody +but me, though mother's pet, must have the best of +everything to show off her good looks, and no matter +what fell to my share. I was so homely and unattractive +it did not make any difference what I wore. But +the tables are turned now, eh, Jane! The old folks +didn't know, when they thought they'd made you for +this world and the next, by putting you ahead of me, +and sounding your praises in the ear of that white-faced +artist, that he'd die and leave their darling with +nothing but a lot of unsalable, miserable pictures and a +child to support! They didn't live to see it, to be sure, +but <i>I</i> did, and, Jane, (coming closer and lowering her +voice to a tone of deep, intense passion,) I glory in +my revenge. I'm the rich Mrs. Crane, to-day, and +you are old and poor, and faded, and I don't mind +telling you, now that this is an hour that I've longed +to see. You have always been preferred before me, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +as I've had to take up with the refuse, it was no more +than natural, I suppose, (with a sneering laugh,) that I +should wait, and long, and hunger, for the love that +you took only as your right. So I waited, and to-day +I triumph in the thought that Deane Phelps' petted wife +is a dependent upon <i>my</i> bounty, a menial in the house +where <i>I</i> reign supreme, and which knows no law but <i>my</i> +will. I have forgotten how to love, but each day (and +I have conned the lesson well) I learn better how to +<i>hate</i>."</p> + +<p>There was a rustling of stiff silk, a door slammed +angrily, and the slender figure left alone with her +trouble, bowed itself like a reed before the storm, and +that wail of heart-broken humanity that has resounded +through long ages, and is yet only a faint echo of that +night so long ago, rose to the pallid lips, "my punishment +is greater than I can bear," nevertheless, "not +as I will, but as Thou wilt."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> + + +<p>Alicia Linden walked slowly homeward, musing +thoughtfully: "This is a strange world," she soliloquized. +"Let philosophers air their utopian theories +about its containing the elements of universal happiness. +I know that human nature, as it is now constituted, +is too selfish and mean to arrive at a state of +absolute perfection. Truly, 'men are a little breed.' +'But, in the future, when that which is whispered in +secret shall be proclaimed upon the housetops,' all our +griefs and wrongs shall be recompensed. Oh, weary +women, syllabling brokenly His precious promises, patient, +untiring watcher, whose tired feet have grown +weary of the 'burden and heat of the day,' wait 'God's +time!' Listen to the words that have come down +through the dim and forgotten centuries—a message of +'peace and glad tidings.' 'In my Father's house there +are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you.' +Teach us the lesson of patience, oh Father above! 'Tis +a wearisome struggle. This is a sin-fallen world, and +want and misery abound upon every hand. Is it true, +as another has declared—'Every sin is an edict of +Divinity; every pain is a precept of destiny; wisdom is +as full in what man calls good and evil, as God is full in +infinitude?'"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +Well, God sees, and over all is the loving care of +"our Father who art in Heaven."</p> + +<p>And sometimes, when human sympathy is denied +us—when the eyes, that should only beam with pity +and affection, turn coldly away, Nature, bountiful +mother, stretches out her arms lovingly, and wooes us +to her with an irresistible, but nameless charm. She +cradles the tired head upon her bosom, presses cool +kisses upon weary, drooping eyelids, and broods over +the slumberer with loving vigils. Under her tender +ministrations our dreams are blessed visions of the +"green pastures and the still waters," and the "shining +ones" waiting "beyond the river."</p> + +<p>The smiling Spring day faded slowly. Evening +came on apace. Under the moonlit sky a fair-browed +girl kept loving vigil. It was sweet Clemence Graystone. +There was a troubled look in the calm eyes. +Life's battle had but just began. They were all alone +now. Death had entered their little circle and robbed +them of their dear one. The loving husband and kind +father, who had toiled for them, working day after day, +and often far into the night, to surround his cherished +darlings with the elegancies to which they had been +accustomed, had been suddenly taken away, and "their +house was left unto them desolate." They had not even +time to mourn, for, after they had buried their dead +out of their sight, the man of business came and told +them in brief, unsympathetic tones that they must leave +the home that had so long sheltered them, for the wealth +that had purchased and made it beautiful, was their's +no longer. They were penniless. It was a cruel blow.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +Mrs. Graystone sank helplessly under it, and the delicately +reared daughter had all the burden thrown upon +her young shoulders. And nobly did she bear it. +Clemence Graystone, with her bright, radiant face, had +seemed to her fond father like a sunbeam gilding that +stately home, and warming into living beauty what else +would have been only cold magnificence. To her +mother, deprived of every other earthly comfort, she +became a ministering angel. She forgot her own trials: +she did not mourn that she had lost the privileges of +society to which their former wealth entitled them: +and her beautiful lips curled in contempt, as one by +one, those who had once professed the warmest friendship, +passed her with a cool nod or haughty stare. +Clemence had learned now how to value these summer +friends, who scattered at the first breath of adversity, +and she tried bravely to keep back the tears that +<i>would</i> come at the sight of her loved home in the possession +of strangers. She had something else to do +now, must be something else beside a "dreamer of vain +dreams," and must work to procure food for them both.</p> + +<p>Yes, it had come to that. In America, where fortunes +are made or lost in a day, the millionaire may +have his wealth suddenly swept from him, and one of +humble position as suddenly attain to affluence. An +unlooked for turn in the tide of affairs, a seeming caprice +of the fickle goddess Fortune, who saw fit to frown +where she had always smiled, and Grosvenor Graystone +was a ruined man. The shock was too much for +him, and he died of grief and despair. It was nothing +new, there are hundreds of such cases every day.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +People commented, some pityingly, and others exultingly, +as we have seen. "Poor things!" was echoed +dolefully, and then each went his or her way, and the +gentle lady and fair-browed girl were left to their fate. +It was this—to work if they could get it, if not, beg or +starve. Nobody was interested in their fate. Henceforth +they must be all in all to each other. Their slender +stock of money soon dwindled away. Clemence +turned to the one alternative, work. She must get +employment, but where, or how? She had no one to +turn to for advice. Pride forbade her asking help of +those who had known them in the days of their prosperity, +and who should have come forward at once with +offers of assistance. There was no one in the great, +wide city to give her even a word of encouragement. +She must rely solely upon her own judgment. What +<i>could</i> she do? She might go out as a governess. She +ran over in her mind her list of accomplishments. She +had a good knowledge of music, could draw and paint +creditably, was able to converse fluently in French, +Spanish and Italian, besides possessing a thorough +English education. The girl thought, naturally enough, +for one of her inexperience, that she might earn enough +for their support by teaching. At least, she resolved +to make the effort, for something must be done immediately. +Her beloved mother was in need of comforts +that she could not supply from their scanty purse. +Clemence could not bear to see her suffer thus, and, +after pondering long and deeply upon the subject, +she resolved upon, what was for her, a very bold +venture.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> +Dressing herself modestly and tastefully, she started +out in the warm sunshine of a bright spring day, with +the design of applying for the position of governess at +some of the elegant private residences which graced +the fine avenues of the great city where so many like +herself toiled and suffered. She walked slowly along, +with a throbbing heart, and tears that she could not +repress filling her eyes; but she remembered her mother +waiting at home, and the thought nerved her. Hastily +opening the gate nearest at hand, she ran up the steps +and rang the bell without giving herself time for thought. +A stolid looking servant came to the door, who eyed her +suspiciously, and did not seem disposed to admit her. +However, on her decided request to see the lady of +the house, she was shown a seat in the hall, and left to +her reflections. A moment after, there was the rustle +of silken robes, the sparkle of brilliant jewels, and a +cold voice said ominously—</p> + +<p>"You wished to speak with me, I believe."</p> + +<p>Clemence modestly stated her errand.</p> + +<p>"A governess? No, I do not wish to employ any +such person," replied the lady, standing and looking +as if no more was to be said; and Clemence could only +give a little deprecating bow, and turn away.</p> + +<p>She determined, though, not to give up with one +effort, for she had expected rebuffs, and mustering her +courage for another trial, and hoping better success, she +rang at the next bell.</p> + +<p>This time she was admitted at once, and announced +"a lady to see you, mum," to an elderly lady in black +satin and gold spectacles, who was surrounded by several<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +blooming daughters and a young gentleman +stretched lazily upon the sofa. Clemence again made +known her errand.</p> + +<p>"N-no," said the lady, hesitatingly, "I guess we +don't want a governess."</p> + +<p>"Yes we do, ma, for Julia," spoke up one of the +young ladies, "the Burleighs have got one, and I'm +bound they shan't go ahead of us. If they can afford +one, we can. Besides, it sounds more aristocratic."</p> + +<p>"But your father will never allow it," replied +mamma, anxiously, "he said only this morning that +we must retrench."</p> + +<p>"Retrench," responded the amiable daughter, scornfully, +"don't preach economy to me. You know you +can wheedle him out of anything, if you want to. Its +only your stinginess. Besides, I want some assistance +in my music. You play, of course?" (turning abruptly +to Clemence, who had been an astonished listener to +this dialogue,) "will you give me a specimen of your +style?"</p> + +<p>Clemence obeyed this request that, savored more of +a command, at once, and sat down tremblingly to the +piano. Music with her was almost a passion. Indeed, +in the old happy days, she had been often told that her +voice and execution would win her both fame and +wealth if she were to make her appearance before the +public. But the fond father had said "God forbid! I +could not lie quietly in my grave with my little home +nestling the property of strangers." Clemence had not +touched the keys of a piano since her own, a highly +valued gift from the lost one, had been taken from her.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +She felt nearly overcome by the memories that came +crowding upon her, but the cold eyes of strangers were +upon her, and pride came to her aid. She began the +prelude to a song that required great artistic skill and +expression. Her listeners sat in silence, while her very +soul floated away on the waves of melody. When she +had finished, there was astonishment depicted on every +face.</p> + +<p>"Good enough for the stage; might make a fortune +with that pretty face," came from the sofa where the +representative of masculine humanity reclined.</p> + +<p>"Harry, my son!" mildly remonstrated the mother.</p> + +<p>"Where were you last employed, Miss—what may +I call your name?"</p> + +<p>Clemence supplied the missing cognomen, and replied +truthfully, that this was her first attempt to obtain such +a position.</p> + +<p>"You have references, of course?"</p> + +<p>She looked aghast. Inexperienced Clemence! The +thought had not, until this moment, occurred to her. +She hesitated. There were many who knew her well +as the only daughter of Grosvenor Graystone, who +could not remember the widow's daughter. There was +no one whom she could think of in her bewilderment to +refer to as a friend, none of her former haughty friends +who would not think it an unpardonable liberty.</p> + +<p>A stranger, with no references. That settled the +question at once. The mother of young daughters +could not be too careful in regard to the character of +the persons she employed around them. A knowledge +of their pedigree was an absolute necessity. The idea<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +of an adventuress stealing into the household, and +perhaps laying snares to entrap the son and heir, could +not be thought of for a moment.</p> + +<p>Clemence found herself again upon the side-walk, +with cheeks burning with indignation, and eyes that +glittered with excitement. She walked on rapidly for +the space of one or two blocks, and as her feelings became +calmer, resolved to make one final effort. She +felt strong in the conscious power of innocence and rectitude, +feeling sure that, being in the pathway of duty, +she would ultimately succeed.</p> + +<p>Acting upon this resolution, she soon found herself +seated in an elegantly furnished apartment, where she +had been shown by an obsequious waiter. Having some +time to wait, she fell into a reverie from which the +voice of a gentlemen aroused her by inquiring in a +dignified manner in what way he could serve her.</p> + +<p>Clemence again went through with her explanations, +blushing and stammering awkwardly enough, as the +penetrating eyes fastened themselves curiously and +inquisitively upon her face.</p> + +<p>"Ah!" he speculated, when she had finished, "this +is really interesting. It is not often that I am blessed +with a fair visitor in my bachelor apartments. I do +not need a governess, having, thank heaven, no such +useless appendage as a troop of noisy children, but I +do stand in need of some beautiful lady, like yourself, +for a companion to cheer my loneliness. I can promise +you a permanent position, with 'all the comforts of +a home,' a salary of your own choosing, and 'no questions +asked,' as the newspapers say."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +"How dare you, sir?" said Clemence, in lofty scorn, +as she moved towards the door, which was opened for +her amid profuse apologies, none of which she deigned +to notice.</p> + +<p>"And <i>this</i> is trying to earn an honest living," murmured +the girl, as she found herself for the third time +alone upon the pavement. "It sounds very pretty +and praiseworthy to read and talk about, but I have +learned to-day that it means insult and contempt from +the coarse and vulgar, and cold suspicion from those who, +from their professions, should stretch out a helping +hand in the spirit of Christian love and charity."</p> + +<p>Oh! my poor, lost sisters, who have gone before, +and whose feet have stumbled and faltered in the thorny +way! He who pitied the fallen woman of old, will +remember all your prayers and tears and remorseful +agony. And in that "last great day," they who have +led your inexperienced footsteps into the path that +leads to the gulf of vice and misery, will suffer the +vengeance of an outraged God.</p> + +<p>This life is but a fleeting dream, of happiness +to some, misery to others, but there is a home beyond, +and for the faithful, a "crown of glory which fadeth +not away." For we know that there is an inheritance +for those who persevere.</p> + +<p>Thoughts like these filled Clemence's mind as she +walked towards home disheartened. She had cause +for trouble. She knew that their scanty means must +soon fail entirely, if employment was not obtained, and +this was the result of her first trial. She was tired, +too, being unaccustomed to exercise, and her feet ached<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +from contact with the rough pavement. An empty car +passed her, but she had given her last cent to a beggar +a few hours before. She thought of the hundreds she +had lavished without a thought upon the different +objects of charity, and sighed at the contrast. Now +she must deny herself for the privilege of bestowing +the smallest gift. But she remembered too, that story +of the widow's mite, which was accounted more than +the rich man's profusion. She took comfort in the +thought that the same loving care was over her, and +whispered softly one of her favorite texts, "I will put +my trust in Him, and He will never leave nor forsake +me." The pure, sweet face was like that of a glorified +saint. An old woman hobbling by, bent and gray with +age, crossed herself devoutly, and muttered a blessing +on the fair young head; and a man, old and hardened +in crime, caught her words, and remembering the love-lit +eyes that had bent over him in childhood, breathed +out the remorseful prayer, "God pity me, a ruined soul!"</p> + +<p>"You are late, darling," said a low voice anxiously, +as Clemence ran up to the room in a fourth-rate lodging +house, which was now their only home.</p> + +<p>"Yes, mamma," said the girl, fondly, assuming a +cheerfulness which she did not feel, "the day was such +a pleasant one, I walked on farther than I had at first +intended. You must try and get strong enough to +enjoy this beautiful spring weather with me. But you +are tired, and must not be kept longer waiting for tea, +and to accomplish that weighty object, we must first +consult our good friend Mrs. Mann, her services being +absolutely indispensable."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +"And here she is for once, when she is wanted," +said that good lady in hearty tones. "I am glad you are +home again, for your mother was getting anxious about +you, and making herself sick with fretting. Dear! +dear! Miss Clemence, this is a world of changes! It +makes my heart ache to see you now, having to bother +your pretty head with ways and means, when you are +fit to live like a princess in a fairy tale."</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps I may some day. Who knows, Mrs. +Mann, what may happen? The prince that is always +appearing to disconsolate damsels, just at the right +moment, to rescue them from a cruel fate, may chance +along in this direction, and then we will all be happy +together. Willie shall have that bran new suit that he +has been talking about so long, to wear to Sunday +School, and Fanny a wonderful picture book, and the +baby lots of goodies, and we will live together, and you +shall be housekeeper, and allow no one but yourself to +make mamma's tea."</p> + +<p>"Hear the dear, generous creature," said Mrs. Mann, +standing in breathless admiration. "If she had her +way, everybody would be happy as the day is long. +That girl has a work to do, Mrs. Graystone, or the +Lord would never have implanted such a strong, brave, +noble spirit in such a frail, delicate body."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Mrs. Mann," said the widow, "what should I +do without her? My only one, my brave, beautiful +Clemence! She is my all of earth, the one being who +makes me cling to life and desire it. God has been +good to me in my affliction, and sent me a blessed comforter."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +"I never met but one girl who could at all compare +with our Clemence," said Mrs. Mann. "I will tell you +about her, so that you may see that others, too, have +been through the 'deep waters.' Lilias May was a +genuine heroine. Her father was a clergyman of limited +means, with a large family of children to support. +Lilias was the oldest, and had been educated liberally, +the more useful branches not being overlooked, while +the accomplishments received their due share of attention. +She was possessed of rare personal beauty, and +was the cherished idol of her parents. When she +reached the age of nineteen, her father was suddenly +taken away, leaving a helpless family. Overwhelmed +by grief and despair, Mrs. May was utterly incapable +of exertion. It was then that the noble qualities of +Lilias came to be known and appreciated. She took +upon herself the management of the entire household, +and investigated the affairs of her deceased parent. +Finding that there was absolutely nothing left for their +maintenance she looked around for some means of +obtaining a livelihood. Mr. May had been the only +son of a wealthy but irascible old gentleman, who never +forgave him for marrying the poor girl whom he loved, +in preference to the heiress chosen for him by his +family. He took revenge by leaving his immense +wealth to his daughter. Leonora May, an imperious +beauty, was totally unlike her brother, and inherited +the strong will and haughty pride of her father. She +could never overlook the fault of her handsome, talented +brother, of whom she had been extremely proud, burying +himself in a country village. After her own brilliant<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +marriage, all communication ceased between them. +Upon his death, however, she came forward with offensive +condescension, offering to adopt Lilias into her +family, and, as she was childless, make her the heiress +of her vast wealth. To many this would have been +a temptation too great to be resisted; and, to say the +least, it was a pleasant picture which was held up +alluringly before the young girl. But she scorned the +proposal. She refused to be raised to a position to +which those she loved could not attain, for her aunt had +expressly stipulated that, having once accepted her +protection, her family should be nothing more to her. +Having thus declined the tempting offer, Lilias began +her search for work, in which she was successful beyond +her hopes. A former friend of her father's, wishing a +teacher for his daughters, engaged her services at once. +He also assisted her brother, a youth of seventeen, to +secure a place in the counting-room of a friend; and +took another, still younger, into his own office. So that +Lilias had the satisfaction of knowing they were all +provided for; the church, over which her father had +presided, having, meanwhile, presented the widow of +their esteemed pastor with the house in which they +lived, and a generous sum of money."</p> + +<p>"And is that all, Mrs. Mann?" asked Clemence, in +disappointed tones, as the good woman paused in her +narration; "have you nothing further to tell us about +this wonderful Lilias May?"</p> + +<p>"Oh," she laughed, patting the girl's cheek caressingly, +"I see what you are after, and I will tell you +the rest. The best part of the story is yet to come.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> +Lilias May's beauty of person and character made +such an impression upon the family who employed her, +that they prevailed upon her to remain with them +always, for she married the gentleman's oldest son. +It seemed too, that her Aunt Leonora only admired +her the more for her courageous spirit, and when she +died soon after, left Lilias all of her money, to do just +as she pleased with."</p> + +<p>"But here is the tea steeped until it is nearly +spoiled, and I am afraid Mrs. Graystone is tired of +waiting," said Mrs. Mann, hurrying out of the room, +"on hospitable thought intent."</p> + +<p>Soon the little, plain, unpretending room took on +that air of home comfort that is seldom seen in statelier +dwellings.</p> + +<p>After all, happiness is comparative, and the poor +man in his cottage, with good health and a clear conscience, +has as good a chance for arriving at the goal +which restless mortals ever strive to attain, as the +rich man who cannot be one moment free from the +cares that wealth is always sure to bring with it.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> + + +<p>Clemence Graystone's first attempt at obtaining +employment had not been sufficiently encouraging to +cause her to entertain any very sanguine hopes in +regard to a renewal of her exertions. But that stern +necessity "which knows no law," compelled her to +make another trial after she had somewhat recovered +from the effects of her first disappointment.</p> + +<p>Clemence had already began to learn some of the +bitter lessons of poverty. She no longer viewed life +through the rose-colored medium that she had been +wont to do in her former, care-free days. There were +thought lines gathering on the broad, white brow, and +the dark eyes, that had once the joyous look of a happy +child, told of one who had already tasted the bitterness +of life, from which a favored few in this world only +are exempt.</p> + +<p>How true it is, as another has written, "none of our +lives are dated by years; the wear and tear of heart +and brain, to say nothing of the body, constitute age."</p> + +<p>Clemence felt as if years instead of months had passed +over her head since their bereavement. The blow had +fallen unexpectedly, and the result was Clemence +was no longer a happy child, but a sorrowing woman. +She tried to be patient, for there was another<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +who, like Rachael of old, mourned, and would not be +comforted. Clemence felt that her own grief was +light compared to the sorrowing one, whose weary feet +were even then nearing the end of life's journey, nearing +the brink of that river, whose solemn music came +to her eager ear like a benediction. The dim eyes had +a strained, wistful gaze, as if longing to behold the +radiant glories of that "land of pure delight."</p> + +<p>The girl felt, sometimes, as she looked at the drooping, +attenuated figure, each day growing more ethereal, +that her burden was greater than she could bear. +An awful fear haunted her, that she would not give a +name, and often, when she had thought of the future +till she grew sick with fear, she had felt that work +would be a positive relief to her troubled mind.</p> + +<p>It was during one of these despondent moods, that +she determined, in spite of a former resolution to the +contrary, to make another effort to obtain employment +as governess.</p> + +<p>Looking carefully over the column of wants in a +daily paper, she found several advertisements, such as +she was in search of. She copied the address of each +one of them, and this accomplished, took from its +receptacle the diploma awarded her at the celebrated +Institute from which she had graduated with high +honors, and which was sufficient proof of her education +and accomplishments. Notwithstanding her previous +disappointments, she felt hopeful of success.</p> + +<p>The first place on her list took her to a stylish residence +on a fashionable avenue. It reminded her of +the luxurious home of which she was once the petted<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +darling, and the contrast with her present humble position +was humiliating in the extreme. She stood for +some moments upon the steps, waiting to gather courage +to enter.</p> + +<p>It was in a maze of bewilderment that she found +herself a few moments after, seated in a splendid drawing-room, +awaiting the appearance of the mistress of +the mansion.</p> + +<p>Presently there was the sound of voices, low and +musical, and a lady entered, followed by a gentleman. +She was grandly beautiful, and Clemence thought one +of the haughtiest women she had ever met. She rose, +and introduced herself, stating her errand, as Miss +Graystone, the person desiring the position of governess, +referring to the advertisement.</p> + +<p>The beautiful eyes fastened themselves inquiringly +upon her face.</p> + +<p>"There had already been a number of applicants, +none of whom had given satisfaction."</p> + +<p>There was a moment's silence, during which Clemence +felt that two pairs of eyes were studying her countenance +closely, then a series of questions:</p> + +<p>"What were her accomplishments?"</p> + +<p>"Where had she received her education?"</p> + +<p>Clemence felt like replying that she had received +a good many lessons since she had been pronounced +finished by Madame Latour—lessons in human nature, +that all who have the misfortune to be poor and ambitious, +must learn, sooner or later.</p> + +<p>"Could she dance, draw, paint, give instruction in +vocal and instrumental music?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +To all of these, Clemence replied in the affirmative, +and, as before, in obedience to a request in the imperative +mode, to favor them with a specimen of her musical +ability, went forward and took a seat at the piano.</p> + +<p>She could not help looking her surprise, when the +gentleman rose politely to turn her music. She had not +been accustomed to such little attentions of late, though, +in the past, she would have expected them, and treated +them as a matter of course. She noticed the gentleman +was handsome and distinguished-looking, with +kind, grave eyes, and a smile that illumined his intellectual +face like a gleam of sunshine. His age might +have been thirty, possibly thirty-five.</p> + +<p>Clemence's performance seemed to give satisfaction, +although she did not play as well as usual. After a +few more questions, the lady asked the gentleman if +she had not better engage the services of this young +person at once.</p> + +<p>"By all means," he said with emphasis; "I have no +doubt that the young lady will give perfect satisfaction."</p> + +<p>Clemence again felt grateful for his kindness. She +had learned to appreciate and value a word of sympathy +or encouragement. Poor child! she received +few enough of them now.</p> + +<p>"Very well, you can come to-morrow. The children +have been for some time without a teacher, and I wish +them to commence upon a course as soon as possible."</p> + +<p>Then, after a few remarks, and the mention of a +salary, which seemed princely to Clemence, she was +shown to the door by a liveried servant, and found herself<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +walking homeward anxious to communicate this +joyful intelligence to her mother.</p> + +<p>"I declare, it's a burning shame," said the motherly +landlady, on being told of her success—"a real lady +like you; it's dreadful to think of."</p> + +<p>"Why, Mrs. Mann," said Clemence, in dismay, "I +thought you would be pleased. Only six hours of work +each day, and I can have so much time to spend with +mamma. I consider myself a wonderfully fortunate +girl. The salary, too, is so liberal, that I can afford +now to get the comforts that our dear invalid is pining +for."</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't want to discourage you, dear," said +Mrs. Mann. "You are a good girl, Clemence Graystone. +The Lord's on your side, and He'll take care of you, if +you trust Him, as He has watched over all the ups +and downs of my life, till I'm an old woman. It's the +poor, and friendless, and desolate that He pities and +loves, and He will protect you, my darling, wherever +you may be, if you only trust to His guidance."</p> + +<p>"I believe that, Mrs. Mann," said Clemence, "and +it's the one thought that keeps me from repining at my +hard lot. I believe, too, that 'the Lord helps those +who help themselves,' and I don't mean to sit down in +idleness."</p> + +<p>"Heaven grant you prosperity," said the good +woman. "Now go and comfort the mother, for she +needs it sadly."</p> + +<p>Work proved, as Clemence had anticipated, a real +blessing. Some of the happiest hours she had known, +since her deep affliction, were passed in the school-room<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +with her young charges. She felt now as if she +was of some use in the world, and when, after the lessons +were finished, she went home to the fond mother, +who awaited her coming, she realized, with thankfulness, +that, through her exertions, want had been kept +from the door, and the uncomplaining invalid supplied +with the comforts, and even luxuries, to which she had +been accustomed.</p> + +<p>Sometimes a pleasant face looked in upon them, and +"Uncle Will" was hailed with delight by Alice and +Gracie Vaughn. At first, Clemence was cool and distant, +but the cordial kindness of his manner won upon +her, and she soon grew to value the friendship thus +strangely formed. The kind word and beaming smile +were very grateful to the weary girl. Ah, how little +do the favored ones of this world know of the influence +of one little act of kindness, or one pleasant word, ever +so carelessly spoken. Many a poor, weak mortal has +been kept from wrong-doing by a word fitly spoken, +and others have gone down and been lost forever, from +yielding to the thought that none cared for them, either +for their weal or woe. There is not a day, nor an +hour, but that somewhere throughout the length and +breadth of the land, large sums of money are expended +for charitable objects, and yet there are those who, for +the want of a friendly hand to aid them to follow the +right way, have crept away, and rid themselves of a +life that had become insupportable. Persons of sensitive +feelings, wounded by the indifference of those, +who, from their professions, they should, expect only +sympathy and forbearance, have suffered and died, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +"gave no sign." This is a world of misery, and the +few who know nothing of its trials, should thank God +that they have been kept from an experimental knowledge +of what life really is to thousands of their fellow-creatures, +who, like themselves, are accountable beings, +and with the same capacity for enjoyment or suffering. +Indeed, none of us are always happy. We all have +our hours of trial, when even the strongest-hearted +will falter, and the dreamless slumber of the grave +seem so sweet to our world-weary spirits. When it +seems so hard to say, "Thy will be done," perhaps +Death enters and robs us of some earthly idol. We see +the dear one droop and die. It may be some dear, innocent +babe God has transplanted. We watch its tiny +life go out; see the sweet mouth quiver with the dying +struggle, the strained, eager gaze mutely asking relief +that we cannot give. We try to think it is well, but +in place of submission, there are rebellious thoughts. +Yes, we have all striven and suffered, groping, mayhap, +in the darkness of unbelief. God, give us strength to +resist and conquer! But,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Never so closely does pain fold its wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">But the white robe of sympathy's near it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And each tear that the dark hand of misery wrings,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Brings the touch of a blessing to cheer it."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Courage! weary-hearted one;" God knows what is +the best for us in this life, and has promised a glorious +reward for those who are faithful, in that life which is +to come.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +Mrs. Vaughn, the lady who had engaged Clemence's +services, was a widow in affluent circumstances. She +spent but little time with her children, leaving them to +the care of the nurse and governess. She rarely entered +the school-room, and even when she did honor +Clemence with her presence, paused long enough to +give her more than a glance of her proud, beautiful +face. She expressed supreme satisfaction with +Clemence's mode of instruction, and the children +worshipped their young teacher.</p> + +<p>With all her care and responsibility, had it not been +for her anxiety in her mother's behalf, this long, golden +summer would have been one long to be remembered +for its simple pleasures and calm enjoyments. The +days passed quickly.</p> + +<p>"Can it be possible," said Clemence to herself one +day, as she took her hat and shawl, and put them on +absently, "that I have been in Mrs. Vaughn's employment +three months?" She looked at the crisp bank +notes that lay in her hand, in payment of her first +quarter's salary. "I consider myself a young lady of +some importance, or, perhaps, I should say 'young +woman,' now that I am a working member of society." +She laughed aloud at her own thoughts. "Well, I am +proud of the privilege," she mused, "and can take +pleasure in the thought that I am an 'independent +unity,' I never felt so strong-minded in my life."</p> + +<p>A tawdry, ill-kempt female figure was shuffling slowly +by the stately Vaughn mansion, as Clemence tripped +down the steps, and two envious black eyes noted the +happy smile upon her face.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +"How d'ye do, Miss Graystone," said a harsh voice. +"Ain't too big to speak to a body, are you, cause you +happen to be among 'ristocrats?"</p> + +<p>Clemence turned and immediately recognized Mrs. +Bailey, an elderly woman, who lodged beneath the +same humble roof to which her own straitened circumstances +had consigned her with her parent.</p> + +<p>"Good afternoon, Mrs. Bailey," she said politely, "I +did not observe you before."</p> + +<p>"He! he!" giggled the old lady spitefully, "my +eyes are sharp, if I am old. May be, now, if I was a +fine gentleman, like the one with yonder lady, I would +not be so easily overlooked?"</p> + +<p>She stretched out her long arm, and looking in the +direction in which she pointed, Clemence beheld, to her +horror and dismay, Mrs. Vaughn, and beside her the gentleman +who had been so kind to her, and had seemed to +take such a friendly interest in her success with her +little pupils. They had not yet been observed, and +there was still time for the mortified girl to make her +escape unseen. The first impulse of her mind was to +excuse herself to her eccentric companion, and turn +quickly a convenient corner.</p> + +<p>"But," she thought, "I should hurt this good woman's +feelings, and lose my own self-respect by such a +course. Clemence Graystone, what are these people +to you, that you should do a cowardly act for fear +of them."</p> + +<p>She raised her head proudly, and gave, perhaps, a +more than usually distant bend of the head to the gentleman's +respectful bow. The lady gave her only a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +stare of astonishment, and they had scarcely passed, +when she heard these words distinctly:</p> + +<p>"How shocking! <i>Did</i> you see that horrid creature +with Miss Graystone? It must be her mother. I declare, +if I had have known she had such low relations, +I never would have engaged her."</p> + +<p>"Gracia, hush! I entreat you, Miss Graystone will +overhear you."</p> + +<p>If Clemence's face crimsoned at the words, the one +beside her became absolutely livid with rage. Mrs. +Bailey had once been a beauty, and the black eyes that +now glowed with baleful fire, had, in years gone by, +glanced languishingly upon scores of admiring swains. +But there was now nothing left of fortune, fair looks, +or friends, but a bitter memory that rankled in the +woman's heart. Realizing that her own youth had +flown, she hated all that was young, and lovely, and +pure, as a reproach to her mis-spent life. She was a +keen observer of people, too, in her strange way, and +had read upon the ingenuous face before her, the momentary +temptation to shun her unwelcome society.</p> + +<p>The delicacy of Clemence's manner, instead of arousing +her gratitude, had the effect which it sometimes +has upon people who realize their own inferiority, and +she resolved to wound her where she guessed a young +girl's feelings were peculiarly sensitive.</p> + +<p>Ignoring the remarks which she had heard Mrs. +Vaughn making upon her own appearance, she turned +and gazed over her shoulder, as the pair ascended the +steps and entered the door, through which Clemence +had but just passed.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> +"Why, they're goin' into the same house you came +out of, Miss Graystone! Who be they, now?"</p> + +<p>Clemence informed her that the lady was Mrs. +Vaughn, to whose children she gave instruction, and +the gentleman was Mr. Wilfred Vaughn, the step-brother +of her late husband.</p> + +<p>"No, is it?" said Mrs. Bailey; "ain't he a handsome +man?" studying the girl's face closely.</p> + +<p>Clemence agreed with her in thinking Mr. Vaughn a +handsome and distinguished looking gentleman.</p> + +<p>"Is he married?" was the next question.</p> + +<p>Clemence replied in the negative.</p> + +<p>"Be you much acquainted with him?" queried her +tormentor.</p> + +<p>"But very little," was the laconic reply.</p> + +<p>"Well, let me give you a little advice, young lady," +said Mrs. Bailey, after a disagreeable silence of some +minutes. "I have seen more of the world than you +have, and think it is my duty to warn you of your +danger. Don't have too much to say to this fine gentleman. +Nothing is so becoming to a young woman as +modesty." (It was truly wonderful how Mrs. Bailey +had come to learn in her old age, that of which she +had seemed deplorably ignorant in her youth, and valued +modesty the more as she had less occasion to call +it into requisition.) "Men of his wealth and social +position never want any good of poor girls like you; +that is why I wish to warn you, for I think you are a +good, deserving sort of a person, that means well, and +if you profit by my instructions, you will avoid a lifetime +of misery. Don't let any foolish idea of securing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +a rich husband, enter your head. Submit patiently to +the poverty that must always be your portion. Be industrious, +sober and discreet, and I dare say, you may +find some honest young man, bye-and-bye, who will +want such a wife to help him turn an honest penny, +and lay up something for a rainy day. Not that I +think there is the least danger, unless you are forward +enough to put yourself in this gentleman's way, because +men think so much of beauty, that plain girls +like you are most always apt to be overlooked, but my +conscience would reprove me if I did not warn you. +Remember my advice! Listen to no flatteries; permit +no nonsense to be poured into your ears, and shun, as +you would contagion, the deceitful wiles of man."</p> + +<p>She waved her hand majestically to Clemence, and +disappeared up the dark staircase, for they had, by +this time, reached home.</p> + +<p>Hardly knowing whether to laugh or cry, the young +girl went in search of her mother and kind Mrs. Mann, +to confide her troubles, feeling sure of their cordial +sympathy.</p> + +<p>It is just possible that there was the least perceptible +haughtiness in the calm "good morning," with +which Clemence next met Mr. Vaughn. In spite of +the remembrance of his many cordial kindnesses, the +malicious insinuations of Mrs. Bailey had produced an +impression on her mind, which she could not disregard.</p> + +<p>"It is too true, she thought, bitterly. Alas! for the +unprotected and helpless of my sex, men of wealth and +position rarely offer an honorable suit to women of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +a lower standing in society. I will have as little as possible +to say to this fine gentleman."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>But that was more easily said than done. It seemed +almost impossible to avoid him. And it happened on +one occasion that the languid lady of the mansion, +(who should have been the one most interested in the +progress of Clemence's little pupils, but who really +seemed, at times, to have even forgotten their existence,) +entered the school-room somewhat unexpectedly, and +saw what aroused a new train of thought in her mind, +and made her resolve quietly to keep a close watch upon +Miss Graystone's movements in future, if not dispense +with her services altogether. The lessons were +ended, the books put away for the day, and the two +girls were looking with bright, eager eyes into the +kind face of Mr. Wilfred Vaughn, who was relating a +marvellous story of such absorbing interest, that the +elder of the children, a dark-eyed girl, who inherited +somewhat of her mother's beauty and wilfulness, had +insisted that her pet teacher should stay and hear. +There was a moment of embarrassed silence, as Mrs. +Vaughn appeared in the doorway, but the gentleman +rose to offer her a chair, without appearing to notice +the astonishment depicted in her countenance, or the +half repressed sneer in the careless—</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>"What! <i>you</i> here, Will? Rather a new occupation, +is it not? You were not so fond of visiting the +school-room when poor Miss Smith was its presiding +genius. I am glad to find that Miss Graystone meets +with your approval."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +"The children certainly are doing well," he responded, +"Alice especially; but, I am afraid Miss +Graystone is applying herself too closely to the work +of improvement. You must see to it, Gracia, for you +could illy afford to lose so valuable a prize."</p> + +<p>Clemence's face crimsoned at this personality, and +an angry gleam shot from his sister-in-law's eyes, that +amused the gentleman not a little. He understood her +thoroughly, or thought he did, and knew the look boded +no good for Clemence. But he was hardly prepared +for the shock, when a day or two after, little Alice +came to him with her face bathed in tears, and throwing +herself into his arms, exclaimed, amid her sobs—</p> + +<p>"Oh, uncle, Miss Graystone has gone away, and is +not coming back any more, for mamma says so! She +called her an artful piece, and said she was trying to +captivate you with her pretty face. What is captivate, +uncle? Is it anything so very dreadful? I know it +ain't to be cross and push me away, as mamma does, +for Miss Graystone never did that, but only loved me, +and told me nice stories. I don't believe she tries to +captivate half so much as mamma does herself."</p> + +<p>There were more tears and lamentations, and from +amidst the disjointed medley, Wilfred Vaughn learned +that a great wrong had been done a beautiful and innocent +girl, and he had been the unconscious cause. He +sat buried in thought long after the twilight shadows +had gathered and deepened around him. The artless +questions of Alice had startled him into a knowledge +of his own true position, and he knew now that he +loved this sweet-faced young girl who was yet almost<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +a stranger to him. He knew but little of her former +life or antecedents, yet he would have staked worlds +on her truth and honor. He had not before dreamed +of the possibility, but now the conviction fastened upon +him that this was his fate. He knew in that hour of +self-communion that the love of Clemence Graystone +was necessary to his happiness, and he made one firm +resolve to win her for his own.</p> + +<p>"Alice tells me that you have dismissed Miss Graystone?" +he said inquiringly to his sister-in-law, a few +days after. "I was surprised to hear it. I thought you +well pleased with her."</p> + +<p>"You will be still more surprised," replied the lady, +"when I tell you the cause of her dismissal. I have +been imposed upon by the girl too long already, but +nobody would have dreamed, from her meek ways, that +she was anything but perfection. I did not intend to +trouble you with the affair, which is the reason of my +not asking your advice before acting so much against +my own inclination. I would not have believed anything +of Miss Graystone from a third party, for I know +she is an orphan and friendless, and I do try and be +charitable towards all poor and worthy persons. And +then too, Will, you know how I have been bothered +about a teacher, and she suited the place so well, I think +it was positively ungrateful in her to act as she did."</p> + +<p>This last remark was uttered with a pretty affectation +of impatience, and a pout of the rich, red lips, and +Wilfred Vaughn, listening, forgot for the moment his +interest in the young teacher, so lost was he in admiration +of the beautiful face before him.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +"But, what did you <span class="u">find</span> out?" he said, again returning +to the subject.</p> + +<p>"Read this, and you will see that she has condemned +herself," she answered, handing him a letter, "and +thank me for preserving you from the snare that was +laid from your unwary footsteps."</p> + +<p>It was written in a delicate lady's hand, and ran as +follows:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Karl</span>:—I have only a moment in which to reply to your +letter of the 3d, but will write you more at length at some further +date. I am teaching in the family of a wealthy lady, until fate throws +something more agreeable in my way. This is all that keeps me +from despair.</p> + +<p>"My <i>own</i>! what would I not give to see you? Oh, this fearful +curse of poverty! I must find some means of escape from my difficulties, +or go <i>mad</i>. I cannot live without you. I have planned a +thousand impossible schemes, which I have been obliged to abandon +as unavailing.</p> + +<p>"Meanwhile, I am not idle. There is a rich bachelor, who resides +in the house where I am employed. I have made some progress +towards an acquaintance, and am beginning to entertain the hope that +I have made an impression. Money is all that stands in the way of +our happiness. I would dare anything to possess it. If I could once +establish a claim to a portion of his vast wealth, do you not see that +there are other lands where we might enjoy it together, and our life +be one long dream of happiness?</p> + +<p>"Write to me, for I am unhappy.</p> + +<p class="right">"Your loving <span class="smcap">Clemence</span>."</p></div> + +<p>"Where did you get this?" he asked, briefly, after +having completed its perusal.</p> + +<p>"I found it where it had been carelessly dropped on +the floor of the school-room," was the response.</p> + +<p>"Was she aware of the occasion of her abrupt dismissal?" +was the next question.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +"No," sighed the lady. "I could not bring myself +to hurt her feelings, deeply as I felt I had been wronged, +so I left word for her that I intended to make some +change in the girls' studies, and thought of placing +them under the care of masters. It is extremely fortunate +that I discovered her real character in time, is +it not, Will?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, extremely fortunate," he echoed absently, +with a look of pain in his face that did not escape the +eager eyes that scanned it searchingly.</p> + +<p>"That was a clever little plot of mine," she soliloquized, +an hour later. "I did not dream the foolish +fellow was so interested. How came I to be so careless? +That is the last governess who will ever enter +these doors. I will send the children away, for I hate +to be bothered with them, and it would be a great +relief to have them out of my sight. I will make +speedy arrangements to that effect. Of course nothing +further will be heard of this girl. Men are proverbially +inconstant, and Wilfred will soon forget all about this +Miss Graystone. It was but a passing fancy, and I +have taken the wisest course to get rid of her. I dare +say she will get along well enough, and marry somebody +in her own sphere in life. She <i>was</i> pretty and +dignified with that reserved manner, and the clear eyes +under the broad, full brow. But she had horridly low +relations, and as I know, from sad experience, self-preservation +is the first instinct of humanity. Gracia +Vaughn, you must not forget the old days of poverty, +and toil, and vexation over the piano in Madame Fay's +back parlor, where you were an under-paid music<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +teacher! Be careful that an unwary step does not +precipitate you again into the depths from which Cecil +Vaughn rescued you! That would be misery, indeed, +after these long years of luxurious idleness. It shall +never be."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + + +<p>It was the twilight of a dismal November day. The +wind shrieked and moaned drearily, and what had been +a cold, penetrating rain, had, as the darkness set in, +frozen as it fell, and added to the general cheerlessness. +The streets were nearly deserted, and the few +pedestrians, whom business compelled to be abroad, +hurried on swiftly to their respective places of destination.</p> + +<p>At the window of a dingy looking brick building, +which bore on its time-worn exterior its true character +of that resort for friendless poverty, "a cheap lodging +house," sat Clemence Graystone, gazing abstractedly +into the gathering gloom of the night. The fair, +patient face was clouded with care, and somewhat of +the darkness of the world without, seemed to have settled +upon her spirits.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I hear the howl of the wind that brings<br /></span> +<span class="i0"> The long, drear storm on its heavy wings,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>she said, at length, rising and gliding to the side of +the couch upon which a slight figure reclined, asked +fondly,</p> + +<p>"Mamma, what shall I read to you this evening? +I feel strangely depressed."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +The gentle lady drew the sweet face down to her +pillow, and smoothed the bright hair with loving tenderness.</p> + +<p>"My precious daughter," she whispered, "I know +all the care and anxiety that weighs down your young +life. I can read it in your clear, truthful eyes, that +never yet showed the shadow of falsehood. God only +knows, for there is none other to hear or comfort me, +my days and nights of anxious solicitude for your welfare. +What will become of you, when I am gone, my +darling? 'My soul faints within me.' I am truly 'of +little faith.' Read to me, dear, from the book beside +me, and it will surely comfort me in my desolation."</p> + +<p>It was the sacred volume, that has so often solaced +the grief and despair of the weary and heavy-laden, +and the tremulous voice repeated the inspired words, +with that pathos that can only come from those who +have suffered. A heavenly calm settled over the pale +face of the invalid.</p> + +<p>"My child, be not weary of well-doing," she murmured, +softly indeed. "'Blessed are they that mourn, +for they shall be comforted.' I was thinking, as I lay +here alone to-day, beset by doubts and fears, of a passage +in Baxter's 'Saints' Everlasting Rest.' The +eloquent pastor of Kidderminster, living in the midst +of bodily pain and persecution, had the true faith which +is hardly attained in the midst of worldly prosperity. +It strengthens me to listen to his pious instructions. +Can you give me the words, dear?"</p> + +<p>Clemence sought the book, and read this passage +which her mother had indicated:</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> +"Why dost thou look so sadly on those withered +limbs, or on that pining body? Do not so far mistake +thyself as to think its joys and thine are all one; +or that its prosperity and thine are all one; or that +they must needs stand or fall together. When it is +rotting and consuming in the grave, then shalt thou +be a companion of the perfected spirits of the just; +and when those bones are scattered about the churchyard, +then shalt thou be praising God in rest. And, +in the mean time, hast not thou food of consolation +which the flesh knoweth not of, and a joy which this +stranger meddleth not with? And do not think that, +when thou art turned out of this body, thou shalt have +no habitation. Art thou afraid thou shalt wander destitute +of a resting place? Is it better resting in +flesh than in God? Dost thou think that those souls +which are now with Christ, do so much pity their rotten +or dusty corpse, or lament that their ancient habitation +is ruined, and their once comely bodies turned into +earth? Oh, what a thing is strangeness and dis-acquaintance. +It maketh us afraid of our dearest +friends, and to draw back from the place of our only +happiness!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, there is comfort in words like that," said the +widow, clasping her thin hands. "When I think of +the great souls who have lived and suffered, it seems +selfish and wicked to murmur at my afflictions. I will +try to be patient unto the end. Go to your rest, my +love, and may God's holy angels guard your slumbers!"</p> + +<p>They were all in all to each other, this gentle invalid +and her only child. There is nothing that draws refined<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +natures nearer to each other in this world, than +mutual suffering. And day after day the girl struggled +on with her burden, while the elder woman could +only pray that she might have strength given her from +on high. There are other cases like this on earth. +The mother and daughter are but the type of a class +of earnest-hearted ones of whom few dream the worth. +As another has written, "there are many of these virtues +in low places; some day they will be on high. +This life has a morrow."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>There was a long, cold winter approaching. Clemence's +mind was occupied with the one question that +is the burden of the poor in our cities—"What shall +we do in order to live through the inclement season, +which is so nearly at hand?" She could get no work +of the kind for which she was most fitted. She had in +the old days, a feminine love for needlework, and she +thought, "Why not turn this to account? I might +manage to eke out a subsistence in that way."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>She had gained one true friend in her adversity. +Alicia Linden had sought her out and managed to befriend +her in various ways. She resolved to consult +her immediately.</p> + +<p>"A good idea," said that energetic lady. "I will +try and help you to obtain employment."</p> + +<p>This she did, keeping the name of the young girl +from the circle of ladies, whose patronage she solicited. +It requires influence, even in the humblest calling, to +obtain plenty of work at good prices. Clemence did +not dream how much she was indebted to the kindness<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> +of the masculine widow for the generous sums that +came for her finely wrought articles.</p> + +<p>"You owe me no thanks, dear," Mrs. Linden would +say, and, thinking remorsefully of that little feminine +gossip at the Crane mansion, would redouble her efforts +in the young girl's behalf. Mrs. Linden had a fear +which amounted to presentiment, that the aforementioned +clique, of which Mrs. Crane was the acknowledged +leader, would learn, by some means, of her new +interest in Clemence Graystone. So great was her +dread of such a discovery, that she carefully avoided +the society of those ladies, and did not once venture +into the neighborhood of her friends. How her cherished +secret became known to them she never knew, +but, that it <i>had</i> become known she soon learned, to her +chagrin and utter discomfiture.</p> + +<p>Clemence was seated, one clear, cold December day, +in their little parlor, busily at work upon a fancy article +that one of her customers had ordered for the +approaching holiday season. She felt unusually light-hearted. +Mrs. Graystone had rallied from her illness +sufficiently to walk about the house, and was now visiting +Mrs. Mann in her apartments, that worthy lady +having beguiled her into an afternoon's visit, to give +Clemence a better chance to finish her work.</p> + +<p>Suddenly the cheerful little room was invaded by +two ladies in sables and velvet—none other than our +old friends, Mesdames Brown and Crane.</p> + +<p>Clemence recognized them at once. A pink flush +settled upon her pale face, but she rose with gentle +dignity upon their entrance.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +Eager for her triumph, however, Mrs. Crane did not +give her time to utter a word. "Well, I have found +you at last," she exclaimed, panting and out of breath. +"I declare, young woman, if I'd have known what a +search I should have, I would not have ventured into +this out of the way place. Your's a seamstress, ain't +you?"</p> + +<p>"I am in the habit of taking in work of this description," +said Clemence, holding, for her inspection, +the article she had been engaged in completing at the +moment she was interrupted.</p> + +<p>"Yes, pretty well done. Just look at it closer, Mrs. +Brown."</p> + +<p>That lady now came forward and examined the work +in a would-be critical manner.</p> + +<p>"Seems to me the stitches don't look as if they'd +hold," she said, ill-naturedly. "I discharged my last +seamstress because she did not make her work serviceable. +I give good prices; I ain't one of them kind +of ladies what wants something for nothing. I never +believe in oppressin' the poor. I have plenty of means, +(that was true, for the retired grocer was as liberal as +a prince.) If a person suits me, and keeps their place, +they will have my patronage; if not, I pay them off and +show them the door. My Melindy wants a new silk for +a Christmas party, and as I am very particularly interested +in her doing herself credit on the occasion, I +want it made under my own supervision. You see, +Mrs. Crane, it is to be a very exclusive affair, for I +heard that the Vaughns have accepted invitations, and +you know they belong to the very <i>creme de la creme</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +Wilfred Vaughn is a catch for any young lady. It +won't be my fault if Melindy isn't the belle of the evening, +for I'm determined that no expense shall be spared."</p> + +<p>The lady's dear friend vouchsafed her only a spiteful +glance in return for this proof of confidence. She +was thinking of her own beauteous Lucinda, and mentally +declared that <i>her</i> daughter should outshine Melinda +Brown on that momentous occasion, if the worthy +contractor had to go into bankruptcy the next day.</p> + +<p>"Now Miss," concluded Mrs. Brown, turning again +to Clemence, "I want to engage you to come to-morrow +morning to work for me, and if you suit, I may keep +you for some time longer."</p> + +<p>There was a look of quiet amusement upon Clemence's +face, as she replied politely:</p> + +<p>"I should be happy to serve you, Madam, but my +time is engaged until after the holidays, and I never +go out on account of an invalid parent, whom I cannot +leave."</p> + +<p>"Oh!" jerked Mrs. Brown, bridling with offended +dignity.</p> + +<p>"Well, upon my word!" hissed Mrs. Crane, "such +airs!"</p> + +<p>"I am very glad, I am sure," pursued the former, "to +find you so well employed. You were recommended +to me as a very worthy person in destitute circumstances, +and I supposed that to one in your <i>lowly position</i>, +work would be a charity. Had you possessed +sufficient humility, and a proper appreciation of my +efforts, I might have taken you under my patronage. +No matter what you might have been once, Miss, you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +are in the depths of poverty now, and it would be a +good idea not to be too independent, for you may want +a friend. Don't come to <i>me</i>, if you do, for I have done +with you. My conscience is clear. This lady will +bear witness to my benevolent intentions, and I acquit +myself of all blame. I have discharged a disagreeable +duty."</p> + +<p>"Oh, the base ingratitude of this world!" wailed +Mrs. Crane. "My dear friend, is it not shocking?"</p> + +<p>"It defies description," she ejaculated. "Let us +depart. Good bye, young woman, and remember, +'Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit +before a fall.'"</p> + +<p>"Just one minute too late!" cried Alicia Linden, +sinking into a chair; "I saw the precious pair just +turn the corner. Don't cry, rosebud. I'll pay them +off yet. I can manage Mrs. Brown and the whole +Crane clique. They will be sorry for this insult."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, I know I am foolish, dear Mrs. Linden," +said Clemence, upon whose face smiles struggled with +tears like an April day. "If this <i>is</i> poverty, it is at +least honest poverty, of which I am not ashamed. I +will not allow them to disturb me. But, pray, not a +word of this to mamma."</p> + +<p>The short winter days passed, and March came with +its cold, blustering winds, and severe changes of +weather. Mrs. Graystone failed visibly. She could +no longer conceal from the fond eyes that watched +her, that her days were numbered.</p> + +<p>Clemence's time was so completely taken up in nursing +the invalid, that she was obliged to abandon all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +other employment, and her income ceased entirely. +She knew not what to do. She was in debt to Mrs. +Mann, without the means of payment, and she knew +that the kind woman could illy sustain the burden. +Mrs. Linden was her only friend, and she was a widow +of limited means.</p> + +<p>Pondering deeply upon the subject, a thought struck +her, which she resolved to act upon immediately. First, +having installed Mrs. Mann as nurse in her place, she +hastily donned hat and shawl, and hurried out into the +street. It was a cold, raw, disagreeable day. Little +pools of water, that had formed in the hollows of the +sidewalks, were fast freezing into ice, and the keen, +cruel wind seemed to penetrate to the very marrow of +one's bones.</p> + +<p>People, well wrapped in rich furs, strong-minded +ladies bent on a mission, portly gentlemen on their +way to their counting rooms, and troops of bright-eyed, +rosy-cheeked school-girls, passed her on her way. Two +little pinched, hollow-eyed children came out of a red +brick building, which bore in large letters over the +spacious doorway, "The Orphan's Home," and walked +beside her. A little eager voice fell on her ear:</p> + +<p>"I tell you, Marthy, they don't give you <i>nothin'</i> to +eat to the 'Home.' And I'm <i>so</i> hungry! Wouldn't +it be nice if we could have all we wanted to eat, just +once? I dream every night that mamma comes to me, +and kisses and pets me as she used to. Perhaps if +we are good and patient, we may go to her some day."</p> + +<p>"Poor little creatures," sighed Clemence. "What +can I do to alleviate their sorrows?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +She looked again at the wan, childish faces, then +drew out her slender portmonnaie. "The Lord will +provide," she thought, as the time-worn "Charity begins +at home," rose to her lips, at sight of her scant +supply of means. "Come here, dears," she said, beckoning +to them.</p> + +<p>The little ones crept up to her with shy, downcast +eyes. She went with them into a confectioners, and +filled their hands with crisp cakes and steaming rolls, +and watched them with a moisture in her eyes, as +they eagerly grasped at what was to them a royal +feast.</p> + +<p>"Never mind thanking me, children," she said, as +they poured out a dozen incoherent exclamations, to +prove their gratitude. "Always remember hereafter, +when you feel unhappy, that 'God watches over you, +and will surely send some one to help you if you only +try to do right.'"</p> + +<p>She tried to encourage herself with this thought, as +she resumed her walk. It strengthened her to renewed +effort. She paused before a store, where the +wealth of the earth seemed to be collected in the "gold +and silver and precious stones," that dazzled her eyes +to look upon.</p> + +<p>An elderly gentleman lounged behind the counter. +She went directly up to him, and asked, in a straightforward +manner.</p> + +<p>"How much will you give me for this ring?"</p> + +<p>It was a solitaire diamond, and had been her mother's +birthday gift. The man looked at her keenly, and +saw that she was not used to bargaining. He read at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +a glance, the story of the delicate, mourning clad girl +before him.</p> + +<p>"Fifty dollars." he answered, coolly.</p> + +<p>"But it cost three times that sum," said Clemence, +"and although I need the money, I cannot sacrifice so +valuable an article in that manner. Besides its intrinsic +value, it is very dear to me by association."</p> + +<p>"Can't help that," said the man, coarsely, "its intrinsic +value is all that concerns me. If you don't wish +to sell it, of course you can keep it. Seeing, however, +that its a pretty young lady, I'll make it seventy-five."</p> + +<p>"Could you not make it a hundred?" she asked, hesitatingly.</p> + +<p>"Not a cent more than seventy-five," he said emphatically. +He read the despair in her face, and knew +that whatever her emergency, it was so great that she +must come to his terms. "You see, young woman," +he condescended to explain, "you are not accustomed +to this mode of business, and you do not realize that +when people want ready money they must give a fair +equivalent in order to get it. Times are hard, and a +dollar is a dollar now. Six weeks later I might give +you the sum you demand, but, to-day, it is quite impossible."</p> + +<p>"Very well, give me the money," said Clemence, +desperately; "I cannot wait a day longer."</p> + +<p>"Cruel, cruel!" she said, as she walked homeward. +"It will not meet our demands. Where is all this to +end?" The keen March wind was kind to her in one +respect, it removed from her face all traces of emotion +that would have disturbed the invalid.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +Rap, rap, rap, at the little third story room. "Come +in," called Clemence, listlessly. Mrs. Mann's cheery +face looked in at the door.</p> + +<p>"Something for Mrs. Graystone," she said, holding +out a small package. "It was left here a moment ago, +by a tall gentleman so completely muffled in furs that +I could only get a glimpse of a pair of handsome eyes. +If you will not think me too curious, I should like to +know what it contains."</p> + +<p>"Open it dear," said the mother languidly.</p> + +<p>All uttered an exclamation, as a roll of bank bills +fell to the floor. There was a brief note, which ran as +follows:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Madam</span>—Please accept this in payment of a debt, due your late +husband by the writer."</p></div> + +<p>That was all, and there was no signature.</p> + +<p>"How strange," said the widow; "I knew but little +of Mr. Graystone's business affairs. It is providential."</p> + +<p>"Just five hundred dollars," said Mrs. Mann; +"Why, Clemence, it's a fortune! Why don't you tell +us how pleased you are? You do not say anything."</p> + +<p>It was true this sudden and unexpected relief, from +an unknown source, had bewildered the girl. She +could hardly bring herself to realize that her pecuniary +troubles were at an end, for the time being, at least.</p> + +<p>"I am very much pleased, Mrs. Mann," she said, +brightening, "but give me time to get accustomed to +my sudden accession of wealth, pray!"</p> + +<p>"I would give anything to get that sad look out of +your face," said the good woman, coming closer to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +girl, and folding her in a motherly embrace. "Go out +for a walk, you have been in the house all day, and +you look pale and weary."</p> + +<p>The long day drew to a close, and night came on +dark and chill. The wind wailed around the house +mournfully, and as it drew towards midnight, continued +to rise still higher. The clock struck twelve.</p> + +<p>There was an uneasy movement of the invalid tossing +restlessly. Once she made an effort to raise herself, +and the thin hands wandered caressingly over the +bright hair of the young girl who slumbered peacefully +beside her.</p> + +<p>"Poor darling," she said, "you are heavily burdened, +but it will not be for long. I feel the hour approaching."</p> + +<p>A cold moisture settled upon her forehead, her +breath came in labored gasps.</p> + +<p>"Mother," wailed Clemence, now fully aroused, +kneeling beside her, and chafing the cold hands. +"Mother, speak to me?"</p> + +<p>There was no response. The girl was alone with +her dead.</p> + +<p>"I declare, I am nearly distracted myself," said +Mrs. Mann to Alicia Linden some weeks after. "It +would melt the heart of a stone to hear that poor dear +crying out in her delirium, 'what shall I do to obtain +this or that for the poor suffering mother?' That's +always the burden of her thoughts. It's perfectly +dreadful. Mrs. Linden, do you think she <i>can</i> live?"</p> + +<p>"I hope she may, with careful nursing," was the +reply. "We will do all we can, and leave the event +with Providence."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +It hardly seemed a kindness to Clemence, when they +told her, after she became conscious, of how near she +had been to death, and that only the kindest care had +won her back to life.</p> + +<p>"It would have been better to let me die," she said, +thinking how little now she had to live for.</p> + +<p>"If God, in his wisdom, saw fit to restore you, Clemence, +it was for some wise purpose of his own," said +her friend.</p> + +<p>"I know it," she replied patiently; "but I have suffered +so much that I am weary of life. Remember, I +am all alone in the world."</p> + +<p>"No, not alone, dear," said the lady, "for now that +you have no one else, I intend to claim you. I love +you already as a daughter, and I am going to care for +your future."</p> + +<p>Clemence was too weak to do anything but yield, +and when she was able to ride out, Mrs. Linden took +her to her own home. But although she recovered +sufficiently to walk about the house and garden, and +to take long rides into the country, yet her faithful +nurse began to fear that she would never be really well +again.</p> + +<p>"She needs a change," said the physician. "A +journey would do her good."</p> + +<p>So they packed up, and went off to the seaside. The +bracing air did for Clemence what the doctor's medicine +had failed to accomplish. In spite of the languid +interest she took in everything, hope grew stronger +each day in the care of her watchful friend. And at +last the roses came back to her cheeks, and when they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +went back to the city, in the cool September days, she +was strong and well once more.</p> + +<p>"Do you know, Clemence, it is six months since +you have been under my charge?" asked Mrs. Linden, +as they sat sewing by the bright fire, that the chilly +fall day rendered agreeable.</p> + +<p>"Is it possible?" was the startled reply. "How +long I have been a burden on your kindness! Alas! +what changes have occurred within a short time."</p> + +<p>"I know what you are thinking of now, child, and I +did not wish to make you melancholy by reminding +you of the past."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Madam," said the girl, "it is never absent +from my thoughts. You surely would not have me +forget the great loss I have sustained?"</p> + +<p>"No, Clemence," replied the elder, "that would be +wrong, but I do not want you to brood over it. Remember +who sent this affliction. 'The Lord gave and +the Lord hath taken away.'"</p> + +<p>"But she was all that I had to love," said Clemence; +"what is life to me now?"</p> + +<p>"Don't talk like that, dear," said Mrs. Linden, gently, +"the unrestrained indulgence of grief is always +wrong. Have you never thought how selfish it was to +wish your mother back again, as I have so often heard +you? God's ways are inscrutable. But though his +children cannot always see what is best for themselves, +He never errs. Your mother was a good woman, a +faithful wife, and loving parent, but a life of uninterrupted +prosperity had left her a stranger to the peace +that cometh only from obedience to the will of Him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +who created us. It was in the midst of adversity that +she found the source of consolation. She learned then +how precious is the love the Father feels for the suffering +ones of earth. She was willing to go. Her only +fears were for you. Can you not have faith that the +prayers she breathed for your welfare with her dying +lips, will be answered? You are young yet, and there +is work for you to do in the world. Interest yourself +in some worthy object, and you will be astonished at +the change in your own feelings."</p> + +<p>Clemence looked up with a new light dawning upon +her face. These thoughts were new to her.</p> + +<p>"I am afraid I have been selfish," she said, coming +and kneeling beside her friend, and locking her slender +fingers agitatedly. "It is very hard always to do +right. Believe, though, that I erred only in judgment, +not through intention. Help me to do better."</p> + +<p>"Dear child," said the motherly woman, touched by +the generous confession, "we are none of us perfect. +We can only <i>try</i>. I have said this solely for your own +good. You realize that, I am sure. My only wish is +to make you happy."</p> + +<p>Clemence took up with her friend's advice. She +found enough to occupy her, for there is plenty to do +in the world. It needs only the willing heart. She +became the instrument of much good, and many sick +and sorrowful learned to love the low-voiced girl who +came among them in her sable robes.</p> + +<p>The winter passed quietly and uneventfully. Clemence +went very little into society. She had no desire +for it. She was content to be forgotten, and let those<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +who were eager for the strife, crowd and jostle each +other for the empty honors, for which she did not care +to put in a claim. Not but that she had once been +ambitious of distinction, and had been told by loving +friends that she possessed talents that it was wrong to +bury. There was no one to care now for her success +or failure. It mattered little how the years were passed. +They would find her a lonely, sorrowing woman, without +home or friends. No one, be they never so hopeful, +could anticipate happiness in such a future. Clemence +did not, but she knew she should, in time, learn to +be contented with her lot. Others had been before her. +Then, too, something whispered that it would not be +for long.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Linden watched her anxiously, noting the +troubled look on the girl's face, and questioned her as +to its cause.</p> + +<p>"Don't yield to despondency," she would say. "You +must go more into society. Solitude is not good for +you."</p> + +<p>Obedient to her wish, Clemence afterwards accompanied +her whenever she went from home.</p> + +<p>Thus passed the time until her twentieth birthday. +She reviewed, sadly, on that occasion, her past life, +and formed her plans for the future. The result of her +cogitations was, that not long after, she left the roof +that had sheltered her since her bereavement, but to +which she had no real claim, and commenced upon a +new life.</p> + +<p>This was very much against her friend's wishes.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +"What wild idea has taken possession of your visionary +mind now?" she queried. "Just when I thought +you were quite contented to stay with me, you start +off to teach a score or more of ignorant little savages +in some obscure part of some obscure region, not yet +blessed with the telegraph or railroad."</p> + +<p>"Not quite so bad as that, I hope," said Clemence, +laughing. "Don't, please, raise any objections to my +plan, kind friend; for I want to feel that it has your +sanction. Perhaps, if I get tired of teaching, I will +come back to you again."</p> + +<p>"Very well," was the rejoinder, "in that case you +may go, but I shall expect to see you again very soon. +You will die of home-sickness."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> + + +<p>A lovely June day was drawing to a close, as a stage +coach drew up at the one hotel in the little village of +Waveland.</p> + +<p>"Here at last, mum," said the driver, stepping forward +to assist a lady to alight. "It's been a tedious +ride for a delicate looking lady like you."</p> + +<p>She <i>was</i> delicate looking, and <i>very</i> pretty, with an +air of refinement that betokened good birth and careful +culture.</p> + +<p>"Yes," she said, "it has been a weary day's journey, +and I shall be glad to rest."</p> + +<p>She went into the little homespun sitting-room, and +laid aside her bonnet and shawl, then went to the window, +and looked out in an absent way. The high, pure +brow, and calm, thoughtful eyes, remind us of one we +have met before, and the slender, nervous hands, locked +after her old fashion when troubled, prove that it is +none other than our young friend, Clemence Graystone.</p> + +<p>"Jerushy! ain't she style?"</p> + +<p>Her reverie came abruptly to an end, and with a +momentary feeling of annoyance, she retreated from +the window, as this exclamation startled her into the +knowledge that half of the inhabitants of the little village +were already out and gazing at her.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +"What can I do for you, Miss?" asked the obsequious +landlord, a moment after. It was evident that +guests beneath his hospitable roof were "like angel's +visits, few and far between."</p> + +<p>"Supper and a room."</p> + +<p>"Yes, certainly, certainly, in no time. Here, Cary +Elizy, Elizabeth Angeline, Victory Valery, where on +earth air they? Neither of them three girls is never +on hand when they're wanted."</p> + +<p>There was a shuffle, a scampering, and much suppressed +giggling, then a frowsy head peered in at the +doorway.</p> + +<p>"This lady wants something to eat, and a good cup +of tea, directly."</p> + +<p>"Yes," drawled a voice, "she shall have it if it +takes a limb. Here, girls, spin around, I tell you, and +git the young woman suthin to eat."</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, Clemence surveyed the little room to +which she had been conducted, guiltless of carpeting, +and with only one chair and a washstand, beside a huge, +old fashioned bedstead, and plump feather bed covered +with patchwork. But everything was clean and inviting, +and only too thankful for the opportunity, Clemence +smoothed her hair, and bathed her aching temples, +preparatory to partaking of that "good cup of +tea," which her host had ordered, and which she hoped +would drive away her headache.</p> + +<p>But, alas! for human anticipations. The good, +wholesome country fare which she had expected, proved +to be only the refuse of what was considered unsaleable +in market. In place of the steaming biscuit, golden<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +butter, and delicious cream she had promised herself, +there were huge slices of clammy bread, a plate of old-fashioned +short-cake, yellow with saleratus; butter, that +to say the least of it, was not inodorous, and a compound +of skim milk and lukewarm water, dignified by the name +of tea. Leaving it almost untasted, Clemence sought +her couch, and was soon buried in profound slumber.</p> + +<p>She awoke late the next morning, and after a hasty +toilet, went down to breakfast, to find herself the center +of observation. The table was tolerably well-filled, +with one or two blooming damsels, and for the rest, +sun-browned country boys.</p> + +<p>"Good morning," said the gentleman of the house, +heartily. "Kalkilate you was pretty well played out, +yesterday. Don't look as if you'd stand much hard +work. You're a school teacher, I take it? Yes, I +thought so. I can generally guess at a body's business +the first time trying. I ain't one of the educated sort +myself, but I've picked up a few ideas knocking around +the world. I've got some girls now, I'd like to have +learn something, but then they don't seem to take to +it. I spose that kind o' hankerin' after books comes +natural to some folks, and to others it don't. Me nor +none of my family never seemed to set much store by +that sort of thing. It's a good thing to be gifted, +though. There's neighbor Green's boy, Bill, he can +'late anything after he's heerd it once, and when there's +any doins' of any kind comin' off, they send him so he +can tell the rest, after he gets home, all what happened. +But, as I said before, it's more'n any of the rest of us +can do.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +"And, to tell the truth, we don't need to be as wise +as Solomon, here in these parts, to be as good as the +best. When a man gets what you may call a little +forehanded, he's bound to have his say about matters +and things, whether he understands them or not. I +rather guess, too, Miss," he added, good-naturedly, "if +you stay long enough round here, you'll git to teachin' +one scholar. There ain't many old maids around here, +but there's any quantity of nice, industrious young men +what want wives, and ain't a goin' far for to find them, +eh, girls?"</p> + +<p>There was a good deal of tittering at this last remark, +and the aforementioned youths blushed to the tips of +their ears.</p> + +<p>"What singular people I have got among," thought +Clemence, who could not refrain from laughing at their +oddity. "What a strange fate has thrown me among +them?"</p> + +<p>She was destined to learn a good deal more of their +singularities, during her prolonged sojourn at the little +village. A country school teacher, having to "board +round," has a good chance to study human nature.</p> + +<p>Before she had been long at her new occupation, she +found that she was expected to be, literally, "as wise as +a serpent, and as harmless as a dove." There was no +subject—religion or politics not excepted—which she +was not expected thoroughly to understand and expound; +she was evidently considered, from her position, +as a sort of animated encyclopedia, to be consulted at +will. And all this, to be able to instruct a half-civilized +brood of children, of both sexes, in the rudiments<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> +of reading, writing, spelling, arithmetic and +geography, with enough of grammar to enable them to +stammer and stumble through a simple sentence, and +arrive safely at the end without any material injury to +the teacher's nerves.</p> + +<p>However, it was, at least, an honorable independence, +poorly remunerated though it was, and she went to +work with a will.</p> + +<p>Her first boarding place was at the house of an aged +couple, by the name of Wynn, who lived a short distance +from the school house. Their appearance struck +her as extremely peculiar. Mrs. Wynn's tall, stooping +figure, spoke plainly of a hard, laborious life. +Her sharp features and keen, piercing eyes, made more +prominent by the unusual lowness of the forehead, told +more surely than language, of their owner's propensity +to investigate the affairs of her neighbor, and proved +her claim to the complimentary title, they had bestowed +upon her, viz:—"That prying old mother, Wynn." +But what was still more strange, was the silver hair of +both these old people, and which their age did not seem +to warrant. The lady, however, with a little lingering +of feminine vanity in her heart, had made an awkward +attempt at hair dye of home manufacture, and from a +too plentiful use of sulphur and copperas, had succeeded +in producing a band of vivid yellow upon each +side of her temple, while the hair at the back and upon +the crown of her head, was white as snow. Clemence +learned afterwards that these worthy people had seen +a great deal of trouble, and that their prematurely aged +appearance was from that source alone.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +She was not aware that they had more than one +daughter, who was her pupil, but as she went into the +"spare room" assigned her, and carelessly took up a +"carte de visite" that lay upon the table, she saw underneath +the picture of a buxom damsel, in a feeble, +trembling hand, "My own sweet Rose."</p> + +<p>She had before this noticed another queer trait of +the people among whom her lot was so strangely cast, +and that was their singular penchant for fancy and +high-sounding names. Among her scholars there were, +for the girls, respectively—Alcestine Alameda, Boadicea +Beatrice, Claudia Clarinda, Eugenia Eurydice, +Venetia Ignatia, and so on, indefinitely; and among a +group of ragged, bare-footed boys, a number of time-honored +Bible names, and such distinguished modern +ones as George Washington, Daniel Webster, Henry +Clay, Edward Everett, and even down to one little +shock-headed, lisping, Abraham Lincoln.</p> + +<p>"My own sweet Rose," proved, unhappily for Clemence, +to possess more of the characteristics of a stinging +nettle, than of the flower whose name she bore, and +she was glad when her week was out, and she could +leave her charming society, for that which she fondly +hoped might be more congenial.</p> + +<p>Clemence had begun to try her strength, and she +prayed fervently that she might not "faint by the +way." What other alternative had she than this? It +was too sadly true, as she had told her friend, she was +all alone in the world. What mattered it where the +rest of her life was spent? She tried bravely to do +her duty "in that station in life to which it had pleased<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +God to call her." That was enough for the present. +The future stretched out, dreary and hopeless, before her.</p> + +<p>Strangely enough, she never thought that she was +young and pretty and well born, and might form new +ties, if she would. She never reasoned upon the subject, +for the bare possibility did not once enter her +mind. This was the more strange, that she had never +been in love, and there were no memories to rise up +and haunt her like ghosts of forgotten joys, no dear +face that had beamed upon her with the one profound +affection that comes to every one at some period of +their lives. There were only two graves under the +willows that contained all that had ever been dear to +her in life. She never dreamed of any other love than +theirs, who had watched over her childhood, and left +her, with prayers to heaven for her safety upon their +pallid lips. Her one hope was to live so that she +might meet them again, and that it might be said of +her, "She hath done what she could."</p> + +<p>Clemence Graystone was possessed of little worldly +ambition, and she had no incentive to exertion, beyond +what was necessary to maintain an honorable independence. +She was content, with fine talents that might +have won her a name, to be left behind upon the road +to fame by those who were better adapted to the contest. +What was it to her? A short-lived popularity, +the adulation of the vulgar, the cool, critical glances +of those who might sympathize and appreciate, but +ever seemed more ready to condemn. She had no +wish to be petted by the crowd, or court the gaze of +idle curiosity. Better solitude and her own thoughts.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> +She had enough of the latter, you may well believe. +Obscure and poverty-stricken, the world passed on, +and forgot even her existence, after a way it has. She +did not "keep up with the times," and she was left by +the receding tide, a lonely waif upon unknown shores. +What lay before her, God alone knew. Clemence felt +grieved, too, to find that she was not liked by the village +people. Old Mrs. Wynn took care to inform her +of that, with a due amount of exaggeration. Her crime +consisted in minding her own business, and letting +others do the same—and they called her gentle reticence, +"airs," said she felt above common folks, and +prophesied that any amount of evil would befall her. +She did not know that it is a trait of human nature to +condemn that, which, through ignorance, people cannot +appreciate the value. Therefore she mourned in secret, +and blamed herself for being unsocial, and tried hard +to be patient and forgiving.</p> + +<p>At this juncture, when she most needed a counsellor, +she made an acquaintance, and formed a lasting friendship. +She had often admired, upon the outskirts of +the village, a pretty cottage, embowered in trees, and +curiosity had led her to question others about its occupant. +She could only learn that a lady by the name +of Hardyng lived there, quite alone. That was all she +could find out in regard to it.</p> + +<p>One morning, however, very much to her surprise, +as she had never met the lady, she found on her desk +an informal invitation to visit her at the cottage. Tired +of her own thoughts, and wishing for something to take +up her attention, she at once resolved to accept it—and,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +in pursuance of this determination, after school was dismissed, +responded to the message in person. The door +was opened immediately on her low rap.</p> + +<p>"How kind of you to come," said one of the sweetest +voices she had ever heard. "I have hoped and +feared alternately, as to the result of my unceremonious +request. Pray make yourself perfectly at home. +I have wanted to get acquainted with you ever since +I first saw you, but I go out so little, I was almost in +despair, until I hit upon this method. I believe I have +not yet introduced myself. I am Ulrica Hardyng, a +lonely and sorrowing woman, with no one in the whole +wide world to love or care for me, and I want to be +your friend."</p> + +<p>She knelt down before the young girl, whom she had +already seated, and gazed with dark, unfathomable +eyes into the sweet face before her.</p> + +<p>"Loyal and true," she said, stroking the white hand +softly. "I want you to love me, Miss Graystone. I +knew at the first glimpse of your face, that you had +suffered, poor child, and I felt for you from that moment; +for who can sympathize with the afflicted so +well as one who has drained to the dregs the bitter +cup?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, Madame!" said Clemence, impetuously, fascinated, +as every one else had always been by the woman +before her, "I shall be forever grateful for the smallest +portion of your regard. You cannot imagine how completely +isolated I have been, during my brief sojourn +here."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +"I believe that," was the reply; "a girl of your +intellect and refinement can have little in common with, +these obtuse village people. They cannot understand +your feelings, and you cannot possibly sympathize with +theirs. Your former life must have been very different +from this. Tell me about it?"</p> + +<p>It was a strange interview, but then, Ulrica Hardyng +was a strange woman, and never did anything +like anybody else.</p> + +<p>"You will come again?" she said, that evening as +they parted. "Fate has been kinder to me than I +deserve, and sent me a sweet consoler. You and I +have nothing to do with the idle forms of society. +We meet each other, and that is quite enough."</p> + +<p>"I will come again, kind friend," Clemence answered +gratefully, "at an early day; for now that I +have once enjoyed the pleasure of your society, it +would be hard to deny myself the privilege in future."</p> + +<p>After that they met nearly every day.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wynn had her say about it, too.</p> + +<p>"So you've made the acquaintance of that stuck-up +widow, have you? I've a piece of advice for you. +You're an unprotected girl, and might easily get +talked about. There's something queer about this +Mis' Hardyng. She don't mingle with the rest of us, +and I wouldn't be too thick with her, if I was in your +place. Leastways, I won't let my Rose make any +advances towards an acquaintance. Mind, I don't say +anything <i>against</i> her, but I do as I'd be done by, and +give you a friendly warning, such as I'd have anybody +do by a child of mine, if they was around the world.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +For my part, I always consider it a safe plan to wait +and see what other people think about them, before I +make up to anybody myself. 'Taint expected that a +woman that's got a character to lose should commit +herself in the eyes of the world. Remember, too, that +on account of your being in a public capacity, so to +speak, you'd ought to be more particular about your +morals. It's expected that you will do your best to +set a good example to the rest of the young folks +round here; not, of course, that <i>I</i> would say anything, +whatever you might do, but then, everybody ain't so +careful of the 'unruly member,' as the minister calls it. +You know people will talk. For instance, Miss Pryor +dropped in here a few minutes yesterday, and while we +was taking a sociable cup of tea together, she told me +that Mis' Parsons told Caleb Sharp, and he told her, +that you looked a little too sanctimonious to have it +natural, and she meant to keep her eyes on you, for +all you seemed so wrapped up in your own affairs. +They think you feel pretty big, I guess, for Miss Pryor +said she wasn't agoing to wait to be put down by +you, but took particular pains to flounce past you, with +her head turned the other way, and never pretending +to know you was there. Mind, though, you don't say +anything to anybody about it. I am one of that kind +that don't believe in making mischief, and if there's +anything I do <i>dispise</i>, its tattling about my neighbors. +It's a thing I never do, to talk against folks behind +their back. There's plenty that do, though, in this +very town. Now, there's that Mis' Swan, where you're +going to board next week, she's been pretty well talked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +about, first and last, and they <i>do</i> say not without +cause, for you know the sayin' about there always bein' +some fire where there's any smoke. She makes believe +all innocence, but I could tell some things that +I've seen with these two eyes, if I choose.</p> + +<p>"The last teacher we had before you came, was a +single young gentleman by the name of Sweet. He +was a nice, fine-looking man, with a real innocent face, +and pleasant ways, and I took quite a motherly interest +in him. He used to be at the Swans' very often, +and I had a few suspicions of my own. I used to send +Rose in, kind of sudden like, whenever I see him go +by to their house. Mis' Swan felt guilty, for she knew +what I meant; but, will you believe, the malicious creature +actually insinuated that I had designs on him, and +positively had the impudence to send me a saucy message, +one day, by Rose, right before her husband and +that young Sweet. I was so mad that I published the +whole affair over the place within twenty-four hours. +I put on my bonnet, and went in one direction, and +sent Rose in another, and Mis' Swan found herself in +a pretty mess, with her name on everybody's lips. +But, will you believe in the ingratitude of human +nature, the woman's own husband called me a meddlesome +old busy-body, after I had solemnly warned him +of his wife's unfaithfulness, and I was made the laughing +stock of the town where I was born, and have +lived a long and useful life. Nobody can tell me anything +to convince me that my suspicions wasn't correct, +and it went to my heart to have them say that I did it +all out of spite, because I wanted to secure the school-master<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +for my daughter. But I've lived it down, +though, and have shown some people about here, that +I consider them as far beneath me, as the heavens are +<i>above</i> the earth."</p> + +<p>Clemence found the Swan's a little homespun couple, +but, on the whole, much more endurable than Mrs. +Wynn and Rose.</p> + +<p>"I suppose you have heard all about Kate's outrageous +proceedings from our elderly friend?" laughed +Mr. Swan, at the tea-table. "Poor Mrs. Wynn. She +laid me under infinite obligations, by her efforts on my +behalf, so much so, that sometimes the load of gratitude +fairly oppresses me. In case matters had turned +out as she feared, though, I might eventually have +consoled myself with the fair Miss Rose's agreeable +society."</p> + +<p>"There, there, Harry!" said his wife, "don't say +anything to prejudice Miss Graystone against them. +I have forgiven her long ago, and I only hope that +Rose may succeed in obtaining half as good a husband +as somebody I know of."</p> + +<p>"Well," he said, bestowing a fond glance upon the +bright face beside him, "we won't say anything +against them. By the way, Kitty, I received a letter +to-day from Sweet, and he announces the advent of +another juvenile Sweet-ness, to be named in honor of +your ladyship. You see, Miss Graystone, he is a relative, +having married a cousin of my wife's. There was +some trouble about the match, for Uncle Eben objected +to the young man, on account of his being a schoolteacher, +He used to come to Kate for advice, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +being rather a favorite with uncle, she finally succeeded +in reconciling him to the marriage. The young couple +naturally think her 'but little lower than the angels,' +since her efforts in their behalf, and I never saw Sweet +so indignant at anybody in my life as he was at the +Wynns, for starting that infamous story. But I told +him not to mind, it would blow over, and it did. Mrs. +Wynn is pretty well known here, and like the rest of +us, I suppose, has her good traits and her bad ones."</p> + +<p>"How do you like our little village?" asked Mrs. +Swan, to turn the conversation, a few moments after.</p> + +<p>"I have been here so short a time that I can hardly +judge, as yet," replied Clemence. "I think I shall +like it better than I at first expected."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, I hope you will," said her hostess. "We +would like very much to have you settle among us. +You must have observed, by this time, that there are +few people of liberal education in the place."</p> + +<p>"Yet, they are a shrewd, sensible people," said Mr. +Swan, "who might, under more favorable auspices, +make a figure in the world. There are many kind-hearted, +Christian men and women in Waveland, Miss +Graystone, notwithstanding their rough and almost +repulsive exterior."</p> + +<p>"I dare say there are many such," she replied +earnestly, thinking of the cold, heartless worldlings she +had left behind her in the great, busy city. "I do not +judge altogether by outward appearances."</p> + +<p>"Nor I," was the cordial answer; "the coat don't +make the man, in this community, but if any one is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +sick, or in trouble, they will always find these rough-handed +villagers ready to sympathize and aid."</p> + +<p>Mr. Swan never made a truer remark than this last. +The primitive inhabitants of Waveland, although they +gossipped about each other, and speculated a little +beyond the bounds of politeness and decorum, in regard +to the affairs of the few strangers, who now and +then appeared among them, were, on the whole, a kind-hearted, +sober, industrious community. The little village +possessed two stores, a hotel, blacksmith shop, a +school house in which religious services were also held, +and a post office, presided over, in an official capacity, +by the village doctor.</p> + +<p>There was also a weekly paper published there, by +an ambitious youth, called the "Clarion," which contained +snappish editorials about its neighbors, aspiring +criticisms upon the publications of different authors, +always ending in an unmistakable "puff," if they were +at all popular, or a feeble attempt at discriminating +censure, if the unlucky scribe was unknown to fame, +and had (poor wretch,) his way yet to make in the +literary world.</p> + +<p>Clemence got quite attached to the Swans' during +her brief stay with them. She regretted to leave them +for the uncongenial society of strangers.</p> + +<p>Her next boarding place was at Dr. Little's. He +was rightly named, Mrs. Wynn had taken pains to +inform her, and they were a well-matched pair.</p> + +<p>"The way that man charged, when my Rose had the +fever and chills, was amazin'. I know one thing, there +would be a good opening in Waveland for any single<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> +young man who wanted to set up opposition to the old +Doctor. For <i>my</i> part, I'd call on him every time my +family needed his services, which would probably be +pretty often, for Rose is kind of delicate like. He'd +be sure to have one patron, for it would do me good +to spite the Little's."</p> + +<p>Clemence thought, when she first saw this couple, +about whom she had heard so much, that though the +little weazen-faced Doctor might chance to be rightly +named, yet the same remark could not, by any means, +apply to the mountain of flesh he called his wife.</p> + +<p>"Oh, but you don't know her," said Maria, their one +servant, after tea. "I always thought, before I came +here, that fat people, especially them that had plenty +of means, sort of took life easy. But I've changed my +mind, since I knew Mis' Little. I've been in her service +risin' of five years, and you might as well think of +catching a weasel asleep. It's 'Mariar,' the last thing +at night, and 'Mariar,' the first thing in the morning. +I don't know when she rests, for she never lays +down while I am awake, for fear I shant do just so +much. If them there philysophers, that want to find +out the secret of perpetual motion, and can't, would +come across Mis' Little, they'd own beat. She's just +kept a spinning for the last five years. And Sundays +she's more regular to church than the minister himself, +besides all the weekly meetings, and always gets up +and tells what the Lord's done for her soul. Then the +Doctor he follows, and talks about the gold-paved +streets, and all that, and is sure to bring in a Latin +quotation. After that, he sits down, and goes to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +twirlin' that big jack-knife of his, and I can't help +thinkin', though I know it's wicked, that if he was to +get to heaven as he expects, the very first thing he'd +do, would be to whip out that knife, and go to scrapin' +away to get a little gold dust to put in his pocket; he! +he! he! Don't look so horrified, Miss Graystone. I +suppose, now you think I'm dreadful ungrateful. One +thing I know, they'll palaver you till you'll think they +was two pink and white angels that had slid down a +rainbow, especially to make themselves agreeable to +you; but Maria Mott's no fool, and she knows what +she's a talkin' about every time."</p> + +<p>Dr. Little had one other servant, a simple minded, +ignorant boy by the name of Harvey. He worked for +his board, perfectly convinced that the pious teachings +of the worthy couple were sufficient remuneration for +such light services as were required of him. Harvey +was an humble member of the same church in which +his employer was a shining light, therefore it was his +privilege to listen, with a thankful spirit, to many +precious pearls of wisdom that dropped from their revered +lips. In fact, Harvey was enveloped continually +in the very odor of sanctity, whereby he was greatly +profited. Thus the promptings of his sinful nature were +effectually stifled, and he grew each day, outwardly as +well as spiritually, more ethereal, less "of the earth +earthly."</p> + +<p>Maria Mott was wicked enough to say that it was +because he did not get enough to eat, and to openly +lament the change in the once bright-eyed, round-faced +boy.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +The worthy old Doctor, however, congratulated himself, +and said he was fitting the boy for heaven.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Little used to remain at the tea table to administer +instruction, not, let us hope, as Maria averred, to +watch Harvey so he wouldn't eat so much.</p> + +<p>"Harvey," she asked, on one occasion, "are you not +thankful that the Lord has given you so good a home?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mis' Little, keeps me pretty busy though to +earn it," came hollowly from the depths of a teacup.</p> + +<p>"Mamma," called young Charlie Little, over the +banister, "I want Harvey to do an errand for me. +Will you please give him my order. Here is a bright +new silver piece for him, too."</p> + +<p>"Such extravagance, Charlie!" said his mother, but, +coloring as Clemence passed her, "I want you to be generous +to the poor, my son, I have always striven to inculcate +the lesson of charity conscientiously."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Little <i>was</i> good-hearted and liberal. Clemence +felt sorry for having misjudged her, as she saw a +bright silver piece glitter in her hand the next Sabbath, +as she sat beside her during the weekly collection +of contribution for the missionary fund. Maria was +wrong, and she was sorry she laughed when she spoke +flippantly of Mrs. Little's magnificent gift of a penny +a Sabbath amounting to fifty-two cents annually. She +ought to be more careful to give people the benefit of +the doubt.</p> + +<p>But she thought differently, when she got home and +found Harvey patiently blacking Master Charlie's +boots.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> +"Why, Harvey, you were not at church?" she asked, +in surprise.</p> + +<p>"No, Miss Graystone, they kept me too busy here," +was the reply, in a disheartened tone, "and now Master +Charlie's been off fishin', and got all covered with +dust, I've got to black these boots over again. I +should think he'd be ashamed ordering me round like +a dog, and then walking off without even saying, thank +you. If he would give me a quarter, now and then, I +would not mind, for I never have a penny of my own +for anything, not even to give of a Sunday. But I +don't suppose a poor boy like me, has any right to +have a soul," he added bitterly. "I don't much care, +sometimes, whether I ever go to church again or not."</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't say that, Harvey," said Clemence, in +distressed tones. A new light broke in upon his +mind. She took from her own scanty supply of pocket +money, a twenty-five cent note, crisp and new, and +handed it to him. "I have no bright silver piece for +you, Harvey," she said, "but here is something nearly +as good if you will accept it."</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank you, a thousand times," was the grateful +response, "I will get it changed into pennies for +my missionary offering. I was just wishing for some +money of my own, to take this afternoon to my Sunday +school teacher."</p> + +<p>"Well, I am very glad that I had it to give you," +said Clemence. "Don't despair, Harvey, if your lot +is hard. God sees, and he will surely reward you."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I will try to be patient," said the boy, lifting +his honest face, with the great, tear-filled eyes. "If<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +everybody was only like you, I would be willing to do +anything. But it's only Harvey here, and Harvey +there, and never a pleasant word, only before folks. +It's hard to bear. It did not use to be so before mother +died. To be sure, we were very poor, and I had to +work hard, but mother loved me."</p> + +<p>"Poor boy!" sighed Clemence, turning away, +"every heart knoweth its own sorrow."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + + +<p>For a delicate girl, like Clemence Graystone, this +country school teaching proved very laborious work. +But she bent to it bravely. It was easy to see that +these rude little savages whom she taught, fairly worshipped +her. Children have an innate love of the pure +and good. Perhaps because they are themselves innocent, +until the great, wicked world contaminates them. +At any rate, the bright young creature who came among +them every morning, seemed to them a being from another +sphere, the embodiment of their childish ideas of +purity and beauty, and they had for her somewhat of +that awe that the devotees of the East feel for the gods +they worship.</p> + +<p>She sat before them, with the slant sunlight of a July +day falling on her fair, sweet face.</p> + +<p>"The week is drawing to a close, and you have all +worked faithfully," she said, and taking a snowy manuscript +from the desk, "now you shall have your reward. +Instead of translating a little French story, as +I at first intended, I have written an original one, especially +for you."</p> + +<p>A noisy cheer greeted this announcement.</p> + +<p>"Is it true?" asked several voices.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +"Yes, it is true," she responded, "and if you will +be quiet, I will read it to you." And she began as +follows:</p> + + +<h3>"THE STORY OF ANGEL WAY."</h3> + +<p>"Her name was Angelica, but her little school friends +called her 'Angie,' and those who loved her, 'Angel.' +This last pet term of a fond mother, seemed not ill applied, +when one looked at the serene face, and the +drooping violet eyes, with the prophetic shadow of her +fate in their earnest, haunting depths. Indeed, the +meaning of Angelica, in the flower world, is 'Inspiration,' +and I think Angel's must have come from God. +When you looked at her, she seemed like one set apart +for some special work, like those 'chosen ones' we +love to read of. Truly, as has been so gracefully said, +'to bear, and love and live,' is a woman's patient lot. +Yes, to suffer pain, to bear uncomplainingly through +weary years, a load of grief and shame for others, +though she herself may have sinned not, till at last it +grows too great for her feeble strength, and Death +comes, not as the 'King of Terrors,' but a welcome +messenger, for whose coming the weary woman has +waited and longed, ever since hope died out, and she +knew life held for her nothing but wretchedness and +woe.</p> + +<p>"This little girl, I am going to tell you about, lived +in the very heart of a great city, up dismal flights of +stairs, at the very top of a huge brick building, where +a great many poor people congregated together and +called it home.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +"There were four of them, Mr. and Mrs. Way, and +Angel, and the baby whom they called Mary. There +had been another member of the little family, but God +had taken her, and Grandma Way's placid face was no +longer seen bending over the old family Bible, in the +chimney corner. It was very evident to everybody but +the one who should have been the first to observe a +change, that the hard-working wife and mother would +soon follow her. Toil, and care and sorrow, were surely +wearing out her life, but there were none to pity her but +little Angel, and she was only a child.</p> + +<p>"She was shy and bashful, too, and afraid almost of +her own shadow, but every night she knelt down and +prayed to God to show her how she could be useful to +those she loved. And the time was surely coming +when all her little strength would be tried to the uttermost.</p> + +<p>"One night little Angel was aroused from her sleep +by shrieks, and groans and curses, and the sound of a +heavy blow, and she sprang from her little bed, to find +her mother stretched senseless upon the floor, with the +blood trickling from a wound in her head, and a group +of uncouth, neighboring women gathered about her.</p> + +<p>"'Lord save us!' they ejaculated, 'there's the child, +we'd clean forgot her.'</p> + +<p>"'Mamma, mamma!' wailed the little creature, 'is +she dead?'</p> + +<p>"'There, there, dearie, don't take on so,' said good-natured +Mrs. Maloney. 'It's not dead she is at all. +You see, the father came home, after bein' on a bit of +a spree, with a touch of delirium, and raised a good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +deal of a fuss, and they took him away where he'll have +to behave himself till the whisky gets out of his head.'</p> + +<p>"'There, she's comin' to now, raise her up, Mis' +Macarty, till I give her a little of this to drink. How +do you feel now, poor thing?'</p> + +<p>"'Why, what is it all about? How came I here?' +said Mrs. Way, wildly; then, as her memory returned +to her, she clasped Angel's little figure closely, and +wept convulsively.</p> + +<p>"'Don't take on so!' and, 'Let her alone, I tell you, +it will do her good!' and, 'Do you want the woman to +git the hysterics?' came indiscriminately from the +females bending over her. Then Mrs. Maloney bustled +away to make her a reviving cup of tea, and little +widow Macarty, with her soft voice and pleasant way, +soothed the heart-broken woman.</p> + +<p>"'Never you mind, ma'am, everybody has trouble of +some kind. Remember the children that's left, and +keep your strength to work for them.'</p> + +<p>"'You are good and kind,' moaned the sufferer, 'but +I've nothing to reward your services.'</p> + +<p>"'Can't I do a neighbor a kindness without their +talking about pay? Suppose I should fall sick myself, +maybe I'd have to pay before hand to get a little +help. Your lookin' better a ready. Don't make the +tea too strong, Mrs. Maloney, to excite her, and I think +a bit of dry toast would be just the thing to sort of +tempt her appetite.'</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Way sat up, and a Doctor, who had been sent +for, dressed her wounds, and pronounced her case not +dangerous. 'You need not anticipate any great harm<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +from the blow, madam,' he said, 'but your general health +needs recuperating. Your mind acts on your body, and +you must be kept free from excitement of any kind.'</p> + +<p>"'Free from excitement,' she thought bitterly, after +all was hushed in silence, and she lay weak and faint, +watching the slumbers of the innocent children beside +her. 'My God, pity me!' 'What have I done to +deserve this cruel fate?' She thought of the long, +miserable hours she had passed alone with her helpless +darlings, listening for the unsteady footsteps of him +who had vowed to protect her, and guard her from +life's ills. And this was the end. She wished she could +die, but for the children, what would become of them? +'Free from excitement,' indeed. An unprotected +woman, with two small children, and only one pair of +hands to work with, and these disabled, and food and +fire to get, and a roof to shelter them, to say nothing +of warm comfortable clothing.'</p> + +<p>"'She got up too quick, and worried too much,' +said the Doctor, when he was called again a few weeks +later. 'I can do nothing for her. Where's that wretch +of a husband?'</p> + +<p>"'In the workhouse,' sobbed Mrs. Maloney. 'What +will become of the children when she's dead?'</p> + +<p>"'Have to send them to the Orphan Asylum, I suppose. +Dear me! I never could see what poor people +wanted with so many children, anyway,' and the elegant +Dr. Dash sauntered down the four flights of stairs, +humming a fashionable opera, and speculating how +much that beautiful Miss Osborne really possessed in +her own right.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +"'Indeed, they won't go to the Orphan Asylum,' +said little Mrs. Macarty, 'if I have to work and sustain +them myself. The sweet, pretty darlings! How would +I feel if that was my own Katy, now?'</p> + +<p>"Nobody being able to say just how she would feel +in that emergency, she bustled round, sniffing at imaginary +Orphan Asylums, and nodding her head sagaciously, +saying, 'We will show them a thing or two about Orphan +Asylums, won't we now?'</p> + +<p>"But little Angel had a plan of her own. Away +down in her child's heart there was a sacred memory +of a mother's anxious, tear-stained face, and grandma +trying to comfort her with the message that had been +the solace of her own grief-stricken old age:</p> + +<p>"'Never despair, daughter! Remember, 'whom the +Lord loveth He chasteneth.' I had a heavenly dream +about William, last night, and I feel sure that he'll find +the right way at last. We'll pray for him together, +and surely God will hear us.'</p> + +<p>"'I believe that, Mother Way,' said the wife, eagerly. +'I could not die and leave him to perish. He loves his +children devotedly, and I believe this child (drawing +Angel nearer to her) has been sent by God for his salvation.'</p> + +<p>"'May the Lord bless and strengthen her for the +work,' said grandma in a tremulous voice, laying her +thin hand upon the child's head, and Angel felt from +that moment set apart, consecrated, as it were, by the +last words of that dying saint, for that night, Grandma +Way went to heaven. She remembered it now, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +knew the time had come for her to act her part. Mrs. +Macarty became her sole confidential adviser.</p> + +<p>"'I am twelve years old,' said Angel, 'and baby +Matie is nearly two; I can take care of her, if you will +show me a little now and then, and I am going to try +and get along here till my father comes back again.'</p> + +<p>"'Just hear the little woman, now,' said her listener, +in open-mouthed admiration. 'Sure it would be a tiptop +way to manage, and I'll do my best to help you +through with it.'</p> + +<p>"And this committee of two on ways and means +proved so efficient, that when William Way returned, +sober and downcast, Angel just lifted up little Mary, +as bright and happy as if nothing had ever occurred to +sadden them, and that this very room had not recently +been the scene of a dreadful tragedy, of which the helpless +babes were the only witnesses.</p> + +<p>"'Ain't it wonderful?' said Mrs. Maloney, that same +day; 'Way's got off with just sixty days, and come +back again, and that child putting on the airs of a +woman, a tryin' to keep house for him.'</p> + +<p>"'And I'm sure that's right enough,' said Mrs. +Macarty. 'They could not make it out that he killed +the woman directly, and who cares for poor folks? +She's dead and gone, and that's the end of her. Little +them that makes the laws care! If it was one of them +there rich men on the avenue, or a flaunting theater +actress, or somebody had got jealous of somebody else, +and committed murder, there'd be a fine sensation. +An' there'd be pictures in all the shop windows, of how +he or she looked in all sorts of situations, how they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> +looked when they was a dyin', and how they looked after +they was dead; and what the murderer eat for his supper +the night it all got found out, or whether he did not +eat anything at all; and how many fine ladies had +been to console him, and how many equally fine ministers +had been to pray with him. The newsboys would +be shriekin' 'murder!' at every crossin', and every corner +you turned, it would be 'hev a paper, mum, with the +latest proceedings about the trial?' And to crown all, +you'd come home, half distracted, to find the children +playing with little gallowses, and askin' when pa was +goin' to murder somebody, till you felt chilled to the +very marrow of your bones.'</p> + +<p>'But poor folks, that live in attics, ain't considered +human. I tell you what, though, if Mis' Way had a +seen her children starving, and stole a loaf of bread to +save their lives, there would have been a stir about it, +and a pile of policemen from here to the corner, to +'enforce the law,' and they'd have talked in all the +churches, about the depravity of the poor in these cities, +and then sent another thousand or two to the heathens. +The Lord only knows what the world's a comin' to.'</p> + +<p>'And the Lord only cares, I don't,' said Mrs. +Maloney, flouncing off. The honest truth was, she was +a little jealous of her more intelligent neighbor, (for +human nature is much the same from the garret to the +drawing-room.) Mrs. Macarty needn't think <i>she</i> was +talked down, if she did, now and then, get in a word +that she had picked up out to service, that the rest of +the folks in the block could not understand. One of +the Maloney's, direct from Galway, wasn't to be put<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> +down by any low Irish. She'd go in and see the babies +herself, and patronize them too. So, for spite, she +took a dish of steaming potatoes, and left little Mike +roaring, and went in to have a gossip.</p> + +<p>"'Oh, thank you, Mrs. Maloney,' said Angel, who +was fluttering around, setting the table, 'this will be +so nice for papa—there he comes now.'</p> + +<p>"A footstep sounded without, and the man came in, +looking haggard and wan. 'The dirty villain,' muttered +Mrs. Maloney, shuffling past him; but Angel +came forward, and smoothed the hot temples, and +talked in her pretty, bird-like voice. Two great tears +rolled out from the hollow eyes, and a prayer that God +must have heard, welled up from the depths of a penitent +heart.</p> + +<p>"Three peaceful, happy years rolled away. Angel +was a tall girl of fifteen, and Mary five. They lived +in a little cottage in the outskirts of the town, and +the neighbors envied them their contented lot, and +even strangers paused to admire their pretty home, and +these fair, beautiful children. But sin once more +entered their little Paradise. William Way again +relapsed into dissipation, and 'the state of that man +was worse than before.' The fire died out upon +the hearth stone, and want, with gaunt, wolfish face, +met them wherever they turned. And he, who should +have protected, gave them only blows and curses. +Everything went for drink. Angel tried courageously +to find employment, but her slender wages were rudely +taken from her, and half the time they went cold and +hungry. Little Mary had always been extremely delicate,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +and she sunk under it and died, and was buried +beside her mother. Angel despaired then, and went +on for the future in a kind of maze of bewilderment, +doing that which her hand found to do mechanically. +Only God, who had bereft her, pitied her still, and +helped her to resist temptation when it came to her.</p> + +<p>"As her mother had done before her, Angel dragged +out the weary years, almost hopeless; and the one +object of her toil and solicitude, was only a pitiful +wreck of the former stalwart William Way. Only a +miserable, wretched creature, that grovelled in the mire +of its own degradation, and from whose bosom the last +spark of manhood seemed to have forever fled. To +look upon him, you would ask, 'Can this being have a +soul?'</p> + +<p>"And fifteen more years dragged their weary round, +and Angel was thirty, and a haggard, care-worn +woman. It was a sin and a shame, people said, to +wreck that girl's life, when she had many a chance +where she might have married, and enjoyed the comfort +of having a home of her own. And there were +even those mean enough to deride her for her sacrifice, +and tell her she had no ambition, and call her a fool +for her pains; but she did not mind them.</p> + +<p>"She felt glad that she had not, when, one day, the +Doctor pronounced, over a broken limb that he was +bandaging, that William Way was not long for this +world.</p> + +<p>"'It's wonderful how he has held on so long, at the +dreadful rate he has gone on, but the last few years +have told on him. He can't survive this last shock.'</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +"There was but little time for preparation for a future +world; but Angel had faith, and, even at the eleventh +hour, it met with its reward. When she closed the +dying eyes, she felt that she could trust the penitent +soul to the mercy of Him who created it, and 'who can +make the vilest clean.'</p> + +<p>"For herself, she knew that 'when time shall be no +more,' she should find eternal peace."</p> + +<p>There was a quick, gasping sob, and Clemence +looked up, as she finished, to see a little figure in faded +blue calico, flying frantically down the road.</p> + +<p>"Which of the scholars left?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Only Ruth Lynn," said Maurice Wayne. "<i>Her</i> +father used to drink, and fell in the mill pond about a +year ago, and got drowned. Her mother's sick, too, +and Dr. Little says she can't live, and has give up +goin' to see her any longer, 'cause she can't pay. He's +stingy mean to do it, for he goes twice a day to see +that spiteful old Mrs. March, and I'm sure <i>she</i> can't +live, for ma said yesterday that all her money couldn't +save her. When I grow up, I'm going to be a doctor, +and I'll look after every poor person twice as good as +I will a rich one. That's what I'll do."</p> + +<p>"I did not know before that Ruth's mother was so +very ill," said Clemence. "I must go and see her."</p> + +<p>She forgot it again, though, until about a week after, +when the roll was called, and she marked again "absent" +after Ruth's name, as she had already done several +times before.</p> + +<p>"She can't come any more," said Maurice, "her mother's +worse, and they say she won't live much longer."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +Clemence felt conscience-stricken at having forgotten +her, and set out for the little one-roomed cabin directly +after school was dismissed.</p> + +<p>She found the direst poverty and wretchedness. A +dark-haired, strong-featured woman lay on a couch +under a window, where there was scarcely a whole pane +of glass, and which was stuffed full of rags to keep +out the draught. A stove, at which a frowsy neighbor +was cooking some fat slices of pork, for the sick +woman, filled the apartment with stifling heat and +greasy odors.</p> + +<p>"There's the schoolma'am," she heard in a loud +whisper, as she paused for a moment upon the threshold. +The invalid tried to raise herself, and gave a +look of dismay at the squalid scene. Poor Mrs. Lynn +had been a noted housekeeper, in her days of prosperity, +and even at her greatest need, nobody could ever +call her neglectful, either of her house or little Ruth, +who, though always poorly clad, looked clean and +wholesome. Clemence read the whole at a glance.</p> + +<p>"Do not apologise," she interrupted, as the strange +neighbor poured out a profusion of deprecatory exclamations, +"I heard that Mrs. Lynn was ill, and came over +to see if I could not assist in some way. Don't allow me +to disturb you, madam. How does she feel now?"</p> + +<p>"Well, pretty poorly; ain't it so, Mrs. Lynn? +Don't you feel as though your time was short here below? +School-ma'am's been askin."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I'm most gone," was the feeble response, "and +I should rejoice to be freed from my troubles, only for +the child. I don't have faith to see just how it's a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +goin to work for the best, for there will be none to +comfort little Ruth after I'm gone."</p> + +<p>"Well, you must just trust in the Lord. That's +what the minister told you, and he knows, for he's had +a good chance to try it, preachin' all the time without +half enough pay, and a donation now and then. Any +way, it will be all the same a hundred years hence. +There's the vittals I've been gettin ready, and now this +young woman's come to sit by you, I'll run home and +look after Tommy. Expect he's in the cistern by this +time. If you want me, you can send Ruth, you know. +Good night."</p> + +<p>"Good night, and thank you, Mrs. Deane," said the +widow, and then turned again to Clemence, "They +told me you was pretty, Miss," she said, gazing with +pleasure at the pure, sweet face. "My Ruth just +loved you from the first. You don't know how grateful +I have felt towards you for being kind to the little +fatherless creature."</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't thank me, indeed," said Clemence, "you +would not, if you only knew how I have been reproaching +myself for not coming before. Tell me something +I can do for you."</p> + +<p>"There is not much more for me in this world," was +the reply; "but I feel burdened with care about the +child. I suppose you can't understand a mother's +feelings, young lady, and it is weak in me to give up +so, but I can't die and leave my little helpless girl +alone in the world. Oh, if I could only take her with +me?"</p> + +<p>"I see how you are situated," said Clemence, "you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +need a friend to help you. Have you no relatives to +look to?"</p> + +<p>"No one in the whole, wide world. Little Ruth and +me are alone. You must have heard how her father +died. My poor, misguided husband! He might have +surrounded us with plenty, but evil companions dragged +him on to a dreadful end. He was an only son. His +parents died, and left him with a few hundred dollars. +I had always hired out before I was married, for I had +no one to look to, as I was an orphan. I had, however, +saved quite a little sum out of my wages, and +this, with what James had, gave us quite a fair start +in life. But he took to drink, and that was the last of +our happiness. I have buried five children, and this +girl is the only one left. Would that God had taken +her, too."</p> + +<p>"How you must have suffered," said her young listener, +down whose face sympathetic tears had been +streaming, during the woman's pathetic recital. "It +cannot be that you will be left to despair in your dying +hour. Try and hope for the best, and be resigned to +what may be in store for you, remembering it is His +will."</p> + +<p>"I do try," said the woman, meekly; "and you, will +you pray for me?"</p> + +<p>"Gladly, if you wish," said Clemence, sinking down +beside the couch.</p> + +<p>"There, I feel stronger now," said the invalid. "You +must surely have been sent by God to comfort me."</p> + +<p>Clemence's face was radiant with a light that told +whence came her pure joy. She glided around softly,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +preparing a tempting supper out of the delicacies she +had brought to the sick woman. Then she drew a +chair again beside her, preparatory to a night of +watching.</p> + +<p>The woman fell into an uneasy slumber, and the +hours waned, as the girl kept faithful "watch and +ward." With the early morning light came a change.</p> + +<p>"Ruth, run for the neighbors," said Clemence, in +frightened tones. "Your mother is worse," and the +half-dressed child fled out of the house, crying bitterly.</p> + +<p>"Ruth, Ruth!" called the sufferer, "my poor darling."</p> + +<p>Clemence came to her side, "I sent her after Mrs +Deane," she said, soothingly, "she will be back in a +few moments."</p> + +<p>"It will be too late. I am going—oh, Father, forgive +me? I cannot die in peace—my little Ruth, my +little, helpless, confiding daughter, child of my love, I +cannot leave her."</p> + +<p>The great, hollow eyes fastened themselves imploringly +on her face. The young watcher felt as if +the minutes were hours. She listened for the footsteps +that came not. The woman's breath came quick +in little gasps. She tried to speak, turned on her pillow +and uttered a feeble word of anguish. Her eyes +again sought the face of the young watcher, and she +strove again to syllable incoherent questions. Clemence +came nearer and bent over her, asking in earnest, +agitated tones,</p> + +<p>"Will you trust your child with me? She shall be +my own, own sister, and I will work for her, and love +her, and watch over her, while life lasts?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +A faint pressure of the cold hand, and a look of +heavenly peace in the dying eyes, was her only +reply.</p> + +<p>"She is gone!" said Clemence, as Mrs. Deane appeared +in the doorway, "Come to me Ruth, you have +lost your mother, but you have found a sister," and +she clasped the sobbing little one to her arms.</p> + +<p>"Well, if that don't beat all," said Mrs. Wynn. +"Whoever heard of such goin's on? What is the girl +goin' to do with that beggar-child, I'd like to know? +A lone female, too, with no one to protect her, and +nothing but one pair of hands. She's spoilt her market +by that move. There ain't a young feller in Waveland +got courage enough to make up to her now, for +all that pretty face; nobody wants to take a young'un +that don't belong to 'em, on their hands to support. +She's clean crazy to do it.</p> + +<p>"Rose, you'll have to finish the dishes and clean up, +if it <i>is</i> Saturday, for I'm a goin' round to Miss Pryor's. +I can't keep that to myself over Sunday, not if a whole +passel of ministers was to come here to dinner, and I +love my reputation for neatness, entirely."</p> + +<p>It was a fearful responsibility, but now that she had +taken it, or rather had it forced upon her by fate, Clemence +felt thankful that she was thought worthy of the +charge. She began to love the little, helpless creature, +who looked to her now for every good. She took pleasure +in combing the soft, brown hair, that had, hitherto, +been twisted into an awkward knot, into pretty, graceful +curls, and it would be hard to believe that the little, +slender, sable-clad child, with the serious, brown<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +eyes, that always followed Clemence with looks of love +in their yearning, amber depths, could possibly be the +same wild, sly, little Ruth Lynn, whom we first knew.</p> + +<p>Notwithstanding Mrs. Wynn's adverse prediction, +Clemence's "strange freak," as they called it in the +little village, was not condemned by every one. There +were a few liberal-minded ones, who saw at once how +the case stood, and resolved to uphold the girl in her +course, though they feared for the future, in which +there was the possibility of failure. And, much to +Clemence's astonishment, the gallant Philemon W. +Strain, editor, came out with a glowing account of the +whole affair in the next issue of the Clarion, in a three +column article, headed "Ruth, the Village Child," complimenting +the young schoolmistress in such high-flown +terms, that a rival editor, who read it, thought that she +must be of a literary turn, and wrote to her to solicit +contributions to his paper, and another authority in +a neighboring village, wanted to write her life, and +was only pacified by being allowed to dedicate a poem +to our young heroine, which, happily for her nerves, was +never published, for being sent by the ambitious strippling +to a popular magazine, was only heard of again +under the head of "respectfully declined," accompanied +by some severe and cutting remarks, to the +effect that the writer had better look to his grammar +and orthography, which uncalled for sarcasm, cruelly, +but effectually extinguished what might, perhaps, have +been a light, that, in the future, might had illumined +the world with its effulgent rays.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + + +<p>Sabbath in the country. Who, that has ever enjoyed +its serene beauty, can ever again long for the unhallowed +day, that, in the city, is seemingly more for the +recreation of the masses of working people, than for +the worship of God. Clemence, leading by the hand +little Ruth, thought she had never seen anything so +beautiful and peaceful as the scene. Nature seemed +in an attitude of devotion, and quaintly dressed little +children, with their testaments and Sabbath school +books, and silver-haired patriarchs and patient women, +with sturdy young men, and fair, blooming girls, were +all hastening, in little groups, to the place of prayer +and praise.</p> + +<p>Clemence paused, for there was yet time before the +service, and drew Ruth with her, through the gate that +led into the cemetery. The child shivered and shrank +back, and Clemence let her have her way. She went +on alone, to a distant part of the graveyard, where +there was a mound of fresh earth, that covered all +there was now of Ruth's loving mother.</p> + +<p>"Poor, heart-broken woman," she thought, sorrowfully, +"she has found rest now."</p> + +<p>She bent down and made, with a pocket-knife, an +incision in the fresh earth, and placed therein the long<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +stems of a delicate boquet, which she had brought for +the purpose. When she arose, bright, crystal drops +sparkled upon the velvet petals, and her eyes were still +shining with tears.</p> + +<p>"God help me to be faithful to that mother's sacred +trust," she murmured, as she walked away.</p> + +<p>Ruth's slight figure had lingered behind a marble +slab, at a little distance, and when she was gone, the +child rushed impetuously forward, and, with one bitter, +wailing cry, threw herself upon her mother's grave.</p> + +<p>Clemence wandered aimlessly down the shady walks, +crushing the long, rank weeds, and the occasional wild +flowers beneath her feet, and at last sank down at the +foot of a willow, whose long, drooping branches trailed +nearly to the mossy sward beneath. She buried her +head in her hands, and her thoughts went back +over the past. The retrospection was inexpressibly +wonderful.</p> + +<p>"This is wrong," she thought, trying to shake off +the sadness that oppressed her; "it will not help me +to bear my burden farther. There is now, by a strange +fate, another, still more weak and helpless than I, who +is dependant upon my efforts, and I must not yield to +sorrow." But the tears came again, as the thought +that even this child, who, but for her, would be utterly +forlorn and friendless, had to-day the privilege that +was denied her, kneeling at the grave of one she loved. +How peaceful looked this silent home of the dead! +"They rest from their labors," she mused, "and pleased +God, in His own good time, I, too, shall be at peace."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +It was strange, in one so young; but, Clemence +Graystone never spoke or acted as though she had a +long lifetime of usefulness or enjoyment before her. +A feeling, that amounted almost to presentiment, told +her that she had not long to wait for the morning that +dawneth only upon eternity; and she thought she was +content to work and wait until the summons came. It +might have been, in part, owing to the morbid state into +which she had fallen, after the death of her parents, +and these subsequent severe and long-continued trials +of her strength, which was by no means great, but it +was only in part. If there are some of the great heroes +upon life's battle-field, who have had the future +faintly foreshadowed to them, just as truly this shrinking, +sensitive girl knew that, whatever might come to +her now, whether of pleasure or pain, she should be +upheld and borne through it, and that a crown, "more +to be chosen" than the laurel wreath of a changeful +and fickle world, would be her sweet reward; even that +"crown of glory, which fadeth not away." She knelt +down where she had been sitting, and asked God to give +her patience and humility for what might come, then +walked on comforted, to find Ruth. The child was +waiting for her, and as she came along, slid her little +hand confidingly into hers. Clemence saw that she had +been crying, for the great brown eyes were humid, and +tears still glittered on the silken lashes. She stooped +and kissed her, but forbore to speak, and together they +went into the meeting house. The congregation were +already assembled, and were singing the beautiful +hymn which will never grow old or forgotten, commencing,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +"My faith looks up to thee!" Clemence +seated herself, and bowed her head, and the sweet +words went down into the sacred recesses of her spirit. +An admirable author has remarked, "there are moments +when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is +on its knees." And, although Clemence's lips syllabled +no words, her thoughts were those of the most exalted +devotion. She seemed wrapped about in a spell of +dreamy silence, and the words of the sermon came +faintly to an ear that was all unheeding. When it was +over, and they rose to sing the last hymn, she sat +abstractedly, "among them, but not of them." It +needed the pressure of Ruth's light hand to rouse her, +and she stood up for the benediction. After it was +pronounced, she became conscious, for the first time, +that they had been the centre of observation. A little +group immediately collected around them, and there +was no end to the staring of those who stood aloof. +Clemence recollected then, that this was her first appearance +with Ruth in her new relationship. She felt +a slight embarrassment, as so many eyes regarded her +curiously and rudely, but answered pleasantly the +many inquiries that were successively made of her.</p> + +<p>"Just look at the child!" said Mrs. Wynn, "who +would have thought that forlorn little thing could appear +so nice and scrumptious. Let me see. Is that silk +tissue that dress is made of? Extravagant!"</p> + +<p>"Why, so it is!" echoed a chorus of voices.</p> + +<p>"Miss Graystone, I did not expect that a person +occupying your elevated position in this community, +would set such a ruinous example. A teacher of youth<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> +should look to the cultivation of the mind, not to the +outward adorning of the person." Mrs. Dr. Little +sailed away from the little group in as dignified a manner +as a lady of nearly two hundred avoirdupois could +be expected to do, as she threw in this remark.</p> + +<p>There was a momentary silence, broken by the irrepressible +Mrs. Wynn. "What is that, a locket?" she +asked, with a little scream of surprise. "Is it real gold? +Let me see it, child!" She grasped it from the neck +of the frightened little one. "Oh, its yours," she said +in a disappointed tone. She had evidently expected +some other face than the one that looked smilingly up; +the very counterpart of the girl who stood before her, +regarding her with a bewildered look. "Sinful!" she +ejaculated, "as well as extravagant, to put such ideas +into that young one's head. She'll have a watch next, +and a new silk dress. I fear for the morals of this village. +Miss Graystone, I expected better things of you. +I feel it my duty to warn you solemnly, that if you go +on in this way, you may lose your position and the confidence +of the <i>respectable</i> portion of this community."</p> + +<p>There was such a strong emphasis on the word "respectable," +that Clemence's face flushed with indignant +astonishment.</p> + +<p>"At least, madam," she said, in a tone of dignified +reproof, "I have sufficient sense of propriety to remember +that this is no place in which to discuss such +subjects. I have not forgotten to respect the Sabbath. +Come dear," more gently to Ruth.</p> + +<p>"Whew!" said Mrs. Wynn, looking after her in blank +amazement; "If I ain't teetotally constonished, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +clean put out, like a tallow dip under an extinguisher, +by my fine young schoolmistress. You heard that, I +suppose, Betsey Pryor?"</p> + +<p>"Oh! of course I heard it," said that piece of antiquity, +with a spiteful laugh, "and I hope now you are +beginning to see through your model young lady. +Didn't I tell you there was something behind that +innocent face? 'Still water runs deep.' I knew she +was a cute one. I ain't lived to for—to my age, if I +ain't the oldest person in the world, and not know +something of human nature. I pity your want of penetration, +Mrs. Wynn. Massy! just look through that +window!"</p> + +<p>There was a general rush to that side of the room +indicated by Miss Pryor, and they were rewarded for +the effort with a fresh theme for gossip.</p> + +<p>"Good gracious, Rose, look!" almost shrieked Mrs. +Wynn, "there they go with Mr. Strain. Ain't that +style now? Come away, Rose, with me, this minute. +My conscience won't allow me to pass over this chance. +There is yet time to warn Clemence Graystone, and +turn her from the path of destruction. I am a virtuous +matron, and I must use what influence I possess to save +others from evil communications. I will even forgive +that girl for the indignity offered to me this day, in +public, if it is necessary to save her from misery. +Her heart must be melted by Christian love and forbearance. +Hasten, Rose, and we will overtake them."</p> + +<p>Wholly intent upon her pious mission, Mrs. Wynn +did not feel any disagreeable effects from the vertical +rays of the blazing noonday sun, but ran down the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +road after the little group, who moved on, leisurely and +unconscious, a few rods before them.</p> + +<p>"Wait, Miss Graystone," she gasped, "I want to +speak to you. Why, Mr. Strain, excuse my interrupting +you, but I want to speak a word to this dear child. +Rose, walk on with Mr. Strain, I don't wish my remarks +to be overheard."</p> + +<p>The gentleman paused a moment in a state of uncertainty, +eyed the blooming Miss Rose Wynn, whose five +feet five of feminine humanity, clad in bright red delaine, +quite overshadowed the delicate figure beside him. +But he obeyed the elder woman's command meekly, +nevertheless, and went forward, asking in a pompous +tone:</p> + +<p>"Is your paternal benefactor indisposed, Miss Wynn? +I did not have the pleasure of beholding that respected +personage at our morning service."</p> + +<p>"Who?" queried his fair companion. "Oh, if you +mean pa, he's laid up on account of takin' cold in the +hay field. 'Taint goin' to amount to much though. +Let's hurry up, ma's motioning me to go faster."</p> + +<p>They walked on, and Mrs. Wynn, eying their retreating +figures with supreme satisfaction, turned and smiled +blandly upon Clemence.</p> + +<p>"Now, I've got a little breath," she articulated, still +with considerable difficulty, "I want to ask you what +on earth made you fly out with your best friend. I +didn't mean anything, only for your own good."</p> + +<p>"I believe you, Mrs. Wynn," said her young listener, +generously. "I will admit having experienced a +momentary feeling of displeasure at your words, but I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> +have conquered it, and should have forgotten it, I am +sure, without this explanation. I am afraid it is I who +ought to apologise for having forgotten the respect due +to age."</p> + +<p>"There, now, don't," said Mrs. Wynn, now really +in earnest. "It <i>was</i> mean in me, to say that before +them all, and I'm sorry for it, for it shows the right +spirit in you to try and defend the little creature. You +have shamed us all out by the way you have acted, and +if ever you want any help with the child, come to +Mother Wynn, and see if she won't be as good as her +word, and show you the way out of your difficulties."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, my good, kind friend," said Clemence, +grasping the hand held out to her, impulsively. "I +am afraid that I am not equal to the responsibility that +I have taken upon myself in the care of this child, but +I shall do my very best."</p> + +<p>"And angels can't do nothin' more," said Mrs. Wynn. +"You're made of the right stuff, child, and I'm glad +we had this little fallin' out, we had such a good makin' +up time. I like you all the better. I wish Betsy Pryor +hadn't been there to see it, though—never mind, I'll +make her pay dearly for the satisfaction she enjoyed +over it. I'll be your fast friend from this time forward, +and I ain't one of the kind to say a thing that I don't +mean."</p> + +<p>"What a good-hearted, motherly woman," thought +Clemence, after they parted. "I am sure she meant +well all the time." And perhaps it was but natural +that Mrs. Wynn should put Rose forward, and make +her happiness a thing to be considered above everything<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +and everybody else. Other mothers have done +the same, and thought their Clementinas and Matildas +the dearest girls in the world, and hated everybody +cordially, who did not see them with their own partial +eyes, and value them accordingly. People are not so +very different from the highest to the lowest, and nearly +all view the world from one stand-point, and plan +and speculate as to how they can best make it subservient +to their own interest. Mrs. Wynn, if no better, +was at least as good as the majority of her sex.</p> + +<p>That evening Clemence went down to the boarding +place which was next in order, and which was the residence +of a family by the name of Brier. The night +was glorious. The moon rode proudly through the +heavens, and the stars glittered brightly upon the deep +azure of the evening sky. The trees cast dusky shadows +across her pathway, as she walked onward, and far +away to the right of her, stretched a dark forest, +shrouded in impenetrable gloom and silence. All was +calm repose. Sweet odors floated to her, borne on the +evening breeze, while afar off came the musical plash +of falling waters, and the murmuring leaves bent to +whisper a benediction. Charmed by the calm beauty +of the hour, she did not observe that any one was near +her, until a carefully modulated voice fell on her ear:</p> + +<p>"We meet again, my fair young friend, by a most +fortunate train of circumstances. What, may I ask, +was the subject of your contemplations, when I disturbed +you? Judging by the sweet tranquillity of +your countenance, your thoughts were of the most +pleasing description."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +Clemence recognized the well-known tones at once, +even before she turned to glance at the new comer.</p> + +<p>"Why, good evening, Mr. Strain," she said, trying +to conceal that she had been at all startled by his vicinity, +and feeling somewhat re-assured, upon recognizing +the village editor. "I was not aware of your close +proximity. I was admiring this lovely evening. Is it +not really beautiful?"</p> + +<p>"Beautiful!" exclaimed the gentleman, rapturously, +"it is more than that, it is gorgeous beyond description!" +continuing in a newspaper advertisement way, +with some more remarks of a similar nature. "May I +ask, Miss Graystone, if you were walking for the purpose +of calm enjoyment and meditation, or whether +you had any decided object in thus going out unattended?"</p> + +<p>"I had an object," replied Clemence, "I am going +to Mrs. Brier's. I thought I would go this evening, +because it was so pleasant, and in order to be ready for +my duties in the morning."</p> + +<p>"Ah, yes! the Brier's are good, worthy souls, I believe, +although I cannot say that they are particularly +known to me. You must have observed, by this time, +that I pride myself somewhat on my penetration and +keen insight into the character of those with whom the +extensive business of my office throws me often in contact. +Yes, you must have discovered, by this time, that +I am a superior judge of human nature, by the perusal +of the spicy editorials which have made the Waveland +Clarion widely known and feared, as well as respected. +As one of the admirers of my peculiar genius remarked,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +to the confusion of another of the editorial fraternity, +it takes Philemon W. Strain to hit off the follies and +weaknesses of mankind with his humorous pen. But +if it is often his duty to condemn, it is sometimes, also, +his privilege to admire, as you cannot have failed to +notice within the past few weeks."</p> + +<p>Clemence acknowledged the implied compliment, and +hastened to change the subject. She was glad to behold, +in the distance, the lights gleaming from the Brier +cottage, and hurried forward, the sooner to be rid of +her not altogether welcome company. Mrs. Brier +chanced to be standing in the front door, as they came +up.</p> + +<p>"Good evening, Miss Graystone," she said. "Why, +Mr. Strain," in a tone of affected surprise, "who would +have thought of seeing <i>you</i>. Come right in, both of you."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said the gentleman, confusedly. "I +believe I will walk on, as I have an engagement for +this evening." Raising his hat to the ladies, he strode +away with a majestic tread. Clemence breathed a sigh +of relief, as she followed the spare figure of her hostess +into the house.</p> + +<p>"You must be tired," said that lady, "sit in the +rocking chair and rest yourself. Johnny," to a pale, +sharp featured child, "come and bid the schoolmistress +good evening."</p> + +<p>The child came shyly up to the young teacher, and, +as she held out her hand, seemed re-assured by her +kindly smile.</p> + +<p>"I suppose you know it ain't none of ourn," said +Mrs. Brier, "its only a boy we took to bring up. Nobody<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +knows who his parents be. Brier got him at the +foundling hospital when he went to sell his wheat to +the city. He wasn't but two years old then, but +he's ten now, and a great, big, lazy, idle, good-for-nothing +boy, that'll never begin to pay for his keepin'. +I never wanted the young 'un around, but Brier said +he'd come handy by-and-by, and save a man's wages; so +as we never had any of our own, we thought we'd keep +him. Children are an awful sight of trouble. This one +has been such a trial. He has got such a terrible temper, +and I have hard work to keep him in his place, +but I do it, I can tell you," she added, glaring spitefully +at the little cowering creature.</p> + +<p>"Why, he don't look like a very naughty boy," said +Clemence. "I think Johnny is one of the best behaved +boys in school. He is so quiet that I hardly know he +is there, except when he is reading his lessons, and +those he always has well learned. He very seldom fails +with a recitation."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm glad to hear anybody speak well of you," +said Mrs. Brier to him again. "I hope she'll be able +to make something of you. Guess you'll show the +cloven foot, though, before long."</p> + +<p>The child, who had been regarding Clemence with a +beaming, grateful glance, turned, as the woman concluded +these remarks, with a sigh so deep and mournful +that Clemence's heart throbbed with sympathetic pain.</p> + +<p>"We are none of us perfect," she said, gently, "we +can only try to do right, and ask God to bless our endeavors. +It requires a good deal of patience with little +ones, and a firm and gentle hand to guide them."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> +"I ain't sure about the gentle, but I'm firm and determined +enough. I mean to be feared, if I ain't loved. +I don't care anything about such nonsense as winning +a child's affections. He's none of mine, and I'm glad +of it. He won't expect to be pampered and spoiled +like the other children around here. And let me tell +you, you had better profit by my example, in respect +to that girl of Lynn's. It was a mighty foolish thing, +burdening yourself down with the care of that child. +You're poor, I take it, or you wouldn't be teachin' +school here, and you say you're an orphan. What +would become of you if you was to fall sick?"</p> + +<p>"I should still trust in God," said Clemence, "and +I believe He would open a way for me. I have only +done what I thought to be my duty in the matter, and +I have faith that I shall be fully sustained."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you know best of course, but people will have +their say, and there has been a good deal of talk lately, +and rather to your disadvantage. 'Taint been looked +upon in a favorable light here, taking a poor nobody's +child, and dressing her up to make her feel her importance +over her betters. I'm afraid you'll yet be sorry +that you ever undertook to provide for her."</p> + +<p>"God forbid," said Clemence earnestly. "I should +despise myself for even once harboring such an unworthy +thought. Whatever the future may have in +store for me, whether for weal or woe, this child shares +it, for there is no one else to give a thought or prayer +for my happiness. This event, which my friends have +looked upon as a calamity, has already proved a blessing, +and has opened for me a new source of innocent +pleasure."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +"Well, now you <i>are</i> visionary," said her companion. +"Mrs. Wynn said so, and she gets things generally +pretty near right. Guess you'll learn to be a little +more practical before you get through with this life. +The world ain't made for folks to dream away their +time in, for there's work to be done, and you know that +them that don't work shan't eat. Food and shelter +and good, warm clothing, to say nothin' of fine lady +fixins, don't come for a song, I can tell you."</p> + +<p>"I know it," said Clemence, drearily, her thoughts +going back to the great city, where she had lived and +struggled for one who was no more. "If I am given +to dreams," she mused, "they are not of a sanguine +nature. There are weary months of toil and discouragements, +and many failures before me, for the 'end is +not yet.' As another has remarked, 'a wide, rich +heaven hangs above you, but it hangs very high. A +wide, rough world is around you, and it lies very low.'"</p> + +<p>A tear trickled down the girl's cheek, and fell upon +her black dress. A little figure stole up, and knelt +beside her, and a timid voice said, "Don't cry, please, +Johnny's sorry for you." Clemence raised the little form.</p> + +<p>"Poor child," she said, "you are early accustomed +to sorrow." She parted the hair from off his forehead, +with a mother touch, and noted the intelligence and +sympathy in the great, thoughtful eyes. "You are a +good boy, dear, let me see if I have not got something +to please you." She put her hand in her pocket, and +drew out a tiny Bible, and wrote therein, before handing +it to him, these words in pencil—"John Brier, a +gift from his Teacher."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +"There, Johnny," she said, "keep that always, and +promise me to read it every day, and try to follow its +instructions, for, if you act in accordance with its precepts, +you will have that peace and happiness that comes +from a consciousness of having performed our duty."</p> + +<p>She leaned forward and rested her head upon her +hand after a way she had when troubled. Mrs. Brier's +uncalled for remarks had disturbed her. Why should +people say unkind things of her, when she was trying +so hard to do right. Surely, there could be no wrong +in the act of comforting a dying woman with the promise +that her only child should be cared for and protected. +She had not been eager to take upon herself +this burden, but there was no one else, and it seemed +almost as if God had intended her for the emergency. +There was but one thing left, to struggle on as hopefully +as possible, and live down these adverse circumstances.</p> + +<p>"Your room's ready, Miss." said her hostess coming +back, suddenly, and only too glad of the opportunity, +Clemence bid her good night, and retired immediately.</p> + +<p>"Johnny!" called the sharp voice of Mrs. Brier, at +the early morning light, "up with you, I tell you. Do +you hear? For every minute you keep me, you'll get +an extra crack!" and, true to her word, there was presently +a grieved cry from the child, upon whose slender +shoulders at least a dozen blows were showered in rapid +succession.</p> + +<p>An hour after, when Clemence went down to breakfast, +Johnny came in from the woodshed, with traces +of tears on his face.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> +"What's the matter with the young'un?" asked Mr. +Brier, as they took their places at the table. He +seemed to have a little more self-control than his amiable +spouse, and to be annoyed at such exhibitions +before a stranger.</p> + +<p>"The same old thing over again," was the reply, "he +wouldn't get up in time to start the fire, and I took +him in hand, and I'll do it again, if he don't get out of +the sulks."</p> + +<p>"Why, I guess he means to behave," said Mr. Brier, +deprecatingly, "it's natural for boys to be lazy, you +know."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll take the laziness out of him. What do +you suppose he was made for, if it was not to work? +As if he was goin' to be took care of, and have me +delve away all of my life, washin' and makin' over clothes +for him, and he not work and pay for it. There's the +cow to milk, and take to pasture, the garden to weed, +and wood to prepare, besides the other errands, and +how's it all to be done, if you make a fine gentleman +of him. It's askin' enough to send him to school, +without keepin' him in idleness. He was brought here +to work, and I intend to see that he does it."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you eat your breakfast, Johnny?" asked +her husband.</p> + +<p>"Because, I can't," replied the child, tears filling +his eyes. "I'm not hungry."</p> + +<p>"But I should think any little boy ought to be, that's +been out in this delightful morning air. Eat your +breakfast before you go to school."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +"Yes," chimed in Mrs. Brier, "don't leave anything +on your plate, or I shall keep it for your dinner. I +never allow anything to be wasted in this house. Here, +take these nice, warmed potatoes, and don't let me see +you putting on any more airs."</p> + +<p>"I can't," persisted Johnny, "they are sour."</p> + +<p>"Don't tell me that," was the next remark, in warning +accents. "I'm as good a judge as you are, I +reckon. I say they ain't sour. Be they, Miss Graystone?"</p> + +<p>If she had expected an affirmative reply to this question, +she was doomed to disappointment. Disgusted +with such paltry meanness, Clemence, who had pushed +her plate away, unable to partake of the stale food, +replied quietly, "I should say they were decidedly sour."</p> + +<p>There was a moment's disagreeable silence, during +which Mr. and Mrs. Brier exchanged meaning glances +across the table. Then he hastened to say, "Of +course, then, they must be, though I never detected +it. Wife, how came you to put them on the table? I +should think twenty bushels ought to last a family of +three persons quite a while, especially with all the new +ones we have had."</p> + +<p>"Of course," she answered snappishly, "I didn't +know it, or I wouldn't have used them. Thank goodness! +though, I ain't so dainty as some I could mention. +If there's anything I despise, it's a person that's +so poor they can't but just exist, putting on style over +folks that can buy and sell them."</p> + +<p>"Just hear that, now," said Mr. Brier, in a conciliatory +tone, "you've got a sharp tongue in your head,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +Marthy; you don't let anybody put you in your place, +and keep you there easy, without they get a piece of +your mind. For my part, I like to see a woman +independent."</p> + +<p>"It don't matter much to me, Brier, what you do +like and what you don't," said his lady, with a toss of +her head, "I'm boss of my own house, and no man +shall dictate to me, not if I know it. You needn't +sneak, like any miserable cur, nor put on that smirk +to cover up your own acts, though I ain't afraid but +what I can come out ahead, and fight my own battles, +if you do show the white feather. Where would you +be to-day, I'd like to know, if I'd let you gone on with +that overgrown tribe of your'n? You know you'd +never been worth a cent durin' the whole of your natural +life!"</p> + +<p>"You're right there, Marthy," he answered again, +meekly enough.</p> + +<p>"Do you know, Miss Graystone, that I'd never had +this two thousand dollars, that I've managed to scrape +together, if that smart, managing woman of mine hadn't +scrimped and saved beyond everything you ever saw. +'Taint every man that's got a treasure like mine, I can +tell you."</p> + +<p>And truly they had not, for it does not often fall to the +lot of mortal man to find in one little, insignificant +figure, dwarfish alike in soul and body, such a compound +of selfishness, duplicity, meanness, and vulgarity, as +was centered in the object of that gentleman's affection.</p> + +<p>Of the many conjugal scenes to which Clemence +was an unwilling witness, varying from light skirmishes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> +over the breakfast-table, to hysterics and a doctor, +with the neighbors called in, in the evening, it +would be impossible to speak at length. It has been +affirmed, that, in time, one will get accustomed to anything, +and Clemence had attained to such a proficiency +in maintaining a non-committal air, that these little +diversions would not have disturbed her equanimity, as +she solaced herself with the reflection that, "after a +storm comes a calm," but for the fact that this belligerent +couple had an unhappy faculty of making up +their differences at the expense of a third party, and +it became her unhappy fate, as the last new comer, to +stand in the place Johnny had formerly been devoted +to, as the unfortunate third. Happily, however, for +her nerves, her stay was short with these inhospitable +entertainers.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going when you leave here, Miss +Graystone," asked Mrs. Brier, on the last morning of +her stay.</p> + +<p>"To Mrs. Hardyng's," said Clemence, with a sigh +of relief.</p> + +<p>"Possible!" was the exclamation, "seems to me +your one of the favored ones. No other teacher ever +went there before. She don't patronize the school, and +keeps herself to herself pretty much. I hear she's +took quite a notion to you. Is it true?"</p> + +<p>"I believe we are very good friends," said Clemence.</p> + +<p>"Do you know anything about her," was the next +query. "Strikes me, I'd want to find out who I'd struck +up an intimacy with, if I was in your place, and if you +have learned anything about that singular woman, your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +smarter than the whole town of Waveland put together. +It looks suspicious to me to see anybody so close +mouthed about their affairs; looks as if they wouldn't +stand investigation, and they're afraid to let 'em see daylight. +I like things all fair and above-board, myself.</p> + +<p>"Brier, come to breakfast. It's getting stone-cold. +Never mind that young'un, he's gone to take the cow +to pasture, and I can give him a piece when he comes +back."</p> + +<p>Obedient to the summons, the gentleman in question +laid down a damp copy of the Weekly Clarion, and +seated himself at the table. After glibly repeating a +few words, of which Clemence could only distinguish +"food spread before us," and "duly thankful," he asked, +pausing and balancing a saucer of coffee with great +dexterity on the palm of his right hand,</p> + +<p>"Did you read that criticism on the lady lecturer? +I tell you, that same Philemon W. Strain has a peculiar +genius for that sort of an article."</p> + +<p>"What did you say, Brier?" asked his better half, +glancing at Clemence, as if she was the offending +party, "you don't mean that a woman's got brass +enough to mount a rostrum and harangue an audience?"</p> + +<p>"You've just said the very thing now, Marthy. I +knew you would be down on that sort of business. +Nothing masculine about you, thank goodness! I've +often felt thankful that I was spared the infliction of a +strong-minded woman. That's one thing I <i>couldn't</i> +stand."</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess we are agreed on that subject," said +the lady, bridling at the compliment, and allowing her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +thin lips to relax into the faintest possible shadow of +a smile, "for if there's one thing I absolutely abhor, it's +these so-called intellectual women. To my mind, a +woman that pushes her way along to a profession, or +aspires to address the public, either through the medium +of the pen, or on the rostrum, ought to be banished +from good society, and frowned upon by all respectable +married women. It's disgraceful, outrageous, scandalous!" +and, as she uttered, vehemently, these ejaculations, +the greenish gray eyes flashed upon Clemence a look +so malicious and spiteful, as to have a totally opposite +effect from what it was intended, for she returned it +with one of quiet amusement, and burst out laughing. +She saw at once that the conversation had been introduced +solely for her own benefit, and wondered how +they should surmise that she could possibly be interested +in it. This was the oddest couple she had met +in all her peregrinations. Mr. Brier was naturally +greatly superior to his wife, as Mrs. Wynn had said, +but was biased in his opinions by that lady, who ruled +him with no gentle sway. With another woman, whose +society would have had a tendency to elevate him, +there is no telling what this man might have become. +But having been entrapped into an early marriage, +with a woman of inferior intellect and but little ambition, +he had sunk down several grades lower than +nature intended him.</p> + +<p>He felt this, too, even after all these years had drifted +aimlessly away, and the knowledge did not make him +better. He grew morose and cynical, hating everybody +who did not move in his own narrow circle. As<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> +one might suppose, he had not many friends, and his +life was not a happy one.</p> + +<p>"How much misery there is in the world," thought +Clemence, as she walked towards the school-house. +It seems as if almost every one had some secret sorrow +of their own—and what a singular and deplorable +effect grief has upon some people, rendering them +selfish, and closing the heart to pity, instead of remembering +their own sorrows, only to commiserate and +alleviate those of others.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + + +<p>That evening, as Clemence sat alone with her friend, +she asked her the question which had perplexed herself, +and which she had never been able to solve: +"Ulrica, why are so many people unhappy?"</p> + +<p>"Child, I cannot tell you," replied the elder woman, +mournfully; "for myself, I know that I have for many +years considered life a burden to me, instead of the +glorious boon our Creator designed it. You have +never asked me anything of my former life, but, to-night, +the feeling is strong upon me to speak of the past, for +I feel strangely in need of sympathy."</p> + +<p>She bowed her head upon her hands, and great tears +coursed down her pale cheeks, while Clemence sat in +wondering silence; then, recovering herself, she began +in a low tone:</p> + +<p>"I was the only child of wealthy and indulgent +parents. From my infancy every want was eagerly +anticipated by loving friends, who made my will and +pleasure paramount to everything, and who were ever +subjected to my imperious rule. At eighteen, I was a +spoiled child, without the least knowledge of the world, +or of the duties and responsibilities of life. Then my +parents died, and left me to the guardianship of a vain<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +and worldly-minded aunt, who became fond of me, in +her way, because of my beauty and great wealth.</p> + +<p>"I mingled a good deal in society, and of course, +being an heiress had many opportunities for marriage. +However I was very fond of admiration, and soon +succeeded in establishing a reputation for being a +thorough coquette. At heart, I felt a supreme contempt +for those who sought me on account of those +'golden attractions,' without caring to look beyond. +Had I been differently brought up, I believe I would +not have been what I am to day, a lonely and heart-broken +woman, for, though passionate and somewhat +overbearing, I had many good impulses, which, if rightly +trained, might have made me wiser and better. But +I was left solely to the guidance of my own will, and +every idle caprice and foolish whim were always indulged +to the utmost. Among all the gentlemen whom +I met at this season, there were only two in whom I +felt the least interest. For one of them, Wainwright +Angier, I had a profound regard. I knew that he was +my true friend. It was my nature to despise those +whom I could bend to my will. He had too much manly +independence for this, and conscientiously abstained +from flattery. When I did wrong, he remonstrated +earnestly, and when I told him that his advice was not +solicited, looked grieved and reproachful. He was far +from my ideal of perfection, however. It is commonly +supposed that people are attracted towards their opposites, +but though Wainwright Angier's character and +personal appearance differed widely from mine, yet I +never dreamed, in those days, of loving him. He was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +pale and intellectual looking, with clear, penetrating +eyes, and a firm, determined mouth. But his voice +was, I think, his greatest attraction for me, for I am +one of the few who take as much pleasure in an agreeable +voice, as in gazing at a beautiful face.</p> + +<p>"The other, Geoffrey Westbourne—how shall I describe +him? Tall and commanding in figure, with glossy +purple-black hair, and the midnight eyes that matched +it, he was eminently handsome, and, as everybody +agreed, a splendid conversationalist. Notwithstanding +his acknowledged superiority to all others, and the fact +that he was petted and caressed by every one, I felt +an instinctive repugnance to him, that for a long time +I tried in vain to overcome. Perhaps it was because I +had heard him so highly spoken of, that I was ready +to find fault. However that maybe, I felt a secret antipathy +to this man. Would I had been allowed to +follow the warning conveyed in these first impressions, +what a world of misery I had then escaped!</p> + +<p>"'Well, how did you like him?' queried my aunt, +after our first meeting. 'Isn't he splendid?'</p> + +<p>"'Not to my taste,' was my reply. 'To tell the +truth, I was not very agreeably impressed by your +Mr. Westbourne.'</p> + +<p>"'Shocking!' exclaimed the astonished lady, with +upraised hands. 'That girl will surely be an old maid. +She has no taste. Not like him, when he is already +deep in love with you? Ulrica, this is arrant coquetry.'</p> + +<p>"She had reason to think so afterwards, for the subject +of our conversation soon became a constant visitor +at the house. He <i>was</i> handsome, talented and agreeable,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +besides, all my lady friends were dying with envy. +I felt flattered by his preference, and in time forgot +my early dislike, or remembered it only to wonder +and laugh at my foolish, school-girl fancies. Yet, at +times, when I was alone, and had time for thought, a +strange, undefined feeling would steal over me, amounting +to a dread of impending evil, which I could not +easily shake off. Another thing troubled me. Aunt +Emily annoyed me, by ceaseless inquiries as to the +result of my acquaintance with Mr. Westbourne. I +saw that to secure him for me was the one object of her +ambition. I remonstrated at this feeling, pained at +her want of delicacy.</p> + +<p>"One day, when she had been questioning me as usual, +I replied, indignantly; 'Why, any one would think you +were tired of me, and wanted me out of your way, you +seem so anxious about my having an establishment of +my own. I am very well contented as I am, and +neither expect nor desire a change.'</p> + +<p>"'Now, do listen to reason, child,' she rejoined. +'You must know that it is my great anxiety for your +welfare that induces me to take upon myself all this +care and trouble. Tell me how old you are, Ulrica?'</p> + +<p>"'Twenty-one,' I said sullenly.</p> + +<p>"'And you have been out three seasons, and people +are beginning to talk. They say it is because you +don't wear well, and the men only flirt with you and +leave you.'</p> + +<p>"'As if I cared what they say!' I burst forth in my +exasperation. 'Thank heaven, I am independent of +everybody's opinion.'</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +"'Yes, in a measure,' pursued Aunt Emily's calm +voice, 'but not wholly. Society has claims upon you +which you cannot disregard. I wish you were more +willing to consult my wishes, and would pay some little +attention to my advice,' she added, plaintively.</p> + +<p>"'What do you want of me?' I demanded imperiously; +'tell me, in heaven's name, and have done with it.'</p> + +<p>"'Now you are sensible. I want you to find out just +how you are situated in regard to the gentleman we +have been remarking upon, and, to be plain, I've set +my heart on your marrying him.'</p> + +<p>"'Mr. Angier,' announced a servant in the doorway. +We had been so busily engaged in our discussion that +we had not heard the bell. My aunt rose and retreated. +'It's only Angier, excuse me to him,' and she glided +though a side door.</p> + +<p>"I rose to welcome the visitor, with a clouded brow, +and eyes that sparkled ominously. I was thoroughly +out of humor. It was an unlucky morning. Before he +left, Wainwright Angier made me an offer of his heart +and hand. I refused him at once, coldly and decidedly.</p> + +<p>"'Is it because you prefer another?' he asked, agitatedly.</p> + +<p>"'No, that is not the reason,' I replied, proudly. 'I +value you highly as a friend, but nothing more. I am +very sorry this has occurred, but <i>you</i> at least will exculpate +me from the charge of coquetry. I never +dreamed of this.'</p> + +<p>"'I know,' he answered, sadly enough. 'It is as I +feared. And now let me ask you, as one whose happiness +has long been dearer to me than my own, do you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> +ever expect to be happy with such a man as Geoffrey +Westbourne? Do not ascribe my motive to jealousy, +for, believe me, I am incapable of a base action. It is +only out of the deepest solicitude for your welfare that +I ask this question, for I fear for your future happiness, +and that you may be fatally mistaken in this man.'</p> + +<p>"'You are impertinent, sir,' I said, rising. 'Geoffrey +Westbourne is nothing to me, and you need not fear +that my affections will be misplaced. I must respect +the man I love, and look up to him as my superior.' +My pride was hurt, now, and I was thoroughly angry.</p> + +<p>"'Pardon me,' he said, also rising, then added brokenly—'Remember +that my heart is always open +to you. I am sadly afraid that you do not understand +your own feelings. Farewell, we may never +meet again, but my last prayer will be for your happiness.'</p> + +<p>"As he went into the hall, the figure of a man stopped +him, and Geoffrey Westbourne called out cheerily;</p> + +<p>"'Well met, Angier! What! how pale you look; +you are ill. Let me go with you to your lodgings. I +will excuse myself to the ladies.'</p> + +<p>"'Thank you, I am quite well,' said Angier, in a low +voice. 'I will not detain you. Good bye.'</p> + +<p>"I never saw a face so radiant as was that of Geoffrey +Westbourne, as he entered the room where I stood, +hardly knowing whether to withdraw and ignore these +embarrassing circumstances, or meet him in as collected +a manner as possible.</p> + +<p>"I had no choice. As was always the case, in this +man's presence, I seemed to have no will of my own. +I feared him, and when he repeated the same question,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> +in almost the very words his friend had uttered, I gave +a far different reply. But, if not dictated by inclination, +I knew that it was expected of me by every one. It +almost seemed as if circumstances had forced me to +choose this alternative, and I accepted my fate in complete +indifference.</p> + +<p>"In three months we were married, and went abroad. +We travelled over Europe at our leisure, visiting its +gay capitals and fashionable resorts, its different objects +of interest famed in history and romance, and, after an +extended tour, returned again to our native land, taking +up a stylish residence in a fashionable quarter of the +city, that had been my former home. My means +seemed inexhaustible, but, somewhat to my astonishment, +I found, after marriage, that Geoffrey Westbourne's +sole dependence was upon expectations, which were +extremely liable to remain forever unfulfilled. I knew +now that he had married me for my fortune, for he had +told me so with his own lips. He had a double motive +in this, for aside from a feeling of relief in throwing +aside the mask of devotion, was a petty spite on account +of my former indifference to him. I do not think he +ever loved me, nor was he capable, in my opinion, of +a pure, unselfish affection for any human being. All +he cared for was the gratification of self. I mourned +bitterly, in secret, over this ruin of my hopes. I had +no one to sympathize with me now. Aunt Emily was +no more, and she had been my one true friend, for her +affection, if misguided, was at least sincere.</p> + +<p>"I thought often in those days, of the love of my +girlhood, for I knew now that it had been sinful in me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> +to turn from the path that had opened before me into +perfect trust and peace, and walk blindly over withered +hopes to a loveless future. Time had shown me +that I esteemed Wainwright Angier more highly in +those days than the man who was now my husband. +But I never spoke of him, and I dared not ask his fate, +for I knew my husband hated his memory. But one +sad day, when, with Geoffrey, I walked down the long +winding avenues of the cemetery, and read among +these stranger's graves the name I sought, I think +reason must have for a time deserted me. I had only +one memory, and the words 'my last prayer will be for +your happiness,' rang again and again in my ear. I +knelt down at the grave and poured out my grief in all +the eloquence of despair, regardless of him who looked +coldly on. I was wild with mournful agony. After that +day I never knew one hour of happiness. My husband +turned from me to strangers. He had never cared for +me, and now I was hated and shunned. His one desire +became to relieve himself of my unwholesome presence.</p> + +<p>"In the first year of our marriage, I had, on learning +of his impoverished condition, placed my entire property +at his disposal. It had been a free gift, for I +wanted him to see that I trusted him implicitly. I +was now completely at his mercy. I had always been +lavish of my means, for whatever faults I may have +preserved, avarice and parsimony were not of their +number. I learned now that I had committed a very +foolish act. I had nothing with which to help myself, +and was completely under his control.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> +"Suddenly, at a great commercial crisis, everything +was swept from us. 'We are now,' said my husband, +'for the first time on an equal footing. The fortune, +which you brought me, has been lost from no carelessness +upon my part. We are engulfed in one common +ruin with others who have before stood steadfast +through similar trials. We shall both suffer in common, +for I have lost that for which I sacrificed myself, +and have now nothing to console me. I presume you +have learned that fact before this, Mrs. Westbourne, +and know that I married you for the glittering prize +which has just slipped from my grasp.'</p> + +<p>"'Oh! Geoffrey,' I exclaimed, 'do not be so cruel.'</p> + +<p>"'You call it cruelty,' he replied, 'but I say it is a +terrible fact. I never cared for but but one woman +on earth, and I broke her heart when I told her that +I had forever placed a barrier between us by my own +<i>act</i>. She died soon after our marriage.'</p> + +<p>"'Why have I not known of this before?' I asked. +'Why tell me after so long a time, when there can be +no reparation for the crime? It was a double wrong +you committed when you broke one woman's heart and +made another's whole life desolate. I never dreamed +you cared for another.'</p> + +<p>"'There I had the advantage of you, my dear,' +he said coolly. 'I knew you were a little too +fond of young Angier for my interest. If I had cared +enough about you I should have been furiously jealous, +but merely having an eye to the pecuniary advantage, +I let the little dream go on until I was pleased to put<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> +an end to it. Could I have forseen this hour I would +have acted far differently.'</p> + +<p>"A week after he came in with a face pale with excitement. +'Such glorious news,' he exclaimed. 'By +the luckiest train of accidents I have come into possession +of a clear hundred thousand, and I don't think I +shall very deeply deplore the demise of the venerable +individual who departed this life just at the right +moment.'</p> + +<p>"I was nearly happy at this announcement. I +thought now I could rely on his magnanimity. I reflected +that I had bestowed everything upon him in my +prosperity, and I hoped that now he would, at least, be +more considerate of my feelings.</p> + +<p>"But I was unhappily disappointed. 'The tables +are turned now, my dear,' he said, triumphantly. 'Instead +of <i>my</i> house and furniture, <i>my</i> servants, and <i>my</i> +money, it is quite another story, and henceforth I shall +have a word to say as to the manner in which <i>my</i> means +shall be invested.'</p> + +<p>"He was true to his word. I was left absolutely +penniless. If my wardrobe needed replenishing I had +to tell him the exact amount it would take for each article. +I had, too, nothing to bestow upon charitable +objects, for he had always condemned my efforts to +relieve others as indiscriminate charity, that did more +harm than good. He bought everything that was consumed +in the house, and hired and paid the servants +himself. This was something new for him to do. My +domestics had been well trained, and wholly under my +control, having been long in my aunt's family, and accustomed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> +to my ways. My husband had often heard +me say that it would be impossible to keep house without +these faithful attendants, for I was totally inexperienced +in such matters.</p> + +<p>"Now, however, he dismissed them all, and surrounded +me with strangers. My remonstrances were +unheeded. 'This is <i>my</i> house, Mrs. Westbourne,' he +would say. 'Henceforth everything shall go as I wish, +and if not agreeable to you, I can gladly dispense with +your company altogether.'</p> + +<p>"I soon found that this was the one object dear to +him. My presence grew, every day, seemingly more +intolerable. This new trouble nearly overwhelmed me. +I learned now that the means that were denied me, +was daily lavished upon others among whom my name +was a by-word. One day the postman brought me a +letter, in an unknown hand. It ran thus:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Madam</span>:—Why do you look so frightfully ill? Every one is remarking +upon your altered appearance. You have everything to +make you happy. Your husband is handsome, and generous as +a prince. To prove it: yesterday he gave me five hundred +dollars, and to-day I clasped upon my arm a splendid bracelet, +flashing with beautiful gems, also his gift. The wheel of fortune +turns, and those who were poor and obscure but yesterday, are rich +to-day. <i>Your</i> day of power is over. Do not be the last to see it. +Show some spirit. Be up and doing. Your society has lost its charm +for your husband, and he finds his only happiness in the love of another +who can appreciate him better than you have ever done. Very +well! seek your own affinity, and find a new Eden. Don't fret and +cry till your eyes are red and swollen, and your whole appearance +hideous. It will only recoil on your own head. Nobody will pity +you, and the world will pass on and forget you. Live while you live, +and leave to-morrow to take care of to-morrow. Remember, "It is a +folly to no other second, to wish to correct the world.—<span class="smcap">Caroline</span>."</p></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> +"This was followed by others of the same nature. +It finally became an understood thing that Geoffrey +should pass nearly all of the time he could snatch from +business, with women of this class. If I questioned +him, he would laugh rudely, and ask me how I was +going to help myself.</p> + +<p>"There was, indeed, but one way, either to bear all +this quietly, without murmur or reproach, or else obtain +a legal separation. I knew that this was his sole object, +and would have complied with it, for my soul sickened +of this life; but, I had a child, a delicate girl, and he +forbade me to take her away. I could not part with +my baby daughter; better even this wretched existence, +and so I continued to watch and wait, and pray God not +to forget me in my dire extremity. As time passed, +and my husband saw that he could not move me, he +grew impatient, and took still harsher measures.</p> + +<p>"I have every reason to believe that Geoffrey Westbourne, +about this time, made attempts upon my life. +He was, however, very careful of his reputation, and +had to be exceedingly circumspect in his movements. +But I foiled him on every occasion. Then I fell sick, +and lay for weeks unconscious. I had the cruelest +treatment during my entire illness, and it was only +God's mercy that at length restored me again to something +like health, in opposition to every effort of my +enemy's. It left me almost a confirmed invalid. +Before strangers, I had every care and attention, and +when I was ready to sit up, many friends called to inquire +about my health. As soon as I became convalescent, +I had resolved to appeal to my friends for aid<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +and sympathy, but I now saw that it would be impossible. +Had I opened my lips upon the subject, my nearest +friends would have at once been convinced that my +sickness had alienated my reason. My husband was +apparently filled with the deepest anxiety and solicitude +for my recovery, and appearences I felt to be +against me. I hoped, though, that there would be a +cessation from all persecution, at least for a time. But +this was not to be.</p> + +<p>"'You are evidently a great deal better, Mrs. Westbourne!' +my husband said to me, one evening, when +we were alone together.</p> + +<p>"'Yes, thank God!' I exclaimed fervently, 'I am +now nearly restored to health again.'</p> + +<p>"'You do well to thank God, and not me,' he said +with a withering sneer, 'you owe me no gratitude for +the same.'</p> + +<p>"'How you must hate me!' I said, trembling at his +tones.</p> + +<p>"'Hate you!' he replied, with his face to the very +lips livid with passion, 'if I could strike you out of +existence this moment, as you sit there, I would be almost +willing to serve a score of years for the privilege, +and even submit to bear the felon's brand upon my person, +through the remainder of my life. You are a clog +and an impediment in the way of my happiness, the +one encumbrance to be got rid of at any sacrifice. It +shall be done! I swear it shall be done, if the heavens +fall and the earth rocks to its foundations!'</p> + +<p>"'What shall I do?' Oh, what shall I do?' I cried +helplessly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> +"'Do!' he hissed, 'listen to me. A short time ago +I was so weary of you, that, with hardly a reason I +sought to rid myself of your presence. I then proposed +a separation upon any terms that pleased you, not +thinking it likely that I should ever marry again. I +would have been generous then, had you yielded to my +wishes. Since then the aspect of affairs have changed. +I have met the woman whom I have willed shall rule +over this house in your place. She is gloriously beautiful, +proud as a queen and as rich. I desire to appear +to the best advantage before her, and I shall not scruple +at the means. I want all the world to think that +I am an injured husband.'</p> + +<p>"'Perhaps you have forgotten your old friend Halleck. +He called often during your illness, to inquire +after you, and manifested much interest in your case. +I learned that he was quite attentive to you during my +absence last summer. You see you have been thoughtless +enough to give me just the advantage I wanted, +Mrs. Westbourne, and I can bring a dozen witnesses +to prove your infidelity, when I want them.</p> + +<p>"'You may have guessed from what I have said +thus far, that I propose to apply for a bill of divorce +at no distant day.'</p> + +<p>"I was perfectly stupefied at this announcement. +'You surely will not commit this great wrong, Geoffrey,' +I exclaimed. 'You do not wish, nor need me to +tell you that I am innocent of the charge.'</p> + +<p>"'No,' he said slowly, in a more softened tone, +though the hard lines around the firm mouth never relaxed, +and the cold eyes regarded me with a fixed, relentless<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> +gaze. 'No, I do not. Here, with none to +overhear us, I will tell you truly that I do not believe +you guilty of this crime which I am about to charge +against you, and to prove before the world. You were +a spoiled, capricious beauty when I met with you, and +I, merely a fortune hunter. Our marriage was a fatal +mistake. But you have discharged your duties faithfully, +and I know it will be a satisfaction in the future +to have this to reflect upon.</p> + +<p>"'Do not think, though, that you can swerve me +from my purpose. We are best apart. Your life will +pass quietly and happily in some grateful retreat, all +the happier for this storm that now threatens your +peace. You will have nothing to regret. The world +will make the most of the nine day's wonder, and then +it will be forgotten. As for me my lot is chosen. +Wealth and power are essential to my happiness. I +must be looked up to as a person of position and influence, +and I prefer to be feared rather than loved. +The wealth I shall gain with the hand of this woman, +whom fate has destined to be your successor, will place +me upon the very pinnacle of prosperity. It is a +temptation too strong to be resisted.'</p> + +<p>"'Of course you, as the victim, will cry out against +the cruelty of the act, but it will be of no avail. I +grant that I am doing you an injustice, and you will +assail me with tears and entreaties, but, when my +stoical indifference renders them useless, you will +threaten me with future retribution, and cry out +that God will never permit such injustice; but I shall +not pause, nor relent. I am no better, nor yet worse,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> +than others. Here, in a Christian community, deeds +similar to mine are perpetrated every day, and strong-handed +<i>might</i>, reeking with crime, flaunts its purple +and fine linen in the high places of the earth, while +persecuted and down-trodden innocence creeps away +to hide its sorrows in the grave. It is the way of the +world, and I choose to follow no other leader.'</p> + +<p>"'But the child, Geoffrey,' I gasped, 'my precious +child; only let me take her with me, give me her company +in my exile, and I will do all you would have +me.'</p> + +<p>"'No,' he insisted, sternly. 'She is my daughter, +and I prefer to have her brought up under my own +immediate supervision. I wish to make a lady of Miss +Westbourne, and I do not consider you a proper person +to be entrusted with the charge.'</p> + +<p>"'And you would rob a mother of her only child? +God has forgotten me, or he would surely punish such +iniquity!'</p> + +<p>"I could say no more; my strength failed me; the +room grew dark, and I fell forward at the feet of my +enemy.</p> + +<p>"It was weeks before I was again able to leave my +room. During this time I pondered deeply upon the +course which it was best to pursue. I was without +money or friends, and, therefore, utterly unable to help +myself. I had always been a proud, independent girl, +generally more envied and admired than loved. I had +not cared to make many friends, and now I had none +to turn to in this emergency. I felt completely +crushed and heart-broken. Meanwhile, my husband<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +took care to inform me that his feelings remained unchanged, +and that he was still firm in his resolution to +rid himself of me. I now learned that he had employed +legal advice in the matter. As he had said, he +would not scruple at the means to accomplish his object.</p> + +<p>"I thought of all this till my brain grew dizzy, and +my heart ached with its weight of woe. At last I determined +to leave the place where I had endured so +much misery. I made a few preparations; knelt and +asked God to forgive me if I was doing wrong, and +turned upon the threshold of my chamber to give it a +last look upon earth.</p> + +<p>"Everything looked quiet and peaceful, as if this +was the abode of contentment. I could not repress a +sigh, and my eyes were blinded with tears, as I turned +to go into the nursery.</p> + +<p>"'Jane, go to your supper,' I said, authoritatively, to +the servant, who sat rocking the child's cradle. The girl +looked up sullenly, and I think she suspected at once +my design. My heart sank within me as I moved forward +to the side of the unconscious little one.</p> + +<p>"'Shure,' said the girl, eyeing me narrowly, 'you'll +be after finding it warm here with that great shawl +around you. It looks better for travelin' than a lady's +parlor, and would be more becoming to the likes of me, +than your own illegant shoulders.'</p> + +<p>"It was true. I was detected. Was there no hope?</p> + +<p>"I grew desperate, for I knew this would all be repeated +to her master in the morning. This girl was +nothing but a well-paid spy upon his wife's actions.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> +"I became indignant as hope fled. 'Did you hear +me?' I commanded. 'Go down stairs to your supper, +immediately. I wish to be left alone with my +daughter.'</p> + +<p>"Instantly the expression of her face changed to +one of cringing submission, and she rose and dropped +a little deprecatory curtesy.</p> + +<p>"'Indeed, ma'am, I've had me tay. Ann brought +it up, for I takes me meals here now, accordin' to the +masters' orders. Please, ma'am, shall I take away +the shawl, and fetch you the one you always wear?'</p> + +<p>"'No, stay where you are,' I said, sinking into a +chair, and dropping my head into my hands to hide my +disappointment from the keen eyes that watched me.</p> + +<p>"Presently there was a kind of gasping, strangling +sound from the cradle. The girl sprang forward with +a sudden cry of fear.</p> + +<p>"I was beside her in an instant. The child was in +convulsions.</p> + +<p>"Then followed a scene of wild confusion. Every +thing was immediately done for the little sufferer that +could be thought of, in the moment of terror, and the +best medical advice called in.</p> + +<p>"But our efforts were unavailing. When the gray +morning light stole in at the window, little Lina lay +like a waxen lily, and her spirit had returned to Him +who gave it. While I, her unhappy mother, could not +grieve now that this was so, but rather felt thankful +that she was sheltered in the loving arms of the Good +Shepherd. For her there was no more sorrow, nor crying, +neither was there any more pain.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> +"When the funeral rites were over, and I could +think calmly, continued the lady, I realized how this +child's loss would affect my future. I had now no object +to strive for. Had my little Lina lived, God only +knows how all this would have ended. I could never +have given her up to the father who did not love her. +I would have struggled desperately for my child while +life lasted. For myself, I cared not. I had thought +that night, when my innocent darling was so suddenly +taken from me, of fleeing away with her to some place +of safety, until this storm had passed, but now that she +was no more, I had no fears.</p> + +<p>"I knew, though, that a change must come soon. My +husband was resolute and never abandoned a purpose +once formed. I was fully aware that I need not expect +any mercy at his hands, neither that our mutual loss +would soften his heart. It had, indeed, quite a contrary +effect.</p> + +<p>"'There is now no obstacle to a separation,' he said, +once, speaking of our differences. 'We have now no +longer any interest in common. If you will go your +way, quietly and peaceably, I will provide for your +wants, by settling a life-long annuity upon you. Of +course this sum would not be large, for you will not require +a great deal to sustain you in comparative comfort. +Now, that you have no means of your own, of +course you must expect to live in a different manner +from that to which you have been accustomed. And a +divorced woman will not be expected to make a very +lavish display either. I trust that your own good +sense will teach you the necessity of living in as retired<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +a manner as possible. Furthermore, I shall expressly +stipulate that you remove to a considerable distance +from your former home. I do not wish any +fresh scandal to give the gossips a continual feast. If +you submit to my conditions we can effect this quietly. +If not, then it is war between us.'</p> + +<p>"'And a court of justice to decide for the right,' I +added.</p> + +<p>"'Justice!' he sneered. 'You are old enough to +realize that it is but an empty name. What could a defenceless +woman, without means to help herself, do +against a man of my wealth and standing. You can +effect nothing by braving me. Look at this proposition, +as coolly as possible, and reflect well before you decide +upon anything permanently. It can not be that you +have more affection for me than I for you, for I am sensible +that my course has not been such as would be +naturally expected to win a woman's regard. However, +I do not value your opinion in the least, so that +fact does not annoy as much as you might think. It is +true, I might be more polite in stating the case, but you +will agree with me that I put the facts plainly enough +for your understanding.'</p> + +<p>"'I would further advise you to proceed as I have +proposed, simply from a wish to spare your feelings. +I believe you to be an honest woman, and I should dislike +to be obliged to attack your character in public. +If you were to go away, of your own accord, to +some quiet place, I think you would find the change +agreeable. You would, of course, resume your maiden +name, and nobody, unless you chose to inform them,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +could, by any possibility, become aware of your former +history. I would then place in the hands of my lawyer, +and subject to your disposal, a sum which I would set +aside for your own use, giving you a yearly income of +five hundred dollars. You could live plainly, but comfortably +on this sum.'</p> + +<p>"'Hush!' I commanded. 'Geoffrey Westbourne, +how dare you add insult to injury? You have spent, +to your own knowledge, a large fortune of mine. I +blush to think that I have ever called you husband, when +you offer this last indignity to the daughter of Wilbour +Hardyng. You have already said more than enough +upon this subject. We will dismiss it if you please.'</p> + +<p>"'Very well,' he replied, 'I will leave you to think +over it at your leisure. Good-bye for the present. I +leave, to-day, for a neighboring city, where I shall remain +a week, at least.'</p> + +<p>"The good-bye, thus carelessly spoken, was destined +to be a final one. When Geoffrey Westbourne again +returned to his home, I was not there to receive him. +I never looked upon his face but once again. I took with +me all of my clothing, and the Hardyng plate and jewels, +which were my own exclusive property. I had also a +small sum of money to bear my expenses.</p> + +<p>"My husband never sought to learn my whereabouts, +content that I should have given him the advantage he +desired. After a sufficient length of time had elapsed, +he obtained a divorce on the ground of desertion, and +married the woman he had determined should be his. +They seemed happy to all outward appearances, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> +lived in absolute splendor, such as their united wealth +enabled them.</p> + +<p>"I had removed to a distant city, where none recognized +in the sable clad widow, the former brilliant belle +and heiress. I once visited my old home and saw them +together; and he, the false one, smiled fondly upon +the usurper of my rights. Then I crept away, weary +of life, to this secluded spot, to pass the remainder of +my days, where there was nothing to remind me of +what I once had been.'</p> + +<p>"My darling, have I saddened you with my melancholy +story?" she asked, looking down fondly into +the tear wet eyes of the young girl who had come and +knelt beside her. Clemence could not trust her voice +to speak, and the proud woman clasped her closer, as +they mingled their tears together. "How meet," said +the girl at last, softly rising, "should we, who have suffered, +be united by a bond of affection and sympathy!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX.</h2> + + +<p>When the hour of separation came, Clemence regretted +that she must again leave her friend's hospitable roof +for that of strangers. She thought, ruefully, of Mrs. +Brier, and hoped that these new people might not be +of their order.</p> + +<p>Her wish was destined to be fulfilled. The plain, +simple little woman, who came forward to welcome +her, when she stopped at farmer Owen's, certainly did +not look very formidable or repulsive.</p> + +<p>"Come in," she said, apparently not a little disconcerted, +as Clemence's figure appeared in the doorway. +"You'll find everything at sixes and sevens. I tried to +get cleaned up a little before you got here, but the +baby was so cross, I had to sit down and hold him +most of the afternoon. He's just gone to sleep, and +left me with all this work, and supper to get for half +a dozen hands, beside."</p> + +<p>"Now, that is really unfortunate," said Clemence, +kindly. "Can't I help you in some way?"</p> + +<p>"<i>You</i>," said Mrs. Owen, stepping backwards, and +surveying the dainty figure in the utmost consternation, +"I guess not, why, what in earth could you do +in the housework line?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +"Oh, a good deal, I dare say, if I were to try," said +Clemence laughing. "You know, 'where there's a will +there's a way,' and if you will tell me how, I am sure +I will gladly assist you."</p> + +<p>"No," was the reply. "You just sit still and I'll fly +round and kinder hoe out some of this dirt. You +don't look as if you had been accustomed to this sort +of thing. Why, of the two, now I suppose, if the +truth should be known, you are more tired with your +work than I am with mine, cross baby and all; just +think of it, when I was a girl, a day's work like this +was nothing at all to do, and I was always ready to +go to a dance, or something of that sort, to pass away +time. There's a great difference in folks about that."</p> + +<p>"I believe you," said Clemence, watching her with +interest, as she moved around, bringing literally 'order +out of chaos.' "It seems to me, that no amount of +practice could fit me for such work as this. I suppose, +of course, I could learn in time, by giving strict attention +to it, to be a fair housekeeper; but my experience +in boarding round has proved that I do not belong to +the class of persons whom they denominate here as +'handy.' I have seen women enter a neighbor's house +in time of trouble, and move about as if accustomed to +everything, and always know the very place to go and +find an article when wanted, without asking tiresome +questions, or put an article in its appropriate receptacle +when not needed, without being told. But, for +myself, though always willing, I am generally apt, +like to-day, to sit still and wish I could be of use to +somebody, instead of being always in the way."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> +"That's because you were born to be waited on, and +not to serve," said the little woman, good-naturedly.</p> + +<p>"Then I am sadly out of place," replied Clemence, +with a sigh. "I am inclined to think, however, that +you are more liberal in your views than the rest of our +sex. Most of them would tell me that the reason of +my lack of capacity, was because I did not cultivate +my faculties properly, or, in plain terms, that I was lazy."</p> + +<p>"I don't see that either," responded the other. "A +man works just so many hours a day, and comes home +feeling that his duty is done, and lies down, if he feels +inclined, or swears at the children for being noisy and +troublesome, and walks off to amuse himself, leaving +his tired wife at home, to go on with her work till +midnight, if she can't get it done before. Nobody +thinks of calling <i>him</i> anything but a poor hard working +body, slaving himself to death, for the good of his family. +But a woman—just mark the difference. I suppose, +though, I need not follow out that side of the picture?" +she added shrewdly.</p> + +<p>"Surely, no," said Clemence, "I know too well by +sad experience. Why, Mrs. Owen, I never feel the +privilege of sitting down after the labors of the day +have wearied mind and body, without offering my services, +ignorant as I am of housekeeping, and awkward +as I know I must be. What would be said of me, if +I did not assist in getting tea, or washing the dishes, +and even helping through with the Saturday's work, to +say nothing of the Sunday dinner, with its numberless +guests to be waited upon and entertained, upon the +one day appointed for rest."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> +"Poor little thing! It's a hard life for such a delicate +body as you. I've heard you was rich once; was +it true?" she asked inquisitively.</p> + +<p>"Yes, madam," said Clemence, "this is a new experience +for me."</p> + +<p>"Well, it's hard," she said again. "I can't help +but pity people that's always been used to having everything +they wanted, and suddenly find themselves poor, +and without anything to help themselves with. I know +some folks are glad when the proud are brought down +to their own level, and say that a little humiliation will +do them good, but I ain't so.</p> + +<p>"Amos and me started poor enough, I can tell you. +All we had in the world was a little outfit of beddin' +and dishes that father gave me, and Amos made the +furniture himself. But we was both strong and active, +and what was better <i>willing</i>, and we soon got a start +and have kept goin' ahead ever since. There ain't +anybody around here that's better off now. There's +only one drawback, I think my man's <i>too</i> savin. He's +had to deny himself so long, that now, although we +are in pretty easy circumstances, he thinks he can't +afford a good many things that other people, poorer +than we are, call the very necessaries of life. For +instance, I dress poorer than any woman in the place; +Amos even limits the number of calico dresses that I +have; I get three a year, and one I have to put away +to sort o' slick up in. I hain't got a delaine one to my +name.</p> + +<p>"Sometimes I get my temper up, and tell him I will +have something to wear as well as other folks, but he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +says he goes without as well as I, and there ain't no +use of our laying out everything for finery.</p> + +<p>"Don't you think its about time for me to strike for +something that people, that call themselves decent, have +to wear?"</p> + +<p>"Why," said Clemence, truthfully, seeing she was +expected to make some reply, "don't that seem a little +like injustice? It can't be right to deny yourself everything, +and indulge in no relaxation after such laborious +employment. You owe something to yourself as well +as others. Of course it is wise in you to look forward +to the future, and it is perfectly natural and commendable +to wish to lay up something for your children, +that their life may be easier than your own; but, have +you never thought that, after all, you may not be +working for their best interests. Supposing you should +sink underneath the burden you have assumed, and +death should find you all unprepared, would you not +regret that you had spent your days thus? It does not +seem as if any mother was called upon for such sacrifices. +No woman, or at least, no American woman, +can endure such severe, unremitting toil."</p> + +<p>Her hearer looked startled.</p> + +<p>"I had never taken this view of the case," she said, +"but you are right. My strength cannot always hold +out, and if I should be taken away, what would become +of my little children?"</p> + +<p>Here the baby awoke with a scream, and the mother +had enough to keep tongue and hands busy in the effort +to pacify him, and finish her labors. As it was, tea +was delayed.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> +The group of tired, sun-burned men, who came up +from the field, lingered around the kitchen door, furtively +watching the pretty young schoolmistress, but not +venturing to speak above a whisper, until supper was +announced, when they came in awkwardly, and took +their seats.</p> + +<p>Clemence was duly presented to them and her host, +a quiet, good-natured looking man, and during the +conversation which followed, they made some progress +towards a further acquaintance. She was pleased, too, +to observe that she had made quite a favorable impression, +having formed a plan in her mind which she now +thought might be easy of accomplishment.</p> + +<p>Clemence Graystone was both young and enthusiastic, +and she thought here was an opportunity of benefiting +one of her own sex in a quiet, unassuming way. +She took care to observe closely, much that she would +have otherwise passed unnoticed.</p> + +<p>"Thank heaven!" said Farmer Owen, as he came +in and seated himself wearily, on Saturday evening, +"that to-morrow is a day of rest. Miss," (turning +abruptly to Clemence,) "you ought to be absolutely +happy with only a handful of young ones around you +for six hours a day, and the rest of the time to do +nothing. I am beginning to think it pays to get +learning."</p> + +<p>The girl regarded him with a mingled expression of +surprise and amusement struggling in her face, as she +replied:</p> + +<p>"Perhaps my life does seem an easy one to others. +At least, I do not complain."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> +"No," said the farmer, "but you've foolishly added +to your burdens, taking that young one of Lynn's. +Whatever induced you to do it?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing," she replied, quietly, "but the thought +that it was my duty. There was none other to assume +the responsibility, so it rested upon me."</p> + +<p>"That's sheer nonsense," he said contemptuously. +"What do you suppose would become of you now, if +you should fall sick, or the child either? In that case, +it would not be much of a kindness you have done her, +filling her head with grand ideas, as I hear, about being +a lady, and all that. She'd go to the poor house all +the same, and you would have nothing to help yourself +with, unless," he added, curiously, "you are independent +of your position."</p> + +<p>"Nothing of the kind," said Clemence. "I depend +solely upon my own efforts for support, as I have +repeatedly declared in answer to similar enquiries."</p> + +<p>"Then you've done an unheard of thing, that's all that +I can say, and if you expect to be thought better for +it, you are mistaken, for people will only call you a +fool for your pains, and I doubt if the girl herself will +ever repay one half your efforts, or feel any gratitude +for them."</p> + +<p>"As to that," she said abstractedly, looking off into +the gathering twilight, "I have not expected payment +and shall not be disappointed in that case. However, +I do not regret the step. On the contrary, I am thankful +for the privilege."</p> + +<p>"Where's the young 'un now?" he asked. "To +Swan's yet?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> +Clemence nodded in the affirmative.</p> + +<p>"How much do you pay a week for her board?"</p> + +<p>"Two dollars," she said coolly.</p> + +<p>"And you earn how much?"</p> + +<p>"Five dollars per week and board."</p> + +<p>"And have had to clothe her besides buying what +books and other articles a child needs? Well, you are +green. They say, too, you dress pretty well yourself. +Can't see how you manage it on them wages," he added, +eyeing her with a shrewd, penetrating glance.</p> + +<p>Clemence blushed under the close scrutiny.</p> + +<p>"Do you call calico expensive?" she asked, calling +his attention to her own daintily fitting one.</p> + +<p>"No," he answered, shifting uneasily in his seat, +"of course it's the cheapest and best thing a woman +can wear, in my opinion."</p> + +<p>"Of course," echoed Mrs. Owen, at his elbow, "but +what does a man know about such things? But I'll +tell you one thing, Amos, if calico <i>is</i> the cheapest and +best thing a woman can wear, I am going to have +enough of it after this."</p> + +<p>"Well, have enough," he said impatiently, "though +you will never look pretty nor lady-like in anything. +So don't flatter yourself, nor aspire to imitate others +who can. I suppose now, Miss Graystone," turning to +Clemence, "you think I don't want my wife to dress +as well as others on account of the expense; but, although +I commenced poor, and have been obliged to +save pretty close, yet I never saw the time when I have +not done for my family to the extent my means afforded. +Times are getting a little easier with me now, though<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> +I ain't rich, far from it. Besides there's another point +to be considered. Now if <i>you</i> get an article of dress, +you have some taste in making and wearing it," and he +looked admiringly at the trim figure before him; "but +Susan here, completely spoils everything she undertakes."</p> + +<p>"There, Amos Owen," put in the aforementioned +Susan, "don't try to lay your stinginess on my shoulders, +for, goodness knows, they have burden enough +already. And that ain't so, either, you know as well +as I do that you're only saying it to be contrary."</p> + +<p>"Well, have it so," he said, crossly, and Clemence, +to turn the subject, asked if they were going to attend +morning service on the coming Sabbath.</p> + +<p>"Not I," said Mr. Owen, "it's asking altogether too +much of a hard working man like me to get up and +start off as regular as the Sunday comes, without any +rest whatever. I don't feel called upon to do it, for +one. Wife, here, can answer for herself."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you say at once that she has not a decent +dress to go in, and you prefer to have her stay +home and look after the children, while you sleep away +your time. I've no patience with you, Amos."</p> + +<p>"So you are boarding at Owen's?" said Mrs. Swan, +when Clemence stopped for little Ruth, on her way to +meeting.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Clemence, "they are an odd couple."</p> + +<p>"They are all of that, and more," she replied with a +smile. "I should not think you would fancy staying +there much, she has the name of being a miserable +housekeeper, and a shiftless sort of body at the best."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> +"Why," said the young teacher, generously, "I +have not found her so. I think she is one of the most +industrious women in the place."</p> + +<p>"Then," said Mrs. Swan, looking with an air of pride +around her own neat little dwelling, "how is it she +always has such a dirty looking house, that you can't +bear to eat a mouthful in it, and those ill-kempt, noisy +children, to say nothing of her own slovenly appearance?"</p> + +<p>"Because," returned Clemence, in her defence, "she +has more work put upon her than two women ought to +do, and with so much expected of her, it is not to be +wondered at that she sometimes fails to achieve everything."</p> + +<p>"But what a figure the woman does make of herself," +said Mrs. Swan, smoothing her own satin hair. "She +spoils everything in the making up. I never saw her +in a well made garment, nor her children, either."</p> + +<p>"I grant," conceded Clemence, "that she has no taste, +but she has little time for its indulgence, so, perhaps, +she is as well off without it. The poor woman is a perfect +drudge. She never has a pitying word, or a sympathetic +look, even from her husband. He seems to +think that she is only filling her appropriate sphere. +Yet, I do not think he means to be cruel. He, works +hard himself, and expects every one around him to do +the same."</p> + +<p>"I'll tell you what I think about it," said Mrs. Swan, +energetically, "she never was the wife for him. With +a woman who had the least ambition, their home would +present a far different aspect. As it is, you know, +Miss Graystone, it <i>does</i> look enough to disgust a neat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> +man like him. No one can say, either, but what he furnishes +liberally everything necessary for the household, +and she is as close and saving as he is, for all she denies +it."</p> + +<p>"That is all very true," responded Clemence, "but +for all that, I can't help but pity her. It seems as if +their home might be rendered pleasanter. There is +enough material there to bring out, and it only wants +somebody to give them a friendly hint."</p> + +<p>"And you think you are just the one to do it, and +that it is your obvious duty, and all that?" said Mrs. +Swan. "Now, just take my advice, and don't burn +your fingers meddling with other people's affairs, nor +do any such foolish thing for conscience sake."</p> + +<p>"But if I think I ought, 'to do unto others,' you +know," said Clemence, doubtingly.</p> + +<p>"But you had <i>not</i> ought. Just leave matters as +they are, and they will come right of themselves, and +if they don't, why, it's no fault of yours."</p> + +<p>"That strikes me as a selfish policy," she said. "I +can't reconcile it with my ideas of what is right."</p> + +<p>"It's a safe one, for all that," was the reply. "Take +heed to my words, and let the Owen's affairs alone. +You don't expect to revolutionize the family by one +effort."</p> + +<p>"Still, I can't help but feel sorry for this overworked +woman," said Clemence, "and what is more, I think +as one of my own sex, I may be able to do her some +kindness without injury to any one. She has neither +grace nor refinement, such as most women have in common +with each other, whatever may be their position<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> +in life. I don't think that she is naturally lazy, as +you say. At the foundation, her house is always clean. +It needs somebody to keep it in order, and have a place +for everything and everything in its place,' for the lack +of which it presents this disordered appearance. I believe +I can be of some use to her, and shall try faithfully +to do my whole duty in that respect."</p> + +<p>"You dear child," said Mrs. Swan, kindly, "you +shame me by your disinterestedness. Remember, +though, if you get into any difficulty, I have warned +you solemnly, as I thought <i>my</i> duty."</p> + +<p>"I will remember," said Clemence, laughing, "and +in that event I shall expect, and doubtless receive your +warmest sympathy."</p> + +<p>After that, she went to work with a will, and was so +far successful in her praiseworthy labors, that the home +of the Owen's began to wear a look hitherto a stranger +to it. With her own hands, Clemence assisted in +establishing a new order of things, and when praised +by the smiling Mr. Owen, would triumphantly bring +forward some work of his wife's, which had been executed +under her own supervision, as a proof that she +had been kept down, and was not so totally deficient +in taste as had been affirmed.</p> + +<p>These little subterfuges, however, did not always +have the desired effect, and more than once Clemence +was annoyed by an unmistakable glance of admiration +and a remark to the effect that after she left, things +would resume their former dilapidated appearance.</p> + +<p>"What coarse manners this person has," she would +think on these occasions, "and how much his poor +wife must suffer in his boorish society."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> +She was pleased, though, and somewhat astonished, +to see how readily Farmer Owen's purse opened at her +demands.</p> + +<p>"Amos never was so liberal to me before," said his +wife, and the whole village echoed it.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Owen ought to pay you for staying there with +her life-long gratitude," said Mrs. Swan. "Let me +congratulate you on your unparalleled success in that +quarter."</p> + +<p>"Oh," said Clemence, ingenuously, "as to that, I +claim no merit for myself. I told you it was more from +a lack of knowledge upon the subject than from intentional +wrong, that this poor woman was made to suffer. +It only needed some one to point out the error."</p> + +<p>"You are a good girl, any way," said Mrs. Swan, by +way of conclusion. "Who but you would ever have +thought of it, I should like to know?"</p> + +<p>It very soon became the fashion to patronize and +"bring out" little Mrs. Owen in Waveland. People +awoke to a knowledge of their duty, and regularly now, +every Sabbath, she came to meeting under the care of +two or more of the prim-looking matrons.</p> + +<p>Clemence was pleased that they had, as she thought, +at last begun to appreciate her many excellent qualities, +but she could not understand exactly <i>why</i> these +kind people should be at such pains to flaunt their +good deeds. After much bewilderment, she came to +the conclusion that they must have thought her presuming, +and considered that she ought to be put in her +place, instead of aspiring to teach them their duty.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> +"As if," she thought sadly, "I could be guilty of +harboring such a thought. I am afraid I shall never +make many friends in Waveland."</p> + +<p>She was glad when Monday morning came again, +and she could resume her school duties. At least, here +was a legitimate object of interest to occupy her mind. +When the lessons were over for the day, she went back +with little Sammy Owen pattering along beside her. +She seated herself, and went to work industriously, on +some sewing of Mrs. Owen's, and applied herself so +closely, that she completed the garment just as she was +called to supper.</p> + +<p>"Well, I have finished your dress," she said, as she +came to the table.</p> + +<p>"And you are nearly tired to death," said Mr. Owen. +"Susan, you ought not to have allowed Miss Graystone +to overwork herself."</p> + +<p>Clemence protested it was nothing, and that a cup of +their good tea would rest her, and the worthy couple +immediately set about loading her plate with food +enough to have satisfied the appetite of a plough-boy. +And as soon as she could slip away, she left +the table.</p> + +<p>Her hostess soon followed her, to try on the new +dress. It was a pretty, soft-tinted muslin, and made +the round, plump figure look more nearly approaching +to attractiveness than it had ever done before.</p> + +<p>"Well, I declare," said the farmer, surveying her +with satisfaction, "that does look nice and tidy. Now, +if we could always have you, Miss Graystone, to select +my wife's dresses, and cut and fit them, and afterwards<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +tell her how to put them on, she would look, positively, +respectable."</p> + +<p>"Here is a collar that I brought for you," said Clemence, +pretending not to have heard this doubtful compliment, +and the delighted little woman forthwith burst +forth into a profusion of exaggerated acknowledgements +of her kindness and generosity.</p> + +<p>"There, Amos Owen," she exclaimed, blushing with +pleasure, "what do you think of your wife, now? You +can see by this time that she ain't the one to be kept +down forever, and drudge her life away. She was +born for better things." And stepping backwards, with +a self-complacent smile and toss of her head, the little +creature, unfortunately unused to fineries of any kind, +planted her foot, which was by no means a small one, +upon the delicate fabric and made an awkward rent.</p> + +<p>Clemence was ready to cry with vexation. Plainly, +here was, at least, another half hour's work for her +tired fingers.</p> + +<p>Mr. Owen gave a long, low whistle, and then a shout +of derisive laughter, as he turned and went out of the +house. Clemence feared that her cause was being +irreparably ruined, instead of helped along, as she +so ardently desired, by this untoward event.</p> + +<p>"Deary me!" said Mrs. Owen, "what <i>shall</i> I do? +I wish I'd never tried to dress up at all. Just think +how much that cost, and it's only a stringy thing after +all, and a great big rent in it before its ever worn at +all. I wish now, I'd got that calico that I wanted to. +I should, if <i>you</i> hadn't persuaded me not to."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +If a few tears fell among the pale, pink rosebuds, +with which the condemned article was dotted as plentifully +as May blossoms, it is hardly to be wondered +at. Tired, overworked, and a good deal discouraged, +the pale young teacher might be pardoned for any +signs of weakness, though she needed to gather up all +her sinking courage for the future, that lay before her +lost in shadow.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X.</h2> + + +<p>Somewhat apart from, and forming the western boundary +of Waveland, was a lovely inland lake, by the +margin of which Clemence had been accustomed to +spend many sad hours, since she had become a resident +of the little village. A narrow foot-path, that +led through the sombre woods, brought her to a sheltered +spot upon the sloping shore, where she often came +alone to pass an idle hour. She had come to regard +this place as her own peculiar property, for no one had +ever come here to interrupt her, or claim any portion +of its solitude.</p> + +<p>It was a safe retreat from prying eyes, and it became +to the girl, at length, the one sacred spot where she +could pour out her griefs to that One, who looks upon +His stricken children only to pity and forgive.</p> + +<p>She sat, now, idly watching the sun sink in the western +sky, behind the far-off hills. She thought, as she +noted the sunset, that she had never seen anything +more beautiful—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Amber, and purple, and crimson, and blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glittering shades of every hue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fleecy cloudlets of silver-gray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shroud-like white, for the dying day.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>She remembered, as her eye dwelt in admiration of +the scene, of the beautiful passages in Revelation, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> +of the gates of pearl and jasper, "which shall not be +shut at all by day, for there shall be no night there." +It almost seemed as if she could drift through these +cloud portals into the peace and rest beyond. Her +heart yearned for the loving clasp of the sweet pilgrim, +who had gone before, and who had entered into "the +joy of her Lord." The thought comforted her. She +rose up absently to find two curious eyes fastened upon +her, while Mr. Owen's voice said at her elbow:</p> + +<p>"You find this scene more congenial, it appears, than +our well ordered household, and dreaming away the +hours, a much more agreeable task than trying to make +a lady of my homespun wife?"</p> + +<p>"Why," said Clemence, nervously, not replying to +this singular speech, "how you startled me. Who +would have thought of your being here? How did +you find me? Have you any message from your wife?"</p> + +<p>"None, whatever," he said, regarding her strangely, +and replying to her last remark. "Do not go, just yet. +Miss Graystone; I am tired, and would like to rest."</p> + +<p>"In that case," returned Clemence, "I will leave +you to yourself, and walk on, and you can come at +your leisure."</p> + +<p>"But I want to talk to you," he rejoined, detaining +her, "I came here particularly for that purpose."</p> + +<p>His look said more than his words, and set the girl's +heart beating with sudden fear, as she thought of the +strip of silent forest that lay between them and the town.</p> + +<p>"I am in haste," she said, starting hurriedly forward, +"and will listen to you when we get back to the +house."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> +"And that is the very last thing I intend you shall +do," he rejoined, springing from the grass, where he +had thrown himself, and coming close to her, "I tell +you, I want to talk to you."</p> + +<p>"Well, if you have anything to say to me," she continued, +hastening on, "you can proceed as we go along, +for I cannot linger. I was not aware of its being so +late, until you aroused me."</p> + +<p>"There, I did not think of that," he added; "Susan +will miss me, and, beside, some one might have been +watching me follow you."</p> + +<p>"<i>Did</i> you follow me?" questioned Clemence, thrown, +for the moment, completely off her guard.</p> + +<p>"Of course," he replied, studying her face intently; +"how else did you suppose I could find you in that +hiding-place?"</p> + +<p>"I was not aware that a hard-working farmer was +given to such school-boy tricks," she said again, in +tones of marked displeasure. "If you wished to recall +me, one of the children would have done the errand +equally as well."</p> + +<p>He laughed sarcastically. "All very proper and +correct, Miss Graystone. Perhaps I did run the risk +of discovery, in my anxiety to find you, but one cannot +be always upon their guard and remember everything. +You are a 'cute one, now, with that artless face. I +studied for weeks before I really made up my mind +whether it was real or only put on for the occasion."</p> + +<p>"Did you ever observe me before?" asked Clemence +as cooly as possible, resolved to cultivate obtuseness, +and not apply his words personally, "I suppose, now,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> +in a quiet place like this, any stranger is subjected to +the comments and surmises of nearly all the inhabitants. +By the way, how many do you suppose the +place numbers?"</p> + +<p>"Really, I don't know," he answered dryly, "never +having the curiosity to inquire. Perhaps the Editor +could tell you. Suppose you ask him, when you meet +again, as you seem to be tolerably well acquainted."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't care so much as that about it," said +Clemence, indifferently, "and I am not sufficiently well +acquainted with the gentleman in question, to catechise +him in any way."</p> + +<p>"Then you were not writing those verses to him, +that I saw you put away when I spoke to you?"</p> + +<p>The red blood flashed indignantly into Clemence's +cheeks, at this impertinence, but she had a motive in +checking any manifestations of her fear and anger, so +she answered lightly:</p> + +<p>"Of course not, it was merely for my own amusement."</p> + +<p>"Ah, what an agreeable thing," he said, after a +moment, "to have such resources of pleasure. How +you must despise an ignorant fellow like me."</p> + +<p>"There, you wrong me," she said generously, "I am +incapable of such littleness. Here, in America, where +so many of our most distinguished men have come +from contact with the field or workshop, it would be +folly in me to despise any one on account of their +calling."</p> + +<p>"But I have thought it mean, and my whole life +has grown distasteful since I met you," he said, turning +suddenly and confronting her.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> +They were in a tangled pathway, overgrown with +clinging vines, that interlaced themselves above and +upon every side. It was impossible to proceed with +this man directly in her way, so she could only stand +immovably, trying to repress all feeling of apprehension.</p> + +<p>He went on rapidly—"I have wanted to go away +somewhere, out of this, and grow into something above +this peasant's life; and all this only since I have +known you."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Clemence, giving him a glance of cold +contempt, "What has this to do with me? Such aspirations +would be more appropriate for your wife's ear, +than mine, and, do you know, your present appearance +is rather more ludicrous than sensational? I could +respect you at your own fireside, or attending to your +homely labors, for you were then occupying your proper +sphere; but, at present, you impress me in a totally +different manner.</p> + +<p>"Go back to your wife, who, if, as you declare, is +not a lady, is, at least, your equal, for you will never +be a gentleman; and you can both, if you try to do +right, become happy and contented in that calling +which your parents have followed faithfully and well +before you.</p> + +<p>"When people, who have never in the course of a +long life been remarkable for ambition, suddenly come +to have aspirations, you may be quite sure that the +'arch enemy of mankind,' who is said to be indefatigable +in providing work 'for idle hands to do,' is plotting +their certain destruction."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> +She broke off abruptly, absolutely appalled by the +gleam of murderous hate that leaped into the man's +fierce dark eye, as the meaning of her words dawned +upon his dulled perception. He opened his lips, which +had grown white with rage, but no sound came from +them.</p> + +<p>The next moment a childish voice, near them, called, +"Papa! where are you?" and Clemence drew a sigh +of relief, as little Sammy Owen bounded through the +bushes to her side.</p> + +<p>Five minutes later, she was walking alone, disconsolately, +thinking of this new trouble that threatened +her peace, for she felt instinctively that, in the last +hour, she had made an enemy, to be shunned and +dreaded during the rest of her stay in Waveland.</p> + +<p>"Well, thank God!" she said fervently, "that I +am at least <i>safe</i>. I am innocent of any wrong intent, +and I know that I shall be upheld, now, as in every +other trouble that has come to me, and in the end, find +justification."</p> + +<p>There was no one visible when she reached the house, +but Mrs. Owen, who sat with her dumpling of a baby, +on the door-steps.</p> + +<p>"La!" she ejaculated, as Clemence came in sight, +walking wearily enough, "what's the matter—be you +sick?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Clemence, sinking down beside her, +"only tired."</p> + +<p>"Well, you look as though you had seen a ghost, at +the very least. There ain't much to you, any way, you +give out the easiest of anybody I ever see. A good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> +night's rest will help you, and you will be all right in +the morning."</p> + +<p>"I have got to walk another mile before I obtain it, +though," said Clemence, rising. "I am going to spend +to-morrow and Sunday with Mrs. Hardyng."</p> + +<p>"No, be you?" reiterated Mrs. Owen. "Sakes +alive you'll never stand it to walk way down there, +and feeling tired out before you start. It will be dark too, +before you get there. I wish Amos was here, and I'd +send him along, too, but he went off somewhere, I don't +know in what direction, and ain't even been in to his +supper. That makes me think, you ain't had your's, +neither. Better stay and let me get you a cup of tea?"</p> + +<p>Clemence thanked her languidly, said her friends +would probably have some waiting for her when she +arrived, and bidding her good evening, passed out of +the gate, and the slight form was soon lost to view in +the deepening shadows of the night.</p> + +<p>The young teacher's forebodings were soon to be +realized. She was right. She <i>had</i> made an enemy of +Mr. Owen, and he determined to make her feel it +henceforward, by every means in his power. In his +petty way, he was as particular about keeping up an +outside appearance of respectability, as any aristocratic +member of a rich city church might be to cover +up their own glaring deficiencies. It would have +ruined him as completely in his little circle, to have +been found out in his underhand tricks, as though he +had been of the consequence in other people's estimation +that he was in his own. He had never, in all his +life, been accustomed to mingle with but one class of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> +women, and that the ignorant, ill-bred gossip-mongers +of his own village. Consequently, he was in momentary +fear of having his recent escapade brought to light, +and becoming the laughing stock of the place, for having +fallen in love with, and been snubbed by the pretty +young school mistress.</p> + +<p>He was possessed of a sufficient share of low cunning +to enable him, finally, to hit upon a plan by which +he hoped this catastrophe might be averted. There +upon he proceeded to unfold to the astonished partner +of his joys and sorrows, that he was glad Miss Graystone +had left the house, for he considered her a dangerous +person to enter any family circle; that she had +sought, with great assiduity, while she had been an +inmate of his house, to bring misery and disgrace +beneath that peaceful roof, by beguiling away the +affections of the fond husband and father, and that, like +a second Joseph, he had come through the trial manfully. +This was enough, and more than enough, for a +woman like the one who listened in open-mouthed wonder +to every word.</p> + +<p>Before a week rolled away, every one knew the +story of Farmer Owen's struggles and triumph. Not +that any one, even to his own injured wife, for a +moment, believed the assertion. Not she. Even with +her obtuse intellect, she was a woman, and consequently +her wits were too sharp to allow her to be imposed +upon by that palpable fiction. She knew, as +well as she wanted to, that her dear Amos had been +indignantly put in his place by Clemence, if he had +made the slightest impudent advance.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> +She knew, too, by intuition, that even had Clemence +been of the class her husband, governed by his malevolent +feelings, wished to have her appear, she would +look higher than these boorish, homespun farmers. In +short, she fully realized that the girl despised her husband +so utterly that she barely treated him with +politeness.</p> + +<p>But all this did not affect her in regard to the feeling +she had for Clemence now, and only a woman can +understand how the knowledge of the girl's innocence +only made her hate her the more. She knew that her +husband was considered too much an object of contempt +to be feared at all in regard to what he could +either say or do.</p> + +<p>One would have thought, too, that any one with the +least generosity of sentiment, might have remembered +her praiseworthy efforts in her own behalf, and the long +hours the young teacher had spent in the vain attempt +to make her more presentable in the eyes of her friends, +and argued that this did not seem compatible with such +a grave accusation as was laid upon her.</p> + +<p>But all this was forgotten, or, if for a moment thought +of, was put away with a malicious feeling of triumph, +that the little, plain, down-trodden Mrs. Owen had now +got into notice as an injured wife, and by virtue of that +notoriety, could, in the future, firmly maintain her +position, and refuse to be again consigned to oblivion +or the kitchen.</p> + +<p>From this time forward, there ruled, alternately, in +the little village, two rival factions, viz:—those who +supported the young school mistress, and those who<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +denounced her. The former were few in number, but +of the more enlightened portion of the community; +the latter swarmed and buzzed over this precious bit of +gossip, like flies around molasses.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wynn early declared herself in favor of injured +innocence, particularly as the dashing bewhiskered +Mr. Philemon W. Strain had just deserted Rose, after +a desperate flirtation, that had engaged the tongues +and eyes of those self-same gossips, and might, possibly, +at some future day, furnish a fresh supply for their +delectation. Therefore, as a parent who had the interests +of a blooming maiden to look after and defend, +the good lady took pains to array herself at once upon +the side where it was very apparent that her interests +lay. While Mrs. Dr. Little, Mrs. Brier, and other respected +matrons of the place, came out strong on the +side of virtue and appearances.</p> + +<p>The better to further this project, a Ladies' Charitable +Society was started in Waveland, of which the Dr's. +lady was chosen President, a certain Mrs. Caroline +Newcomer, Vice President, and Miss Betsey Pryor, +Secretary and Treasurer. That it soon attained to +an astonishing popularity was known from the fact +that the newly appointed Secretary and Treasurer +appeared now, for the first time in years, in a stylish +new bonnet, which her detractors did not hesitate to +declare (though doubtless actuated by the basest +motives of envy and jealousy) had been paid for out of +the funds of the said Society; and which, notwithstanding +such malicious assertions, waxed stronger as it grew. +There was one noticeable feature of affairs at this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> +juncture, that the uninitiated were at a loss to account +for, and that was the studied neutrality maintained by +the oracle of the village, who had been wont to utter +his momentous decisions, upon the current topics of +the day, through the medium of that "valuable" and +popular paper the "Clarion."</p> + +<p>Now, however, it maintained a decorous silence upon +local affairs, and if, by any inadvertence, it was betrayed +into its natural play of wit, so that, for a moment, it +might seem to hinge upon the absorbing topic of public +interest, and to favor any one side in particular, it +was immediately observed to lean heavily the other +way, to draw off the attention of its numerous and discriminating +readers. The cause for this unusual state +of things had not, as yet, transpired, but was soon to be +made known to those more immediately concerned.</p> + +<p>In a small place like Waveland, the inhabitants, as +every one knows, are very liable to go to extremes in +almost everything they undertake. Thus, if a new comer +excites their favorable notice, they have nothing to do +but to ride at once, upon the very topmost wave of +popular favor.</p> + +<p>If, on the contrary, they decide against them, there +is no crime within the knowledge of man, of which they +are not severally accused and considered guilty, without +any extenuating circumstances.</p> + +<p>So it was not so much to be wondered at, that when +Clemence once fell into disfavor, she had lost the good +graces of the majority at once and forever. Within a +short space of time, every house was closed against her, +with the exception of a few staunch friends' hospitable<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> +abodes, and she received a polite but cold request from +the school committee to resign her situation.</p> + +<p>"What <i>can</i> it mean?" she asked in despair. "I +surely have done nothing to offend these people?"</p> + +<p>"As if the miserable, pusillanimous reprobates did +not know it as well as you!" spluttered Mrs. Wynn, +with her apron to her eyes. Clemence's white face, +with its appealing look, had gone straight to her motherly +heart. "The unfeeling creatures, to take away a +girl's character, like that! There had <i>ought</i> to be a +place of everlasting punishment for such wretches, and +I know they'll get it, sure as the Lord reigns. But I +told you so! I knew how it would be when you went +to pickin' that lazy, idle, shiftless, good-for-nothing +thing of a Mis' Owen out of the dirt, and settin' her +up to be somebody. I knew there wasn't no ambition +in her no how, and she didn't want to be anybody herself. +She's only mad now, because you showed yourself +so far above her, and she hates you for your pains. +You never asked my advice, though, and I thought I'd +keep my fingers out of the mess, for once in my life. +That gossipping, old Mother Wynn made up her mind +to let 'em have their fling for once, but they've gone +and dragged me into it after all, and I mean to let the +whole lot see that I'm enough for them, single-handed.</p> + +<p>"I believe that I'll put on my bonnet and start out. +I feel too excited to accomplish anything this morning, +so, if you'll just help Rose through with the bakin', I +guess I'll make one or two short calls, here and there, +to see what's going on."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> +Only too glad to get rid of her own thoughts, Clemence +assented, and was soon so busily engrossed in her +occupation, that she did not hear when there came a +rap at the outer door.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Strain," said Rose, coming in suddenly, with +a singular expression of countenance, "and, if you'll +believe it, he asked to see you alone."</p> + +<p>"What for, I wonder?" said Clemence, nervously, +pressing her hand to her aching forehead, "I cannot +imagine what he wants."</p> + +<p>"Nor I," said Rose, "of <i>you</i>." And when Clemence +asked her to follow immediately, declared, with a +toss of the head, "she couldn't see it, two's a company +and three's a crowd, you know. I wasn't called for, +and I never go where I ain't wanted. Hurry up, too, +and get rid of him, for there's all this work to be done +before mother comes home."</p> + +<p>Thus adjured, Clemence, with an effort to recover +herself, entered quietly the room where the gentleman +awaited her. After a little desultory conversation, he +came at once to the object of his visit.</p> + +<p>It was as Clemence had feared, and she felt pained +to reject the offer which was now made her in a straightforward, +business-like manner.</p> + +<p>She thanked him gratefully, speaking of her present +isolated and unhappy position.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Mr. Strain, complacently stroking his +moustache, and seeming in no wise disconcerted by his +rejection, "I had heard of your little difficulty, and it +was with that in view that I called to offer you my protection.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> +I thought if you were once my wife, that +these gossipping tongues could be effectually silenced."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, I thank you sincerely for your generosity +and magnanimity," said Clemence, "and I shall ever +remember you with a sense of deep obligation."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you owe me no thanks," said the gentleman, +gazing upon her disturbed face, admiringly, "even if I +believed the fabrications of your enemies, it would not +have altered my resolution. I am not, as you may +have observed, exactly one of these people. I have +moved amid far different scenes in my time, and my +views of life are of the most liberal sort imaginable. I +consider that I, too, have my weaknesses and foibles, +in common with the rest of mankind, and I do not look +for exalted virtues in any one. I admired you from +the first, and resolved to make an effort to win you. +Of my success, you are the best judge, but that, I am +happy to say, does not alter our mutual regard and +esteem.</p> + +<p>"Furthermore, I can say from personal knowledge, +(confidentially, of course) that not one of these worthy +ladies who have denounced you, would dare to utter or +whisper a word against you as my wife, for I am already +too deeply in their confidence not to render the attempt +dangerous, as well as disagreeable.</p> + +<p>"My dear girl," he added lightly, "this is no place +for an angel like you, now that you have repulsed the +only man who might have befriended you. In losing +me, you lose everything, for you must be aware that it +would be sheer folly in me to detract from my own +popularity, by defending one who denies me even the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> +right to do so. And since I cannot trust myself to enjoy +the dangerous privilege of your friendship, I shall +find consolation in the ambition that has engrossed me +in the past, and rendered me, until the present moment, +invulnerable to the charms of the fairer portion of +creation."</p> + +<p>Clemence felt a hysterical inclination to laugh and +cry too, when she found herself alone, and was only +certain of one fact, that this morning's work had added +to her troubles, not lightened them.</p> + +<p>"<i>Such</i> a day as I have had!" said Mrs. Wynn, coming +in about tea-time. "You are the talk of the town. +That little nobody of an Owen has managed to stir up +one muss, I can tell you. I s'pose, though, if it hadn't +been her, some of the rest would have made up something +on their own hook. You see, the women have +all been jealous of you from the first, and they meant +to put you down if they could, and have only been +waiting for a good chance.</p> + +<p>"Why, I heard to day a dozen different accounts of +your life before you came here; how your father was +hung or sent to the States Prison, and your mother was +no better than she should be, and a lot more that I +can't remember. Do tell me, for I never heard really +how it was anyway. I want to put them down when +they say such things again."</p> + +<p>"Never mind, dear Mrs. Wynn," said Clemence, "I +do not. These people, like the rest of their class, must +have something to occupy their minds, and, if their +animadversions do fall on my devoted head, it will only +keep them busy, and do me no real harm."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> +"But I want to know, child," said the elder lady, +giving her a glance of motherly tenderness, "for I am +interested both in your past and future, and I am +anxious to learn just what your former life has been." +And Clemence told her the simple truth of the happy +years that were now vanished forever.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI.</h2> + + +<p>"What shall I do now?" asked Clemence of her +friend, Mrs. Hardyng, as they sat together in the parlor +of the latter's residence. "My income has stopped +entirely, and I shall have but a small sum after settling +Ruth's board, which I must do soon, for I cannot leave +her any longer with Mrs. Swan."</p> + +<p>"Why!" questioned her friend, "has she, too, gone +over to the enemy?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no," replied Clemence; "she is still a staunch +adherent. It was not that I had in my mind, but I +have been looking into my affairs lately, and have decided +that, as I can plainly do nothing here, I had +better go back to the city at once."</p> + +<p>"And what will you do there?" queried the listener. +"Excuse the liberty, but I would like to ask, from no +motive of idle curiosity, you may feel sure, if you have +any friends there?"</p> + +<p>"None but good Mrs. Linden, and I have no claim +upon her, although she bade me come to her as to a +mother, when I was weary of this 'experiment,' as she +called it. I only thought she might help me to obtain +employment, and give me some advice and assistance +about Ruth."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> +"And cannot I do both?" asked Ulrica Hardyng, +sorrowfully. "Clemence, you must surely think more +of this former friend than you can of me, since you +will intrust her alone with the privilege I would give +so much to share. You have told me that this Mrs. +Linden is a self-absorbed woman, sufficient unto herself, +while I am only a heart-broken creature, isolated +completely from those who were once dear to me. Shall +I tell you how I have watched and waited for this hour, +when I could be of some assistance to you, and thus +bind you closer to me? Oh, I have dreamed too long +of this happiness, to have it elude my grasp. You +cannot deny me the boon of having some one again +to love."</p> + +<p>"But is it my duty, dear friend, to lay my burden +upon you? Since I have voluntarily taken it upon +myself, ought I not to bear it cheerfully, having faith +that all things will work together for my good, if I only +trust Him, 'who seeth in secret?'"</p> + +<p>"It cannot be wrong," said the elder woman. "Henceforth +we will share it together."</p> + +<p>So it was arranged, and Clemence and little Ruth +went to live beneath the cottage roof of Ulrica Hardyng.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, busy tongues were rife over this new fact. +Waveland had expected an exodus from among them, +of the young schoolmistress and her little charge, and +hardly, as yet, knew what to make of her remaining +quietly among them, and living down these slanderous +reports. But, at length, after this came to be an established +fact, the little village had another excitement to +create a stir among its most exclusive circles, and this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> +was no less an event than the marriage of the bachelor +editor of the "Clarion," with a lady of no inconsiderable +literary ability, whose home was in a distant city. +And, when the curiosity of every one was roused to +the highest pitch of expectancy, the lady made her +entree into the little town with great eclat.</p> + +<p>Immediately thereafter, there was a succession of +short poems, all running upon whispering zephyrs, +murmuring rivulets, and the like, and each signed, +"Euphrasia Anastasia Strain."</p> + +<p>The newly-made bride was welcomed with a cordiality, +that was astonishing, considering the boast that her +husband had once uttered in regard to the former vows +of eternal fidelity from these same ladies. However, +time works wonders, and it was evident, from the energetic +manner in which the matrons of Waveland denounced +the least apparent departure from the narrow +path of virtue, that a thorough reformation had lately +taken place in their midst.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Strain was also speedily elected to a prominent +position in the Ladies' Charitable Society, which had +now got to be a regular institution of the town, by, +virtue of having now thrown upon its tender mercies, +one paralytic old woman, two little orphans, a poor +young woman out of a situation, and a reformed drunkard, +who had spent a fortune in his time, and had also +the reputation of having been a "ladies' man," which +considerably heightened their generous interest in him. +The Society had now got upon a firm foundation, and +had proved itself no scheme from the visionary brain +of an enthusiast, but of a thorough, practical character,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> +that won for it the respect and veneration of everybody +who knew of its existence.</p> + +<p>There was one thing to be considered, it gave its +members plenty to do, and, meanwhile, Clemence had +a short respite. She had ample time, now, to give to +little Ruth, and her love for the child became stronger +each day, as always happens when we deny ourselves +for others.</p> + +<p>They took long walks together in the woods that +surrounded the pretty village. Clemence had an artist's +eye, and she loved to wander amid these scenes of +beauty, that had power to calm her troubled soul as +nothing else could do.</p> + +<p>Little Johnny Brier often joined them, and Clemence, +whose heart ached for the little creature, with the +white, wan face that spoke of suffering, used to cheer +him, and try to inspire him with hope for the future.</p> + +<p>But he would say, fastening his wistful eyes upon +her, with a look that always gave her pain:</p> + +<p>"I like best to have you tell me of heaven. I do +not believe I shall ever be happy in this world; but, I +want to try and do right, so that when I die, I may go +to live with God and his holy angels."</p> + +<p>"But you must not indulge in such a morbid state of +feeling," Clemence would say gravely. "If your +Heavenly Father sees fit to have you labor for Him +upon earth, you should not murmur nor repine, but +strive humbly for submission. You may be sure that +there is something for you yet to accomplish. God +witnesses your misery, and knows of your longing to +go to Him; but, you are not yet prepared. The discipline<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> +of life is needed to prove that you can deny +yourself for the good of others. You can show your +trust in the loving hand that guides you, by striving to +bear your present trials patiently, and in His own good +time He will surely send relief."</p> + +<p>"Do you really think that?" was the oft repeated +question, and the troubled eyes would scan Clemence's +face, till her own were filled with blinding drops. "I +try so hard to be good and patient, but I can't hope for +anything better. Something seems to stop me, when I +try to pray to be made useful in this world, and it +comes right out of my heart to ask, instead, only to +let me die. Sometimes I have waited outside the +graveyard, and watched a little spot under a shady +tree, where no one ever goes, and I have thought how +pleasant it would be to lie down there, with the daisies +and violets to creep over me lovingly, and never wake +again to any more pain. I don't think I would like to +be happy, for you are not, dear Miss Graystone, and I +don't think some people are ever made to be. I believe +God means to make them feel how bad and wicked the +world is, so they will want to leave it and go to Him. +Don't you think He means that, when He tells us about +there being no more sorrow nor crying in heaven? Oh, +dear Miss Graystone, I know you sometimes feel just +like that, for I have seen it in your eyes, and you look +just as I have often dreamed my own dear mother did. +And, don't be angry, but every night, when I say my +prayer, I tell Him about you, and pray that you may +be taken away from these wicked people, you and little +Ruth. Last night I had a dream. I thought I stood<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +upon the bank of a broad river, and the water moaned +and whispered like human voices, and came up around +me, and just as I was beginning to be afraid, a sweet, +low voice came to me, borne across the waters, and +mingled with their murmur, 'fear not,' and then I +thought that I knew this was the river of death that +you had told me about in the Sabbath School, and I +clasped my hands together, and cried out for my dear, +dear teacher, and then the water rose about me till, as +it reached my lips, I awoke."</p> + +<p>"Poor, little one," said Clemence, parting the boy's +hair from off his forehead, with a mother touch, and as +she gazed down into the innocent eyes, with their far-off, +dreamy look, a foreboding of the future came to +her, that she put away with a shudder.</p> + +<p>"Come, children," she said, taking a hand of each, +"we will retrace our steps homeward." She stooped and +kissed the child's forehead, as she parted from him. +"Good-bye, Johnny," she said cheerfully, "be a good +boy, and try to remember all that I have told you."</p> + +<p>The child gave the required promise, and turned +away, but came back a moment after:</p> + +<p>"Miss Graystone," he said, standing before her, and +raising his eyes fearlessly to hers, "don't you think I +have always tried to be good?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Johnny," she answered truthfully, "I know +that you do. You are a real little hero, and your +patience and fortitude have often set me an example, +while I have grieved over the melancholy circumstances +that have made you so old in sorrow."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> +"Oh, thank you for that, dear, dearest Miss Graystone." +The child was sobbing convulsively, so that +Clemence became frightened for him.</p> + +<p>"Why, my poor child, you must not grieve so. I +cannot bear to see you so unhappy," she said, bending +down to him, "try and smile for me once, dear. Look +now, at that cloud floating above you. See how it +breaks, revealing the blue sky beyond, and think what +I told you of the cloud with the silver lining. Don't +you remember it, Johnny?"</p> + +<p>"Remember it? oh yes," he said eagerly. "I have +never forgotten a word you have ever uttered. I believe +I shall think of them just before I die, and tell +you about them in heaven. Kiss me again, please, +and then I will go. I feel better now."</p> + +<p>Clemence drew the child again into a close embrace, +and then, releasing him, waited at a turn in the winding +path, until he was out of sight.</p> + +<p>It was about the same hour, nearly a week after, +that Clemence was walking alone, musing upon her own +unhappy fate, when, startled by a rustling of the +branches near her, she turned, to behold little Johnny +Brier rushing hastily past, without looking to one side +or the other, and following the path that opened upon +the margin of the lake.</p> + +<p>A strange fear took possession of Clemence. She +called several times, "Johnny!" authoritatively, but +the child sped on, unheeding. The girl grew faint and +dizzy, and though she turned to follow in the direction +in which he had gone, her limbs refused to support her, +and she sank down, nearly in a state of insensibility.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> +Footsteps again aroused her, and she started up with +a feeling of hope animating her to renewed effort. A +moment after, Mrs. Brier appeared upon the scene +furious with rage, and flourishing in her right hand a +large whip.</p> + +<p>A look of guilty fear overspread her face, as she +beheld Clemence's agitation.</p> + +<p>"Have you seen Johnny?" she asked, breathlessly, +Clemence pointed, without a word, toward the water. +An awful look of terror leaped into the woman's eyes, +and she turned and rushed frantically away.</p> + +<p>When the girl could gain strength, she went after +her, and there, at the water's edge, a crowd of people +were collected, uttering ejaculations of horror over the +lifeless remains of the child she had a few moments +before beheld in all the agony of the wildest despair.</p> + +<p>A woman turned from the crowd as Clemence approached. +"He ran away," she said, "and I suppose +came down here to play, and fell into the lake. It's +no fault of mine. I've warned him often enough to +keep away, and now he has only received the reward +of all disobedient children."</p> + +<p>Clemence strove to speak, and brand this woman as +a murderess, in the sight of God, but the words died on +her lips, and she fell down, where she stood, as lifeless +as the still figure before them.</p> + +<p>There had now happened to Clemence Graystone, +that which, it seemed, in her forlorn situation, was the +worst that fate could inflict upon her; her health failed +entirely. She grew; sick, even "unto death." The +long days of the late summer and the early autumn<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> +passed, and she lay, in her pale beauty, upon a couch +of pain. The world, this busy, struggling, toilsome world, +seemed slipping from her grasp, and heaven was very +near to her. Her tired feet had borne her to the very +brink of the dark river, whose waters chanted their +solemn requiem, as the child had told her in his dream. +She longed to follow him, and sometimes, in her delirium, +would cry out his name suddenly, with every +endearing accent. It seemed almost as if the words +of the boy had been prophetic, and his strange dream +was thus to be fulfilled.</p> + +<p>He lay now in the very spot that his childish eyes +had sought longingly, and one who remembered him +came daily to place the beautiful flowers he had loved +in life above his grave. Poor little Ruth! her days +passed sadly enough. Her only friend might soon be +taken from her. Her all was centred in the slight, +attenuated form, that lay tossing restlessly upon what +might be her death-bed. The little patient watcher +grew each day paler as hope died out, and, notwithstanding +the remonstrances of the elder woman, she +only left Clemence's bedside for her daily walk to the +graveyard.</p> + +<p>Ulrica Hardyng cared for the two who had been so +strangely committed to her care, as though they had +been the sisters God had denied her. She hung over +the sufferer, administering her medicine, and allowing +none but the doctor and the hired nurse to approach her.</p> + +<p>"There shall be none of these rude creatures about +you, my darling," she would say determinedly; "they +have done you harm enough already."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> +She despised these people, as was natural, from her +very nature, which was generous, but given to strong +likes and dislikes, and their treatment of the orphan +girl had brought upon them her lasting contempt. +She had also before had a specimen of their tender +mercies, and was fully aware of the adverse judgment +that had been passed upon her own actions upon her +advent among them. She thought, therefore, that little +good could be got from associating with any of them, +though, like a real lady, she took care to be always +civil and polite to every one.</p> + +<p>When the news of Clemence's dangerous illness was +spread throughout the town, there were many to grieve +for the sweet-faced stranger, who had so lately come +among them, and there were some to wonder what +would become of her if she should linger along without +finally recovering her health.</p> + +<p>"Poor child," said Mrs. Wynn, brushing away the +tears, "I have just been to see her, and she don't look +to me as if she'd last the week out. I believe she is +far more dangerous than the doctor thinks."</p> + +<p>"And if she dies, what will they do with that girl of +Lynn's?" queried Mrs. Brier. "She'll have to come +on the town. I knew it was a perfect piece of folly +for that schoolmistress to take her to support, with only +her small salary. It's just as I predicted. Her strength +<i>has</i> failed, and she can't do nothing more. 'Be just +before you are generous,' is <i>my</i> motto."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Brier never said a truer word than that in her +whole life, for she had never been guilty of many generous<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> +or self-denying deeds, and no one could accuse +her of erring in that respect.</p> + +<p>The different benevolent Societies also met, and discussed +the probability of little Ruth Lynn's being thrown +upon their generosity. They finally decided that, in +case of any such calamitous ending to the madness of +Clemence Graystone, the child should be turned over +to the proper authorities of the village, and they would +wash their hands of the whole affair.</p> + +<p>Their fears proved entirely groundless. By some +inexplicable means, the two waifs, thrown thus strangely +upon the protection of Widow Hardyng, managed to +exist without either the aid or sympathy of the rest of +the town. And Clemence, as the days grew cooler, +rallied, and became rapidly convalescent.</p> + +<p>With returning strength, came again the old anxiety +for the future. She knew that her generous hostess, +though willing to share her all with them, ought not to +be thus burdened. Her means were limited, and the +strictest economy was necessary to make their narrow +income meet their present wants. Clemence realized +that her illness had brought additional expense, which +she knew not how to meet. The doctor's bill alone, +which she had not the means to meet, was appalling; +besides, there were others clamoring for a settlement +of their dues. Mrs. Hardyng had repeatedly cautioned +her not to retard her recovery by brooding over her +unhappy position, and had taken these obligations upon +herself.</p> + +<p>In her feeble state of health, it was impossible for +Clemence to undertake any employment. She was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> +almost in despair. After all her superhuman efforts, +she seemed placed in a worse predicament than when +she first commenced to labor for her bread, and there +was now another dependant upon her efforts. Long +before she was really able, Clemence had begun to employ +herself upon different articles of fancy work, such +as she thought she could dispose of in Waveland.</p> + +<p>She managed, by this means, to obtain, from time to +time, small sums of money, which, if they did not +materially aid her, at least made her feel a little more +independent. Among other things, which her friend +suggested that she might be able to dispose of to advantage, +was a prettily shaped basket of some frosty white +material, whose glittering, transparent beauty was +relieved by bright-tinted flowers, with long, creeping +vines, and leaves of a vivid green. It took some time +for its completion, and when it was finished, Clemence +hoped that its extreme beauty would captivate the eyes +of somebody who had means to pay somewhat of its +real value.</p> + +<p>"Beautiful!" exclaimed the shop-keeper who purchased +all Clemence's articles. "I'm afraid, Miss, you +won't find ready sale for it here, though. There ain't +many that can appreciate a thing like that in this village. +I would not venture to run the risk myself, but +if it was anything in the way of finery now, it would +be different. If you will embroider some of those gay +scarfs and slippers, and some more of the children's +fixins, I'll buy them, for they take mightily."</p> + +<p>"Then you don't think I can dispose of this at any +rate?" asked Clemence, despondingly. "I need the +money very much."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> +"I know you do," said the man compassionately, +gazing into the girl's pale face. "You ought not to +be working at anything after such a dangerous illness. +Perhaps you had better leave it here for a few days, +and I will see if I cannot get any orders for you."</p> + +<p>"Very well," said Clemence, "I should be greatly +obliged if you would," and she turned away more +hopefully.</p> + +<p>Upon her next inquiry, she found that a Mrs. Burton +had desired her to call, with specimens of her work, at +her house, which, by the way, was <i>the</i> mansion of the +place. Clemence had heard much of this lady, but was +not personally acquainted with her.</p> + +<p>"It's all right," said the brisk, little storekeeper. +"I think she is the very one for you to go to, for she +has plenty of money at her command. She took quite +a fancy to the basket of flowers, and inquired all about +you, asking if you would not call and see her directly."</p> + +<p>Clemence gladly followed the advice thus given her, +and after a walk of about half a mile, found herself at +Mrs. Burton's residence. The lady herself came to the +door. Clemence introduced herself.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, you are the one Mr. Weston was speaking +about, and I told him I thought I might be able to +help you in some manner."</p> + +<p>Clemence thanked her, wondering inwardly, at the +same moment, if it <i>was</i> as disgraceful to be poor as +many people seemed to think it. This was not the first +time this thought had arisen in her mind. She had +suffered before having any experience in the matter, +that, in a country like this, where nearly all of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> +wealthy and influential members of society have arisen +from obscurity, that honest labor was really no disgrace, +and that if a person offered a fair equivalent for money, +either by the labor of the hands or brain, that it was +a very laudable thing to do.</p> + +<p>But, upon having to make the trial, she had been +not a little astonished at the result. She found that if +she offered her articles even below their real value, that +it was considered an act of magnanimity for the purchaser +to hand out the miserable pittance that was her +due. She had many times been told, insolently, "I +do this to help you, because Mr. or Miss, 'This, That or +the Other' told me you were poor and obliged to support +yourself by this means," and this, when the one +who uttered it knew that they had got twice the worth +of their money, and were congratulating themselves +over thus taking advantage of another's necessities; +nor was her own, as she well knew, by observation, an +exceptional case. Everywhere vulgarity and ignorance +can flaunt itself before the admiring eyes of the multitude, +while gold hides with its glitter every defect.</p> + +<p>Yet, what could she do to protect herself? If she +resented these indignities with honest pride, what would +become of her, and that other who looked to her for +support? Whatever it is possible for <i>manly</i> pride and +independence to achieve, there is nothing for a woman +but submission.</p> + +<p>Clemence Graystone had long ere this put away all +hopes of earthly happiness, and lived only by the light of +an approving conscience. She took her troubles to her +Heavenly Father, and in His smile forgot that the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> +world frowned. She had the consciousness within her +of having done her whole duty, and she lived not for +this world alone. She felt that she was only one of +the many, and she cared not for distinction among those +she despised. The fickle multitude elevate to-day and +dethrone to-morrow, leaving their once petted favorite +to whatever fate may await them.</p> + +<p>Thoughts like these floated through Clemence's mind, +as she followed Mrs. Burton into the parlor, and took +a seat.</p> + +<p>"You have seen a good deal of trouble, I believe," +said the lady, scanning the girl's face closely. +"Yes, madame," said Clemence, briefly.</p> + +<p>"This is a world of trouble," she went on, applying +her handkerchief to her eyes. "I, too, have my +full share. I am deeply afflicted. Miss Graystone, I +am an unloved wife."</p> + +<p>She began to sob hysterically at this announcement, +and to weave backwards and forwards in her chair, +while her listener shifted a little uneasily upon her +seat, wondering what could possibly be coming now.</p> + +<p>"Yes," she said mournfully, "the man who vowed +at the altar to love and cherish the treasure committed +to his keeping, has proved recreant to the trust reposed +in him. Look on this ethereal form, and upon this +brow shadowed with grief, and at these eyes that have +grown dim with weeping for one who is all unworthy +of my devotion. Alas! that I should come to this, +who was once surrounded by everything that could +make life a blessing. This hand, that others prized, +and sued for in vain, is unvalued now. On my wedding<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> +day, one of my rejected suitors came to my new-made +husband, and exclaimed, in accents of deep despair,—'Charles +Burton, you have won her from those +who would have devoted their whole lives to her service, +and counted it as nothing, that they might bask +in the sunlight of her presence; and I warn you, guard +well the priceless jewel. You have forever placed a +bar to my happiness in this world, but if you never +cause one feeling of regret for this day to rise in that +gentle bosom, all is well. I can deny myself for one I +love better than life itself.'</p> + +<p>"<i>This</i> was the man whose suit I scorned, to listen to +that of the perfidious being whose name I bear. I am +a miserable victim. Life is unsupportable to me. Next +spring, if my husband does not return, like the prodigal, +remorseful and repentant, I shall become a missionary, +and give my life for the cause I love."</p> + +<p>Here came a renewal of tears and heart-rending +sighs. Clemence watched the woman in undisguised +amazement, as she arose and paced the room, wringing +her hands in the most woe-begone manner imaginable. +Her wild appearance immediately suggested the idea +that she might be suffering from temporary aberration +of mind.</p> + +<p>Clemence rose with a quick thrill of fear. "Since +you are indisposed for company," she said, "perhaps +you would not care to be troubled with my little affairs +at present. I can call again some time next week, if +you desire it."</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes," said Mrs. Burton, "come again, when +I am feeling better. This pressure on my brain will<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> +be relieved. Hush! do not say more, the servant will +hear you. I am watched, and have no liberty to speak +of my troubles without watching my opportunity. +Good-bye, now, you can leave the basket until you +come again, when I will remunerate you sufficiently."</p> + +<p>"The woman must be insane; do you not think so, +Ulrica?" asked Clemence of her friend, after she had +concluded a narrative of her interview.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps," said Mrs. Hardyng, doubtingly. "It +looks like it, her talking about being watched, but I am +of the opinion that a jealous, passionate temper has +more to do with these paroxysms than anything else. +She has always had the name of ruling her husband, +and her scowling, swarthy visage, and evil-looking +eyes, seem to substantiate her claim to possessing +strong, vixenish proclivities. I fancy they are quite +well matched, however, and that clouds in their domestic +horizon are of every day occurrence. Neither +should I at all relish the idea of being taken into the +lady's confidence, for after they have got over their +quarrel, they will be apt to lay the blame upon a convenient +third, and I should not covet the distinction."</p> + +<p>"Well, I have only once more to go," said Clemence, +"and shall take care to be guarded in my +remarks."</p> + +<p>Which resolution was followed to the letter, when she +found herself again in Mrs. Burton's parlor. The lady +was cool and dignified when they met, but soon relapsed +into a tearful state. Clemence was again forced +to listen patiently to a long recital of Mr. Burton's +shortcomings and disagreeable qualities, both of a positive<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> +and negative order, and felt sure before it came +to an end, that she was much better acquainted with +the dark side of that gentleman's character than she +cared to be.</p> + +<p>Her position was a delicate one. Somehow, she +could not help thinking, as she looked at the face before +her, that, arrayed in its pleasantest smiles, it +could, by the barest possibility, be only passable, and +now looked really hideous in its disgusting and futile +rage. Really, if there could be any excuse for such +domestic infidelities as had been pictured so graphically, +Mr. Burton certainly ought to have the benefit +of them, for he seemed to be almost as much "sinned +against as sinning."</p> + +<p>As soon as she could get away without positive rudeness, +she did so. Mrs. Burton had declined to become +a purchaser of her articles, retreating from her former +protestations of benevolence, under the plea that her +wretch of a husband curtailed her supply of means, in +order to gratify his own avaricious disposition.</p> + +<p>"Just as I expected," said Mrs. Hardyng. "The +true state of the case is this: that woman is a jealous, +narrow-minded, illiberal creature, with a tongue 'hung +in the middle.' She wanted to get you there simply +to satisfy her own idle curiosity, and insult you with +her insolent patronage. You have made another enemy, +and that is all there is of it."</p> + +<p>"I hope it will prove all there is of it," said Clemence, +uneasily. "I am sure I owe her no ill will, and I +can't imagine why any body should wish to injure me,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> +for I try not to offend them, but simply wish to mind +my own business, and allow others to do the same."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hardyng laughed musically. "Why, child, +that is the supreme cause of all your unpopularity. +You mind your own business too much for these good +people. You are not as old as I am, and you seem to +have got a one-sided view of matters and things generally. +I dare say, at this moment your unsophisticated +mind harbors some such creed as this, that if you pursue +your own poor and worthy way in meekness and +humility, without obtruding yourself upon other people's +notice—in short, only ask to be left in peace to +follow the bent of your own harmless inclination, that +you do not ask what it is impossible to accomplish. +But you are mistaken. There is no one so poor and humble +but what these little great people will find time +to criticise and find fault with whatever they may +undertake. So, no matter how modest and unobtrusive +you are, by comporting yourself in a dignified and +lady-like manner, you offer an affront to these people, +who, though themselves deficient in every attribute of +politeness and good breeding, yet are sufficiently instructed +by their dulled instincts, to realize your infinite +superiority, and hate you accordingly."</p> + +<p>"Why, Ulrica," said Clemence, startled by her +friend's vehemence, "you quite overwhelm me. I wish, +though," she added; with a sigh, "that I could doubt +the truthfulness of the picture."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII</h2> + + +<p>"What are you doing there, Clemence?" asked her +friend; "not destroying that pretty article, I hope."</p> + +<p>"Yes and no," was the reply. "Upon examination, +I find that it has become quite soiled, and thought +I would make another frame to put these same flowers +into."</p> + +<p>"Now, that is really too bad, making you so much +extra trouble when you are feeling so ill. I noticed, +though, that it had lost its freshness and purity—looking, +in fact, as if some careless servant had swept on it."</p> + +<p>"I presume that is the case," said Clemence; "any +way, it is completely ruined now."</p> + +<p>"What can this mean?" she exclaimed, a moment +after, holding up a lady's gold pin. "Is it not somewhat +remarkable to find an article of this description +here?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Ulrica Hardyng, coming forward, with +an expression of contempt upon her fine features. "I +can't say as I consider it so. I can understand precisely +the motive that induced that woman to plot this +piece of mischief. She meant to ruin you, Clemence, +in the estimation of the whole community; in short, to +brand you as dishonest. If you had effected a sale of +the article, without examining it closely, you would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> +never have detected the proximity of this valuable ornament, +and when it was called for, which would surely +have occurred, you could not, as a matter of course, +have produced it. Do you not see the whole trap at a +glance?"</p> + +<p>"What have I not escaped?" ejaculated Clemence, +pale with agitation. "What motive could possibly +have led a comparative stranger to act thus?"</p> + +<p>"There are numberless reasons," replied her friend. +"The woman had placed herself, to a certain extent, +in your power, by her uncalled for revelations of their +domestic affairs, and she wished to have something to +hold as a rod over you."</p> + +<p>"Don't you think it might have been an accident?" +willing, as usual, to believe every one but herself in +the right.</p> + +<p>"No," said Mrs. Hardyng, indignantly, "it was a +premeditated act, as deliberate as it was infernal. My +innocent darling, God has protected you, and vanquished +your enemy."</p> + +<p>"What base, designing people there are in the +world," sighed the girl, sinking down by the couch +upon which her friend reclined, upon her return from +a walk the next evening. "You were right, Ulrica. +I read in that woman's guilty face, to-night, the confirmation +of my doubts."</p> + +<p>"She did not admit it?" said the other, starting +up eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Not in words, but her looks proclaimed her part +in the transaction more eloquently than any form of +speech. She knew that I read her craven soul as I +stood before her."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> +"This is too much?" said Mrs. Hardyng, rising and +pacing the floor in violent agitation. "I will see to +this matter myself, for it is too great an insult to be +borne patiently without the charge of cowardice."</p> + +<p>A few days after, as Clemence was walking, with +downcast eyes, in the direction of her friend's residence, +she met in the narrow pathway two gentlemen, one of +whom raised his hat respectfully, and paused to speak +with her.</p> + +<p>It was Mr. Gilman, one of the school committee. +Clemence respected and venerated him, and had on +many an occasion felt grateful that his influence was +generously exerted in her behalf.</p> + +<p>The gentleman paused now to say that he had nothing +to do with her dismissal from school, having used +every argument in her favor, in vain. He concluded +by professing himself more than satisfied with her +services, and convinced of her ability as a teacher; +desired her to refer to him for a recommendation to +any situation that she might have in view.</p> + +<p>Clemence thanked him gratefully, and walked on +with a lightened heart. She remembered, afterwards, +that this gentleman's companion had been introduced +by the name of Burton.</p> + +<p>This latter personage had a little burly figure, with +head carried very erect upon a short, thick neck, that +looked still shorter from the long, flowing beard, thickly +sprinkled with gray.</p> + +<p>He did not look like a "wretch," nor yet, as if he +had sufficient energy or capacity for any deep scheme +of villainy. Still she felt sure this was the individual<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> +whose shortcomings and misdeeds generally, she had +heard descanted upon.</p> + +<p>Clemence laughed, as she wondered how it was possible +for any one to be so carried away by their feelings, +as to be jealous of a submissive looking little +man like this. Yet, having fallen in love with him +once herself, and forgetting that youth had flown, and +that the husband of her youth was only a plodding, +middle-aged family man, it was not so very remarkable +that a naturally jealous woman, like Mrs. Charles Burton, +should imagine that her especial property was +coveted by all those of her own sex who were not similarly +blessed.</p> + +<p>"Poor woman!" thought Clemence, "she is a victim +to her own unhappy temper."</p> + +<p>She forgot the circumstance altogether, and it was +only recalled to mind when the village postmaster +handed her a letter, which read thus:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Miss Clemence Graystone</span>:</p> + +<p>Miss—On Thursday, the 23d instant, you were seen by certain parties, +on a secluded avenue of this village, in earnest conversation with +two gentlemen,—one of whom was Mr. Charles Burton. Report +gives him the character of a perfidious and unfaithful husband. How +then does it look for a young lady, whose name is now the subject of +idle gossip, to indiscreetly hazard her reputation still more by such +intercourse. There could be but one object in this, which was, doubtless, +<i>revenge</i>. But, let me ask, what will it profit you, to add still +greater pangs to that already suffered by one who mourns the loss of her +husband's affections? Know that, through all, she will cling to him, +for she loves him still, and is a devoted wife and mother. Nothing +of coldness or neglect on <i>his</i> part can change <i>her</i> feelings, or turn her +from the path of duty. As a friend and a Christian, the writer of +this would calmly advise you to abandon all efforts either to see or<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> +communicate in any manner with the gentleman, upon any subject +whatever; not even in the presence of a third party, as there is said +to be an official who watches over the interests of a wronged and +heart-broken wife.</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Watcher</span>.</p></div> + +<p>"Really, this is assuming a tragical character," said +Mrs. Hardyng, to whom Clemence went at once for +advice. "'The plot thickens,' as the story-books say. +Why, child, take courage; you will be a heroine yet, +and I shall be thrown completely in the shade—left +disconsolate and forlorn."</p> + +<p>"Don't jest," said Clemence, shuddering. "You +can't think, Ulrica, how all this pains me. I never +dreamed of such a result of my efforts, but rather supposed, +if we tried to do 'what their hand found to do,' +patiently, they would be borne out in their undertakings. +I am innocent of premeditated wrong to +any one."</p> + +<p>"There, don't cry!" said Mrs. Hardyng. "This +is only a passing cloud, and your future will be all +the brighter for the shadow which now threatens to +envelop you in its gloomy folds."</p> + +<p>"I wish I could think so," said Clemence. She took +her hat mechanically as she said this, and went out, +hardly knowing whither to bend her steps, but feeling +stifled, and wanting to be alone.</p> + +<p>By-and-by she found herself seated by a new-made +grave. A memory of the pale, patient little face, that +used to haunt her footsteps, came to her, and she +thought sadly of the child's unhappy fate.</p> + +<p>The daylight faded slowly out of the western +heavens; the shades of evening gathered round. Suddenly,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> +as the girl sat absorbed, a tiny hand stole into +hers, and two sorrowful, tear-filled eyes sought her +own. It was little Ruth, who had missed her, and +whose loving heart would not allow her to rest while +one she loved suffered.</p> + +<p>They walked homeward together, under the starlit +canopy, and Clemence thought that, whatever might +come to her, there was one whose pure affection was +wholly her own.</p> + +<p>"Here, child, is another letter for you!" said Mrs. +Hardyng, coming in from the village the following +day. "You are getting to be a personage of some importance, +I perceive."</p> + +<p>"Why, who can it be from?" queried Clemence. +"I have no correspondents."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps another anonymous communication," said +her friend. "Open it and see, for I am dying of +curiosity."</p> + +<p>"It is from dear Mrs. Linden," said Clemence. +"Here is what she writes:"</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">"My Absent Darling</span>: Why have you not written or come to +me? By your long silence I have been led to infer that you may +not have anything pleasant to communicate, and, therefore, fear to +disturb me with the narration of your misfortunes. I have looked +for your return for shelter from the home from which you went forth, +like some weary bird with drooping wing and plaintive song. That +home is always open to you, with its fond welcome. Can you have +found new friends who have grown dearer than her who bade you +good-bye with a prayer in her heart for your future? If you are +happy, which God grant, then I am content. But I have a strong +presentiment of evil; and I fear, I know not what, when my thoughts +turn to you. There was a promise about coming back when tired of +your experiment. I mean to hold my wayward one by that promise.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> +Do you recollect being accused of too much independence? If I remember +correctly, Mrs. Bailey thought that one of your greatest +faults, that needed speedy correction. I don't want you to exercise +it towards your old friend. Some of these days, if I do not hear +from or see her, I shall come and claim my daughter.</p> + +<p>"It can't be possible that you have found anybody in that out-of-the-way +locality to feel particularly interested in—eh, Clemence? I +have sometimes thought that some other more famed mortal engrossed +the affection that belongs, by prior claim, to me. Don't encourage +any of those rustics, for I have somebody here so infinitely +superior to any one whom I ever met before that I have decided that +there is only one girl in the world worthy of him. Now, if I have +aroused your curiosity sufficiently to have you call for 'more,' I will +change the subject, and give you a little of the gossip that I know +will interest you.</p> + +<p>"The last sensation is nothing else than the elopement of Melinda +Brown with a curly-haired hotel waiter. Imagine the scene when +the fact became known to the disconsolate Brown <i>mere</i>. The girl +has found her level at last, my dear. It was all time and trouble +thrown away trying to make anything of her. Melinda could not +be a lady, because, as I always contended, it wasn't in her. She is +now in her proper sphere. I hear that her husband has set up in +the same business in which his worthy papa-in-law began life. Melinda +lives in apartments over the grocery, and enjoys life hugely, as +she never did in the elegant mansion she has left forever.</p> + +<p>"I've still another wedding to chronicle. You surely have not +forgotten our fair Cynthia, the former confidante of Mrs. P. Crandall +Crane, but now, alas! her friend no longer, but that lady's deadliest +foe. But to 'begin at the beginning:'</p> + +<p>"Some months ago Mrs. Crane made the acquaintance of some +new people, whom she hastened to describe and present to her dearest +friend. One of them was a young gentleman, of fair, effeminate +beauty and manners, and extreme youth. In fact, he had but just +been emancipated from the strictest discipline of stern tutors. This +fortunate youth was the sole heir of a wealthy and indulgent step-father, +who had followed the remains of a second 'dear departed' to +the grave, and was said to be inconsolable, living but to secure the +happiness of this only son of his cherished and lost Amelia. The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span> +gentleman, whose name was Townsend, purchased an elegant villa +at a convenient distance from the city, and installed therein a faraway +cousin as housekeeper. This worthy person was immediately +surrounded by the Crane clique, who made her long and oft-repeated +visits, until, no doubt, she wondered greatly at the cause of her popularity. +Of course, being only a poor dependent on the bounty of +her relative, she was naturally pleased and flattered at being the object +of so much friendly regard, and she took every pains to make +herself agreeable to her new-found friends. Another fact proved +the gratitude of her disposition, and that was the praises which were +continually lavished upon the gentleman over whose mansion she +presided. In this poor woman's estimation, Mr. Townsend was a +model man. It had been her valued privilege to visit him occasionally +during the lifetime of the second Mrs. T., and nothing from her +description could have been more beautiful than his devotion to the +lady during her long and lingering illness. Besides, he had taken +her son to his home and heart, and had given every one to understand +that this young Addison Brayton was to be the future possessor +of that vast wealth. To come to the point at once, Mrs. P. Crandall +Crane 'sighted them,' and mentally appropriated the young gentleman +for her own Lucinda. To that end, she schemed and labored, +and, just as the darling prospect seemed about to be brought to a +final consummation, fate, in the person of her friend Cynthia, interfered +to put a stop to the proceedings by marrying the young gentleman +herself! Words are inadequate to describe the scene that followed +upon this denouement. Mrs. Crane was in absolute despair +for a time, until a new idea entered her fertile brain. Mr. Townsend, +in the first paroxysm of rage, had disowned the recreant youth, +and turned him from his doors without a farthing of the wealth that +was to have been his princely inheritance. That much abused gentleman +had no nearer relations than the far-removed cousin before +referred to, and consequently here was a magnificent fortune, with +only the encumbrance of a fine-looking, well-preserved gentleman, +actually going a begging. The thing was not to be thought of for a +moment.</p> + +<p>"'Many a heart is caught in the rebound.' 'It would be a pretty +piece of revenge!' soliloquized Mrs. Crane, complacently, 'if Lucinda +should yet reign mistress of that mansion, for all Mr. Addison Brayton. +How it <i>would</i> spite Cynthia!' With renewed energy, but this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> +time more cautiously, the sagacious lady laid her trap for the unwary +footsteps of the unconscious Townsend. He was a frequent visitor at +the house, feeling always sure of a warm welcome from the urbane +hostess. The plan worked admirably, and at last the gentleman +called to solicit a private interview with the contractor.</p> + +<p>"'Mr. Crane is not at home,' said his smiling lady, 'but you can +leave the message with me.'</p> + +<p>"'Ah, yes!' said Mr. Townsend, with evident embarrassment; +'no doubt you will do equally as well. I called, my dear madam, +to—ah—solicit a great boon at your hands. You are aware how bitterly +I have been betrayed by those whom I trusted.'</p> + +<p>"'Yes,' put in Mrs. Crane, sympathetically.</p> + +<p>"'And you have, I know, felt for my lonely and desolate situation.'</p> + +<p>"'I have, indeed,' said the lady.</p> + +<p>"'Since I have been intimately acquainted with your charming +family, I have learned to value, and, in short, feel a deep attachment, +for one whom, I believe, fate intended to fill the place of my lost +loves!'</p> + +<p>"'My own Lucinda!' interrupted the other, raising her handkerchief +to conceal her satisfaction. 'Dear girl, it will be hard to +part with her. You cannot realize a mother's feelings, Mr. Townsend!'</p> + +<p>"'But,' cried the gentleman, in tones of surprise and alarm, 'I do +not call upon you for so great a sacrifice. It was not Miss Lucinda +that I meant, but another, to whom I have reason to think I am not +altogether disagreeable. Surely you cannot be ignorant of my profound +affection for your self-sacrificing sister, the widow of my late +respected friend, Deane Phelps!'</p> + +<p>"'Oh!' tittered Mrs. Crane, starting with great violence from her +seat; 'you mean Jane. Well, I'm glad she's got somebody to think +something of her at last. I congratulate you upon the prize you've +won. I shall make all haste to impart the agreeable intelligence.'</p> + +<p>"'You artful specimen of an underhand nobody!' said Mrs. P. +Crandall, bursting into the room where the little widow stood, looking +really pretty with her soft flush of happy expectation in her +face. 'You'll rue this day, if I live!'</p> + +<p>"'Oh, sister, don't!' said the low, grieved voice of the other. 'I do +so want your love and sympathy.'</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> +"'Love and sympathy be d-d-darned!' sputtered Mrs. Crane, working +her long fingers convulsively. 'Walk out of this room in a hurry, +before I scratch your eyes out, you soft little caterpillar!'</p> + +<p>"'Ruined! ruined! ruined!' she cried, sinking down and bursting +into a passionate flood of tears. 'Everything goes crossways. This +is a doomed family. Crane can't keep up appearances a week +longer, and Lucinda will be washing dishes in Jane Phelps' kitchen +yet.' Which prophecy will, in all probability, yet become literally +true.</p> + +<p>"I had these facts from Mrs. Jane Phelps Townsend, who told me +that her brother-in-law had lost all of his ill-gotten gains, and, unless +her husband assisted them, they would sink into the lowest depths of +poverty.</p> + +<p>"I'm just hateful enough to feel glad of it, too, Clemence. I never +knew, until lately, that I could be wicked enough to rejoice over +other people's calamities. But I can't help it. Last week I took +a roll of fine sewing to Mrs. Addison Brayton. 'What are you crying +about now, Cynthia?' I asked of the disconsolate figure that sat +crouched over a sewing machine.</p> + +<p>"'Oh, Mrs. Linden, I'm so unhappy,' she whined. 'There is a +cold winter coming on, and I don't know but we shall actually +starve to death before spring.'</p> + +<p>"I remembered the insolent remarks of this lady, and the rest of +her set, when a certain little bright-haired pet of mine was similarly +situated, and tormented, like Martha, about 'many things.'</p> + +<p>"It needed all my Christian charity and forbearance to keep from +actually twitting her on the spot. I can't help but pity the forlorn +creature, though. She's married that little spendthrift, who was +brought up in idleness to rely on his expectations. They don't either +of them know anything about work, now they are thrown upon their +own resources. That is not the worst of it. The boy has dissipated +habits, that I fear will cause Cynthia yet to bitterly regret the step +she has taken against the advice of their best friends. However, +they must make the best of what cannot be recalled. Then, too, she +is married; and, if it be true that happiness consists in securing the +objects that allure us, then should Cynthia be happy that she has at +length attained the object of her life-long ambition, and can at last<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> +write <i>Mrs.</i> to her name. She is no longer an old maid, which is +something gained, in her estimation.</p> + +<p>"The youthful husband seems the most to be pitied of the two. On +my way home I met him, shabby and forlorn enough, and <i>what</i> do +you suppose he was doing? Positively in the capacity of errand +boy, carrying parcels to deliver. He is an under-paid drudge in a +retail grocery, on starvation wages. He turned purple with mortification, +and pretended not to see me. 'Oh, my countrymen, what a +fall was there!'</p> + +<p>"But I am afraid I have shocked your forgiving spirit by my +hardness of heart until you are ready to deplore the depravity of +human nature. My tender one! I am not like you. It comes hard +for Alicia Linden to overlook injustice or forgive her enemies.</p> + +<p>"She has always a place in her heart, though, for absent dear ones, +and she often thinks regretfully of one sweet face that used to smile +at her hearthstone.</p> + +<p>"Can you not come to me, Clemence?</p> + +<p>"Last Sabbath I went to place my offering of flowers at the graves +of our buried dead. The golden glory of the autumn day poured +its heavenly radiance into the far depths of my soul. How lovely +looked the silent resting-place of our dear ones. I thought sadly of +you, and wished you were near me, to mingle your tears with mine.</p> + +<p>"As it is, I can only pray that God will guard you with loving +care.</p> + +<p class="center">Your affectionate</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Alicia</span>."</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII.</h2> + + +<p>It was Thursday afternoon. The "Ladies' Charitable +Society of Waveland" had assembled at the house +of its President. The usual business of the meeting +had been dispatched, and the ladies were engaged in +the more congenial employment of retailing the village +gossip.</p> + +<p>"Have you observed," queried Mrs. Dr. Little, "how +wretchedly ill that young Graystone woman is looking? +The doctor was saying, only this morning, that he +thought she was in a decline."</p> + +<p>"I suppose its botheration, for one thing," said Mrs. +Brier. "She had ought to have been more circumspect, +and then she would have kept her position. I +don't see how she can live without work, any more +than anybody else. We can't be expected, though, to +want a person with her morals contaminating our innocent +children. That girl has travelled the downward +road with awful rapidity since she came here. Just to +think, she has been the talk of the town!"</p> + +<p>"I have been greatly afraid," said Mrs. Little, "that +the Society would be called upon to help her, if she +gets worse again; She seems to be living, at present, +on that widow Hardyng. How are those two to get +through the winter, I should like to know? As for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> +the child, it will have to be bound out to somebody who +will make it work, and then there will be an end of all +these mincing lady airs. One thing I know, it's out of +our power to help them. She must have some relations +somewhere, I should think. I wonder what her +antecedents really are, any way. I could never quite +make the girl out yet."</p> + +<p>"Then I am a little shrewder than the rest of you, +that's all," spoke up the voice of Mrs. Caroline Newcomer. +"I found her out some time ago. Listen, +ladies, all of you who have any curiosity upon the subject. +I learned her whole history through one of my +servants, who had lived in the same city from whence +this mysterious personage came. By a curious coincidence, +these Graystones, mother and daughter, came +and took lodgings beneath the same lowly roof to +which the poverty of this Mrs. Baily had driven her +for shelter.</p> + +<p>"Of their former life, my informant knew little, but +when she first became acquainted with them, they were +miserably poor, and in debt to their landlady. At +length Miss Clemence Graystone succeeded, by the +rarest good fortune, in obtaining a position as governess +in a wealthy family. She was, however, afterwards +dismissed, (as Mrs. Baily afterwards learned, through +one of the employees,) in disgrace, for having designs +upon a young gentleman of fortune—the uncle, I believe, +of her pupils.</p> + +<p>"How they managed to live on through the winter +was a wonder to the whole household, or pay the +expenses of the widow Graystone's sickness and death,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> +which occurred in the spring. The landlady seemed to +think everything of them, and refused to satisfy anybody's +curiosity in regard to the matter. The girl +Clemence went away with a strange woman, as soon +as she recovered from an illness that followed her +mother's death; and that was the last known of her +until she turns up here, to make capital out of her pale +face and mourning garments, which, I dare say, she +thinks look interesting.</p> + +<p>"So that is the whole story about this young woman, +who is probably at this moment laughing quietly in her +sleeve, at the clever way she has imposed upon the inhabitants +of this benighted village. I took pains, since her +dismissal by the School Committee, to write and find out +these particulars; and while I was about it, I thought +I would also make an effort to discover something of +the former life of the woman who calls herself Ulrica +Hardyng. I always had my suspicions of her, which +you will see have been duly verified;"—and she proceeded +to relate, with great animation, to the gaping +crowd around her, a garbled account of the misfortunes +of the divorced wife.</p> + +<p>"And now, madam," said a calm, low voice behind +her, as she finished speaking, "since you are so good +at relating other people's histories, suppose you give +these worthy persons, a similar account of your own +proceedings and peregrinations?"</p> + +<p>It was none other than Ulrica Hardyng, who stood +before her in <i>propria personae</i>. She had, in pursuance +of a resolution made some weeks before, determined<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> +to be present, although uninvited, at this meeting, +and justify her friend before her numerous assailants.</p> + +<p>"<i>You</i> here?" articulated the woman, guiltily, as she +gazed fearfully at the stern, set face before her.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I am here," was the reply, in a voice that +trembled with outraged feeling, despite the powerful +effort for self-control; "to prove that I know you at +last, as the woman who won my husband from me.</p> + +<p>"Good people," she said, turning to the astonished +and abashed spectators, "this woman has told you the +truth, mainly, concerning me, at least; but with one +reservation. She is the daughter of this Mrs. Bailey, +whom she represented as a servant, and the cast-off +mistress of the Geoffrey Westbourne who was once my +husband."</p> + +<p>A denial trembled upon the lips of the woman, who +shrank away in abject terror, but her voice failed her. +The impassible face that looked down upon her seemed +the very personification of unrelenting justice.</p> + +<p>"Woman," she said coldly, "your sin has found you +out."</p> + +<p>The groveling figure suddenly erected itself with a +defiant gesture. "Well, and what of that?" rising, +and looking boldly around. "It must have happened +some time or other, and I'm sick of this whining +hypocrisy. I had rather go back to the old life again, +where there is no restraint. But I am as good as the +rest, I tell you, Ulrica Hardyng. These women, who +profess Christianity, have deliberately robbed a poor, +innocent, unoffending girl of her reputation, because +they were jealous of her youth and fair looks, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> +mental superiority. Besides that, a dozen or more of +these pious ladies were in love with the man who +wanted to marry her, in the face of them all, and who +was cooly rejected. I would have defended the poor +thing myself, but <i>you</i> had to take up on her side, and +then, because the friend of one I hate can only be my +enemy, I sought to drag her down to my own level."</p> + +<p>"And you put the finishing stroke to your malicious +efforts," said that lady, "to-day by a tissue of falsehoods +against her. At present I shall not attempt to +refute these assertions, knowing that right will ultimately +triumph. I understand <i>your</i> tactics thoroughly, +Caroline Bailey, and I am not even surprised that +you are ashamed to own your wretched parent, who has +put you in possession of these few facts mixed with so +much falsehood."</p> + +<p>"How did you learn my real name?" asked the +woman in amazement.</p> + +<p>"Through an old friend whom I persuaded to trace +out your whole career," was the reply. "I could have +forgiven <i>my</i> wrongs at your hands, but when you saw +fit to attack that inoffensive girl, I determined to unmask +you."</p> + +<p>"And much good may it do you," was the cool rejoinder. +"I am tired of this monotonous existence, +and had already decided soon to leave this humdrum +village. As for proving your assertions, you need not +be at the trouble. I do not deny a word you have +uttered. It's all true, and more."</p> + +<p>"I had a few twinges of conscience," she added +sneeringly, "and thought I'd change my mode of life;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> +but it was never in me to behave like a saint. People +follow the bent of their inclinations most generally. +I've heard many good, but mistaken persons pity +women who had gone wrong, and try faithfully to +reclaim them, but it's all lost labor. Most of them +take the downward road because it's the easiest, and +comes natural, and after a time it's impossible to reform +them, with a precious few exceptions. I've found +out, though, since my short and sweet experience in +this community, that I ain't the worst creature in the +world. Say what you will, I am just as good at this +moment as the rest of the women here. This girl that +they have persecuted is about the only decent body +among them. That's why they hate her, for being a +continual reproof to them."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you need not nod, and wink, and draw away +from me as though I was contagion," she said vindictively, +"I know you all. I happen to be in the confidence +of a certain gentleman that some of you know +too intimately for your own good. You, for instance, +Mrs. Brier, (glancing meaningly at the little woman,) +and you, Mrs. Charles Burton, and you, and you, +(pointing in rapid succession to several demure looking +ladies who had eyed her with glances of apprehension.) +It's about time for Mrs. Euphrasia Anastasia Strain to +begin to keep an eye on her husband's movements, if +she happens to be the least bit of a jealous nature."</p> + +<p>These concluding remarks produced a decided sensation. +Every lady rose simultaneously to their feet. +Mrs. Brier fainted, and dropped limp and lifeless and +unobserved. The Editor's lady went into hysterics,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> +the demure-looking females "lifted up their voices and +wept," and everybody but Betsey Pryor seemed struck +with general consternation. "Thank goodness!" exclaimed +the last mentioned lady, pursing up her thin +lips, "<i>I</i> never had anything to do with the men. +Nobody can accuse me of that, anyway."</p> + +<p>Which was but too true.</p> + +<p>The spinster having uttered this emphatic remark, +folded her garments over her immaculate bosom and +went forth to seek consolation in a cup of Mrs. Wynn's +good tea.</p> + +<p>Profiting by her example, the others immediately +bent their steps to their respective homes, and that +was the last meeting of the Society ever held in that +village. It then and there, at the height of its apparent +prosperity, came to an untimely end, to the lasting +grief and shame of a few worthy souls, and the amusement +of many more, who were wicked enough to rejoice +over its ignominious downfall.</p> + +<p>Soon after Mrs. Caroline Newcomer left Waveland +to return no more, and not a little to the astonishment +of every one, Mr. Charles Burton sold his residence to +a wealthy gentleman and removed with his family to a +distant city.</p> + +<p>That was the only change that occurred except the +departure of Mrs. Euphrasia Anastasia Strain, who +went home about this time to visit her ma; and that +of Rose Wynn, who left off going to church and Sabbath +School, to become wholly invisible a few weeks +after.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> +"So this was the 'Caroline' who favored you with +all those anonymous communications," said Clemence +to her friend when they were discussing the affair together.</p> + +<p>"Yes, the very same," sighed Mrs. Hardyng. "She +doubtless followed me at the instigation of Geoffrey +Westbourne to spy upon my actions and report to him. +I do not know what his object could have been, unless +he feared that I might seek to communicate with his +present wife, who I feel convinced is not a party to his +base transactions, and who believes him an injured +saint. Perhaps, too, he hoped to gain something +against me from these gossips, or knowing that I was +unaccustomed to poverty and isolation, believed that I +might break through these self-imposed barriers and +resort to crime. But he should know me better. It +is no relief from misery to plunge into infamy, but +only hurls the wretched victim into darker woes. I +know that I have been far from perfect, but the soul of +Ulrica Hardyng is free from the stain of crime. He +whom she served faithfully and conscientiously ought +to be the first to award the meed of praise, but in its +place there is only the bitter brand of a life-long disgrace."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe that even the best of men truly appreciate +the value of a pure-minded woman," said Clemence, +thoughtfully. "They are too gross and material, and +I have met with very few whose society seemed to have +a tendency to elevate. In the company of the majority +of men I feel a constraint and like uttering the +most commonplace remarks. Yet their idle curiosity<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> +leads them to seek to penetrate the very 'holy of +holies' (if I may be allowed the expression) of the +soul, and which they can neither understand nor appreciate."</p> + +<p>"Oh, child!" said the elder woman, coming to her +side; "my pure-browed darling, I pray God that you +may never suffer misery like mine. I had rather the +child's dream would be realized; that you might be +permitted to follow him, though my lonely heart aches +at the thought of losing you, than that you should be +dragged down to a life for which you are not fitted. +Never marry, Clemence, for you are more likely +to be wretched than happy. I have so little +faith in any man that I should fear for your future +if you were to bestow your affections upon any one. +I mean to guard you well hereafter; and I am sure +that there cannot be the least possibility of your ever +having met one to appreciate or awaken a feeling of +interest in your mind."</p> + +<p>The girl did not reply to this half-uttered query, +but a faint rose-tint swept into the pale cheeks, and +up to the blue-veined temples.</p> + +<p>"But to be an old maid, Ulrica," she said a moment +after, in a troubled tone; "it is a dreary future +for any woman to contemplate. It used to be the one +object of my ambition to devote my life to some good +cause, thinking that thus I might rise above worldly +cares, and grow nearer Heaven. But of late my +whole being shrinks from such a course."</p> + +<p>"It seems to me that a single woman cannot be as +useful as one 'whom the dignity of wifehood invests<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> +as with a garment.' You know there is a stigma attached +to old maids that must detract from their usefulness."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know," said Mrs. Hardyng; "and of late I +am beginning to think that it is, perhaps, in some cases +but too well merited. Do you know, dear, that all +the spinsters of my acquaintance have got married on +their very first offer? I can't help feeling a little +mortified that some of my models that I have held up +triumphantly as examples to prove the usefulness and +necessity of their existence, should have failed me in the +end."</p> + +<p>"There is Miss Aylmar, who amassed a fortune by +teaching a Ladies' Seminary. She was a pattern old +maid in my estimation. However, much to my chagrin, +when I thought she was nearly ready to receive, +after a long and useful life, the rewards for her good +deeds in another world, she suddenly assumed the airs +of a sixteen-year old boarding-school miss, and, after +trying in vain to captivate, by the weight of her golden +attractions, a young and handsome, but penniless professor, +succeeded at length in fastening a respectable +widower. She trots him out regularly every Sunday +with that ineffable smirk of satisfaction that only an +old maid can assume. Then there was Miss Anthon, +a demure little body, who wore her gray hair brushed +back from her placid face, without resort to hair dyes, +cosmetics, or other rejuvenating articles of the toilet. +She kept her eyes open, though, and in her unobtrusive +way, after lying in wait for her victim all these +long and weary years, she suddenly pounced upon a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> +fortune to reward her patient and persevering efforts. +You see, this woman had no capital of beauty, intellect +or money, and so she assumed the only <i>role</i> that a +quaint little creature like her could carry through +successfully. At the risk of her own life, she courageously +sat through a case of malignant typhoid, in +the hope of making an impression upon the heart of a +good-looking youth, by restoring to him his invalid +mother. Unfortunately for her purpose, the old lady +died, and, after finding that her disinterested efforts to +captivate the son were in vain, she turned her attention +to the task of consoling the disconsolate widower, +and is now mamma-in-law to the man she wanted +to marry."</p> + +<p>"You are not presenting a very attractive side of +the picture," said the other, laughing.</p> + +<p>"No, but a true one, nevertheless. I wish women +would be true to themselves."</p> + +<p>"There is another failing of our sex," said Clemence, +"that has often come under my notice; and it is +this: Let a gentleman enter society and have it whispered +around that he is what is called a 'ladies' man,' +with the added interest of one or two sensational anecdotes +of a young lady who went insane out of a +hopeless attachment for the gentlemanly scoundrel; +or that this or that infuriated husband who has challenged +him to mortal combat; and, though the stain +of murder be upon that man's soul, women who call +themselves virtuous will welcome him with approving +smiles.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> +"Why, I have been completely disgusted, and that +more than once, to hear women of the most exemplary +character praise and hang upon the words of these +smooth-tongued villains. I have now in my mind one +in particular, whom the world looks upon as a devoted +wife and mother, and who I think has never yet contemplated +sin. Yet I know better than herself, that +she is hovering on the brink of a precipice, that may, +at some future day, engulf all she loves, with herself, +in one common ruin.</p> + +<p>"Society, as it is now constituted, is dangerous, and +calculated to contaminate any pure-minded woman +who enters it, unless she be blessed with sufficient decision +of character to choose a strict line of conduct +and abide by it, at the risk of being called dull, prudish, +and uninteresting.</p> + +<p>"Those of the old school, with their rigid notions +of etiquette, their stately courtesy, and grave, dignified +manners, were far preferable to the style assumed +by Young America at the present day. Although not +deficient in a love for my country, I hardly wonder +that the people of the European cities which Americans +visit complain that these 'plebeian Yankees,' with +their 'loud' style, their fussy dressing to the extreme +of fashion, their slang, and their still more intolerable +'double <i>entendre</i>,' exert an unfavorable influence +upon society, and '<i>desecrate</i>' the places where they +tread."</p> + +<p>"I believe you are right," said Mrs. Hardyng; +"and it has struck me oddly enough that we, who are +so extremely opposite in every respect, should find so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> +many subjects upon which to agree. I have often +grieved over these foibles of our sex, not having failed +to observe, with regret, that there are fewer exceptions +than there should be.</p> + +<p>"Now, I should think, from the very nature of +things, that a woman would always instinctively defend +her own sex, and hurl contempt and scorn at +those who basely sought to take advantage of her +weakness. There seems to me to be <i>one</i>, all-powerful +reason why they should do this, and it has puzzled me +exceedingly to know <i>why</i>, with the self-love that all +women possess in common with each other, and their +natural tendency to jealousy, they should feel at all +elated at a tale of flattery that they <i>know</i> has been +rehearsed before, as often as there has been found one +to listen.</p> + +<p>"Now, it is no recommendation to <i>my</i> favor to realize +that I am only one of a dozen, and that Frizzolinda in +the parlor, or Jemima in the kitchen, would each prove +equally as acceptable in their turn; that the arm that +embraces <i>me</i>, has stolen with just as delicious uncertainty +around the cook's buxom waist, and that the +eyes that seek mine with such glances of affection +have sought with an equal fondness in their melting +depths those of every lady of my acquaintance. I'll +confess, if it <i>is</i> a weakness, for a woman who gives +everything to the man she loves, that I am exacting +enough to demand a more exclusive attachment than +this. 'Verily, these things ought not to be.' Women +should look to it; for I think there are some few social +reforms, that are of more vital importance to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span> +sex than even the right of 'suffrage' and the dictatorship +amid the councils of the nation. Few women care +for this last honor. The majority in America marry +early in life, and their highest ambition is to achieve +distinction in the social circle."</p> + +<p>"That brings me to think," said Clemence, "of the +flirtations between married couples, that we see going +on continually around us. I always had an idea that +I should not enjoy quite such a risky love affair as +they promise. Not but that, like every one else, I +suppose, I think it's very agreeable to be admired; +but then it's not tranquilizing to the nerves to remember +that a jealous wife may be cultivating her finger +nails with a view to exercising them upon one's countenance. +I prefer the 'human face divine' in its natural +state, being of the opinion with another that 'beauty +unadorned is adorned most.' Do you know, Ulrica, +that I lost my taste for guitar music listening to a little +pink-cheeked, simpering married woman, eternally +strumming to a Benedict of her acquaintance, in lovelorn +tones—'I'll be true to thee,'—accompanied by the +most languishing glances? I was the more disgusted, +too, when I recollected that this woman was the +lady Superintendent of an up-town Sabbath School, +and considered a pattern by every one. Besides, she +called herself a Christian, and a tender, loving mother, +while she absolutely stinted her children's food, in the +absence of her husband, who toiled early and late +in the counting-room, to buy finery to air before her +married beau, and make the jealous, passionate wife +whom he left waiting at home (and whom, she knew,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> +hated her as only a wronged woman <i>can</i> hate,) still +more miserable.</p> + +<p>"Oh," she added, shuddering at the contemplation +of this grievous sin, from which her pure soul recoiled, +"the Father knew the weakness of our common nature +when He taught us the daily prayer to avert temptation."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV.</h2> + + +<p>"I declare!" said Mrs. Wynn, looking up from the +gilt frames in Mrs. Swan's parlor, "the changes that +have been going on in Waveland do beat everything. +Only think of it! Why, the town hasn't been so +lively for years before. There used to be only an occasional +wedding or christening, or funeral; and +now, strange faces that no one knows anything about, +meet you at every turn."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't know about that!" said Mrs. Swan. +"There has only been one or two arrivals here; that +new family who brought out the Burtons, and the new +minister and his wife. By-the-bye, they say he married +her just before he came here, and that she was a +widow."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know that," replied the old lady. "I heard +the report, and, thinkin' it was only natural that we +should be a leetle curious about a woman who was a +goin' to give tone to our society, I made bold to ask +her about it. She put her handkercher to her eyes, +and cried the least bit, when she spoke of her former +pardner. 'Dear soul,' she said, 'he's in Heaven, but +the Lord's got work for me to do in this world yet, +Sister Wynn.' She's a leetle too dressy, and I'm most +afraid will set the young folks here an example of extravagance;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> +but I believe she means well, and expects +to do her whole duty."</p> + +<p>"Well, I shall wait for her works to prove her disposition," +said Mrs. Swan. "I believe that 'actions +speak louder than words.' I'll admit that Arguseye +<i>talks</i> well—she's a gift that way; but I ain't drawn to +her as I was to the dear motherly saint that has +left us."</p> + +<p>"No, you can't expect another like her. I don't +know what the old Elder will do, now; but it won't be +long before he'll follow her, in my opinion," was the +rejoinder.</p> + +<p>"She's gone to that happy land where the wicked +can never enter," spoke up Betsey Pryor, who had +been industriously stitching away during this dialogue.</p> + +<p>"It's a good thing to realize that, Betsey," said +Mrs. Wynn, slyly. "I'm glad you've found out the +danger of evil communications."</p> + +<p>"Don't say another word," said the spinster, showing +signs of dissolving in tears. "I've learnt a lesson +this past summer I shall never forget."</p> + +<p>"I don't wonder that you feel so," rejoined Mrs. +Wynn, smiling grimly. "I never look at you now, +and remember the Secretary of the 'Ladies' Charitable +Society,' without feeling thankful that you have +riz like that—what do you call it?—from its ashes, +and are once more an orderly and respectable member +of society."</p> + +<p>"Have you observed," asked the good-natured +hostess, striving, out of pity for the disconcerted +Betsey, to turn the conversation into another channel,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> +"anything of these new people at the Burton place?"</p> + +<p>"A leetle, but not much," said Mrs. Wynn. "I was +so upset by their sellin' out so sudden like, when I +thought they was as much fixtures here as the place +itself, that I ain't had much time to think about these +new folks."</p> + +<p>"As for me," continued Mrs. Swan, "I like them +already. Being such a near neighbor, I have a +chance to see a good deal of them. Their names are +Garnet, and that pretty younger lady is the wife of +their only son."</p> + +<p>"It took some money, I should imagine," pursued +Mrs. Wynn. "Of course these folks must be rich."</p> + +<p>"Yes, they paid twelve thousand, cash down, for +their present home, and the old lady told me they had +other property besides."</p> + +<p>"Do tell!" and "Gracious sakes!" ejaculated both +her listeners at once. "I must call right away." "It +ain't neighborly to neglect strangers."</p> + +<p>"I've another item for you," added the communicative +Mrs. Swan. "They've bought that cottage down +near the Widow Hardyng's, for the young couple to +commence housekeeping for themselves."</p> + +<p>"Why, what's that for?" was the next question; +"don't they agree?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, perfectly; but the young people want a +little home of their own, 'a play house,' the elder Mrs. +Garnet calls it. For my part, I think it only natural. +Mr. Swan and I did not want to stay with either of the +old folks after we were married, but came off and set +up for ourselves."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span> +"That's the house that Mrs. Newcomer lived in, ain't +it?" asked Betsey Pryor.</p> + +<p>"The very identical one," replied Mrs. Wynn. "I +am glad that woman has left, for it was a living disgrace +to any respectable community, harboring such a +character."</p> + +<p>"But nobody ever dreamed anything of her true +history. If they, had they wouldn't have associated +with her," said Mrs. Swan. "She was a dreadful +creature, and I can't make out yet why she should +take all that pains to come here and persecute two unoffending +women like Mrs. Hardyng and her young +friend."</p> + +<p>"But don't you see," reiterated Mrs. Wynn, "it +was at the instigation of Mr. Westbourne, Mrs. Hardyng's +former husband, and probably she wanted to +gratify her own malice. I can understand her motive, +for no doubt she cordially hated this woman, whom she +felt she had wronged."</p> + +<p>"But Miss Graystone?" queried Mrs. Swan. "I +should think her sweet, patient face would have touched +the heart of a stone."</p> + +<p>"It seems she did have some compunctions," said +the old lady; "don't you remember there at the last +meeting of the Society, she said she would have taken +the girl's part, only she thought she could hurt the +widow still more by wounding this young girl? Betsey +can tell you better about that, though," she added, +wickedly; "ask the former Secretary to give you the +particulars. I had not the honor of being present on +that occasion myself."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span> +"Don't ask me to rehearse it," said Miss Pryor, in +subdued tones, "I can't bear it. My nerves have +never yet recovered from the shock."</p> + +<p>"We will excuse you, then, Betsey," said the other, +magnanimously, "and proceed to the more congenial +occupation of disposing of some of these nice biscuits +and delicious tea that I see Mrs. Swan has prepared +for us."</p> + +<p>The pensive beauty of the mild Indian Summer +flooded hill and valley now. Where the sombre shades +of green had erst clothed the forest, brilliant pennons +of flame-colored, and crimson-dyed, and paler tints, +shading into amber, and gray, and russet brown, lit up +the woods with their bright-hued splendor.</p> + +<p>Clemence, with her little charge, loved to wander +through these places, that nature had clothed in rarest +beauty for her worshippers. This was her favorite season +of the year. Sometimes a foreboding oppressed +this young dreamer that it might be her last hours of +earthly enjoyment. She used often to look with pity +into the child's face, where a sweet seriousness lingered, +and it gave her sympathetic heart pain to think that +the child should be old beyond her years. Indeed, +there was the same wistfulness about the younger face +that we have noticed about our heroine, and there was +a gravity of expression about the tender mouth that +told of a capacity for suffering unusual in one so +young. It was apparent that, like the tried friend who +toiled daily to sustain her, sorrow had early marked +the orphan girl for its own. If misfortune or death +were to overtake this fragile creature who stood<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> +between her and the storms of life, what would become +of Ruth?</p> + +<p>There were trials, and temptations, and dangers +lurking in the path of the innocent child. Would she +surmount them all bravely, and achieve victory in the +battle of life?</p> + +<p>This thought haunted, continually, the mind of the +young teacher, and gave her hourly pain. There was +but little to attach her to life, and only for this child's +love she would have longed for the hour when God +should call her home. As it was, the girl had not +sufficient faith to leave all in His hands. With her sad +experience of life, she dreaded all that might come to +her darling. And hope had nearly died out in her +heart.</p> + +<p>Seated by the little grave, which was the shrine at +which she poured out her daily petitions, Clemence +thought despondingly of the past, and how little there +seemed for her in the future, to which every one around +her looked forward with such eager anticipation.</p> + +<p>The dreary waste stretched out unsmiling, and inexpressibly +desolate. The path of duty seemed straight +and thorny.</p> + +<p>While she sat, sorrowful, the child, who had been +watching her with tender eyes, came and knelt before +her. "Let me come and sit with you," she pleaded, +laying her soft, rounded cheek upon the two hands +folded idly in Clemence's lap. "I cannot play while +I know you are grieving on my account."</p> + +<p>"Why," asked Clemence, arousing with a start from +her reverie, "what put that odd fancy into your head, +little one?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> +"Oh, I have known it for a long time," said Ruth, +earnestly. "Although I never have told you before, I +realize more and more every day how much you deny +yourself for my sake. I owe you more than I can +ever hope to repay."</p> + +<p>"There, there, child," said Clemence, astonished at +her vehemence. "What on earth has put all this into +your head? Who told you about self-denial? Have +any of these rough villagers been seeking to wound +you by speaking of your state of dependence?"</p> + +<p>"No, oh no," protested the little one, wisely, "nobody +told me except Johnny. We used to talk of it +long ago, of how kind and good you were to two poor +little children like us. Johnny used to think you must +be an angel, like those we read about at Sabbath +School, for nobody ever treated him kindly until you +came. He said good people were always afflicted and +persecuted."</p> + +<p>"Poor little tired heart," said Clemence, commiseratingly, +"it is now at rest. But, Ruth, you must not +allow these recollections to sadden you. The little +bound boy had not much to brighten his dreary life, +and he knew not what it was to possess the buoyant +hopefulness of childhood. Sorrow had made him wise +beyond his years. Its weight crushed him down like +a bruised lily. The Good Shepherd listened to his +pitiful supplications, and he is now safe in the fold +above. I don't want <i>your</i> life to be one of gloom, my +little adopted sister. I have tried to make you feel +happy, but I fear I am but dull company for a little +girl."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> +"You are the best, the <i>very</i> best," persisted the little +devotee, with worshipping eyes. "I would like to be +always near you, and it is only the thought that I am +a burden that clouds my face with one shade of care."</p> + +<p>"How often have I told you, Ruth," returned +Clemence, gravely, "not to disturb your mind with +such fancies? It displeases me to have you talk upon +these subjects, that a little girl ought not to think of +at all. I have never told you of your obligations, and +I do not wish it to form a topic of conversation between +us. I want your love and obedience, and that +is all that a little girl like you can give. You have +not added greatly to my trials, and as yet I have experienced +few inconveniences from having another to +provide for. God has raised up a kind friend for us +in Mrs. Hardyng, and we will not question His wisdom +who has made us what we are, but strive always to remember +in whose hands our future is placed."</p> + +<p>A look of pain flitted over the child's open countenance, +and a tear trembled upon the silken lashes.</p> + +<p>"Have I offended you?" she whispered, creeping +closer. "I only wanted to tell you what was in my +heart. I don't want to hide anything from you."</p> + +<p>"You have done quite right," said Clemence, embracing +her; "run and play, now, dear; a race will +do you good and dry these tear-drops."</p> + +<p>She kissed the little one and pushed her gently +away; then leaned her head upon her hand in the old +attitude of weariness, and watched her until the slight +form of the child was lost to view among the trees.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +Little Ruth's remarks had disturbed her. There +was too much foundation in their present circumstances +for anxiety. Still there was one drop of +comfort in the midst of her trials. The young teacher +knew that time had dissipated the cloud of suspicion +and distrust that had hung over her for so long, and +which had been created by the basest envy. The +School Committee had lately tendered her again her +old position, which she had declined with thanks. She +was too weak to labor now, either with hands or brain. +What did this strange lassitude, this very weariness of +spirit, betoken?</p> + +<p>The sad-browed dreamer knew but too well the end +of all this; though, whatever it might be, it was surely +for the best, or it would not be suffered.</p> + +<p>While her thoughts were engaged upon the subject, +she resolved to write without delay to Alicia Linden, +and speak to her about Ruth. Mrs. Hardyng should +not have everything put upon her. She had trouble +enough of her own.</p> + +<p>Clemence, who felt as if she did not want to presume +upon the generosity of her friend, knew that the masculine +Alicia would be prepared for any emergency, +having both the will and the ability to help her. It +was only her extreme conscientiousness that had led +her, thus far, to struggle on with her self-imposed burden. +The girl had argued that it was not right to call +upon others to relieve from that which she had assumed +of her own free will.</p> + +<p>Now, she beheld matters in a clearer light. There +was a higher Will that took out of her hands the ordering<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> +of her own actions. She had tried to act +wisely, and from the best and purest motives. Her +strength having now failed utterly, it was her duty to +strive and repress all these rebellious murmurings and +go forward in the narrow path so many had trodden +before her.</p> + +<p>This was unusually difficult for one of Clemence +Graystone's proud, independent spirit, but if pride +conflicted with duty it must be conquered. There was +but one way, to "be careful for nothing."</p> + +<p>However, it was the fault of her nature to go to the +other extreme, and despond when she could not see +the path beyond marked out distinctly, and illumined +by the star of Hope.</p> + +<p>Now, life had nothing in it but the affection of this +clinging, dependent child, to draw her from the contemplation +of that future for which her soul had longed +these weary months of sorrowful waiting, and where +she hoped to gain the sweet reward for all her striving.</p> + +<p>She had sought to live for the hour that was approaching, +remembering, all these years, that "Heaven +is won or lost on earth; the possession is <i>there</i>, but +the preparation <i>here</i>."</p> + +<p>The girl knew she had failed often, but she felt +willing to trust herself to the mercy of Him who loves +those He chasteneth. She repeated softly these words +from a gifted woman's pen:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">"Though we fail, indeed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You—I—a score of such weak workers—He<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fails never. If he cannot work by us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He will work over us."<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span></div></div> + +<p>A sudden footstep roused the young dreamer, and +her startled gaze rested upon a form before her. A +faint dash of crimson kindled the pallid coldness of +the pure face. She rose and moved forward with outstretched +hands, while the voice of Wilfred Vaughn +asked, in sorrowful accents, "Can this be the Clemence +Graystone I have known, or only her wraith?" +He pressed the slender fingers tenderly in his own, and +while every lineament of that noble face spoke of his +grief at finding her thus, he said to the wondering +girl, who looked upon his sorrow, "What a grievous +sin has been committed here! My sweet-faced darling, +they have sacrificed you to their cruelty. You +have been the innocent victim of a dreadful wrong."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV.</h2> + + +<p>"Do you recognize this handwriting?" asked Mr. +Vaughn, after a few moments desultory conversation, +handing her a letter.</p> + +<p>Clemence uttered an ejaculation of surprise, "Why, +it looks like mine, though I never saw it before. What +a singular resemblance."</p> + +<p>"What is more singular still, it has your signature," +said the gentleman; "read it."</p> + +<p>The young girl obeyed, mechanically, and her companion +watched her in interested silence, while the +blushes came and went on her pure face.</p> + +<p>Her look deepened into one of anxiety and consternation +as she read. "What can it mean?" she +asked, in distressed tones. "Who has sought thus to +injure me?"</p> + +<p>"A jealous, wicked woman," he returned, sadly. +"It was a cruel deed, and brought its own bitter reward +of remorse and shame. But I will give you the +whole story."</p> + +<p>"You doubtless wondered at your abrupt dismissal +from Mrs. Vaughn's employment upon so slight a +pretext as Gracia gave you. I never dreamed of the +possibility until you were gone, and, when I questioned +her as to the cause of the non-appearance of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span> +the face I had learned to watch for, she gave me this, +telling me to thank her for having saved me from a +dreadful fate.</p> + +<p>"The letter seemed to explain itself. It opened +my eyes to the state of my own heart.</p> + +<p>"This shock, for a time, nearly overwhelmed me. +I never believed, though, even in the darkest hour, +that you could do anything really wrong. I knew +that you were tried by poverty, and only pitied your +sufferings, resolving to render whatever aid might lay +in my power.</p> + +<p>"In pursuance of this resolution, I therefore traced +out your residence, secretly, and in my efforts learned +something of your former history. I found that I +had known Grosvenor Graystone in his days of prosperity, +and took new courage in finding that you were +the daughter of that upright man.</p> + +<p>"Not wishing to make myself known at that time, +I still hovered around you, thinking that, if you +needed a protector, I would become visible at the +right moment."</p> + +<p>"And," interrupted Clemence, "you were the unknown +friend who sent us, at our time of greatest +need, the means that defrayed the expenses of my +mother's last illness, and interment. How much I +thank you, you can never know."</p> + +<p>"I did not intend to speak of that," continued Mr. +Vaughn. "I did nothing of what I had planned, on +account of being called suddenly away to the death-bed +of a distant relative.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> +"As soon as I could do so with decency, I returned, +and my first visit was to your lodgings, where I had +determined to present myself in person and make the +acquaintance of Mrs. Graystone.</p> + +<p>"What was my grief to learn that that estimable +lady was no more, and that, after a long and dangerous +illness, her I sought more particularly, as the one +whose happiness was most dear to me on earth, had +gone away with a lady whose name I could not learn.</p> + +<p>"As I was turning away in despair, a voice called +to me. I turned and beheld a woman beckoning to me +from an upper window. This person I recognized immediately +as having once seen, in your company, and +joyfully retraced my steps, in the hope of hearing +something that would give me a clue to your whereabouts.</p> + +<p>"'I'm Mrs. Bailey,' said the woman, coming down +and standing in the doorway, 'and I kalkilate you're +after some news of that young girl that used to go +out governessing.'</p> + +<p>"I replied eagerly in the affirmative.</p> + +<p>"'Well, there ain't much to tell,' she said, slowly. +'The mother took sick and died, and the girl herself +just managed to live through a dreadful long illness. +She was hardly able to sit up when she went away. I +hear she's gone travellin' for her health. If that's so, +<i>somebody</i> must have furnished the means, and it +wasn't that widow, who was the only friend they had +in the whole wide city. More like it was a certain +handsome young gentleman I could tell you about.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> +"'I'll tell you what it is, Mr. Vaughn,' said the +woman, eyeing me closely, 'you are wasting valuable +time that might be better employed than in following +up an adventuress. Take the advice of a disinterested +friend, and let this Miss Graystone alone.'</p> + +<p>"Of course, I then and there indignantly resented +this officiousness; but she reiterated her caution in +my unwilling ears, and, finally, when I was about to +leave her, took from her pocket a small slip of paper.</p> + +<p>"'Read that, Mr. Vaughn,' she said.</p> + +<p>"I did so. It was a marriage notice of a Mr. Legrange +to a Miss C. Elizabeth Graystone."</p> + +<p>"A distant relative," said Clemence. "We were not +intimately acquainted, and this is the first intimation +that I have gained of Cousin Lottie's marriage."</p> + +<p>"Being somewhat confused at the time," continued +Mr. Vaughn, "I supposed, of course, that this was the +lady I sought, and that farther search was fruitless. +There seemed now no more to be done. Of my feelings +of disappointment and regret, I will speak hereafter.</p> + +<p>"Having now nothing to occupy my attention, I +mingled more in society, at my sister-in-law's earnest +solicitation, though I cared little for the strangers +whom I met. More than a year passed in this aimless +way.</p> + +<p>"One evening, however, at a brilliant soiree, I met +an elderly lady, with whom I got quite well acquainted +in the course of an agreeable conversation. She was +a woman of keen intellect, and it seemed to me rather +a masculine mind. I was astonished to find such an one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> +amid this idle crowd of gay worldlings, and I spoke at +some length of the pleasure I had enjoyed. She told +me, then, that we were not such entire strangers as I +seemed to suppose, but that we had a mutual friend, a +young lady who was then absent from the city.</p> + +<p>"This, of course, piqued my curiosity, and, upon +asking an explanation, she told me all she knew of the +one whom I had so long been vainly seeking.</p> + +<p>"In return, I gave her my whole confidence. She +invited me to call at her residence the following day, +which I did. It was the home where you had spent +those long months of seclusion, and the lady was, as +you must have guessed, Mrs. Linden.</p> + +<p>"I learned from her everything that I wished to +know save your present place of residence, which she +refused to divulge.</p> + +<p>"'I expect my pet will return to me, when she has +wearied of her present mode of life,' she said, 'and +then you can renew your acquaintance under more +favorable auspices.'</p> + +<p>"It was in vain I pleaded for farther confidences. +She was inexorable. I had, therefore, only to exercise +patience, and, as I had now everything to hope +for, I was happier than I had been for many long +months.</p> + +<p>"To while away the time, which, in my present +mood hung heavy on my hands, I started, in company +with my sister-in-law and a party of friends, on a pleasure +excursion. We took passage in a steamer bound +for Lake Superior, every one anticipating an unusual +amount of enjoyment. Alas! what a terrible ending<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> +to it all! Let me hasten over this dreadful tragedy; +although I can never hope to drive the awful scene +from my mind.</p> + +<p>"We were in the height of our enjoyment; little +groups, with bright, animated faces scattered here and +there, and apart from the rest, either promenading +the decks, or sheltered in some retired corner, happy +lovers, whispering softly of the future that would never +come to them, for already the sable wings of death +hovered over our careless band.</p> + +<p>"By some unforeseen accident, and owing to no +carelessness on the part of the officers, the boat had +taken fire, and when discovered by the passengers the +flames were making such rapid headway that escape +seemed impossible for the greater portion. It was a +wild and awful scene.</p> + +<p>"In the tumult I had sought out the children, Grace +and Alice, and carried them with me to a position +from which I intended to leap with them into the +water after it became impossible for us to remain +longer on the burning steamer. I was just securing +the life preservers about them, when a heart-rending +cry reached my ears, and the next moment my sister-in-law +grasped my arm. She was nearly frantic with +fear, and in the agony of the moment thought of +nothing but her own preservation. The sight of her +completely unnerved me. I pointed to the children, +beseeching her to calm herself, and I would save them +all. We were not far from land, and, being an expert +swimmer, I believe I could have done so, had not my +movements been impeded as they were. As it was, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span> +could do nothing. Insane with fright, the instinct of +the mother seemed to have died out. There was but +one way. The flames were rapidly nearing us, and, +giving instructions to the children—who seemed more +like women than the shrinking creature who cowered +before them—I made one more effort to impress upon +Gracia's mind the necessity for implicit obedience to +my instructions.</p> + +<p>"I succeeded in gaining her attention and approval +of my plan, but with the awful danger behind us, +there were still precious moments wasted before I +could induce Gracia to venture into the water, of +which she seemed to have a horror. I made almost +superhuman exertions to reach the land, and depositing +my almost insensible burden, turned again to +attempt the rescue of my darlings. But I was too +late. Faint, and nearly exhausted, I was making but +slow progress, when a heavy beam, floating in the +water, struck and rendered me unconscious. A boat +that had hurried to the scene of the disaster picked +me up, with others; but I never saw again the two +little beings whom I left, with their childish hands +clasped, waiting for me to return and save them."</p> + +<p>"Oh, heavens!" ejaculated Clemence, "not dead!—my +two little pupils."</p> + +<p>"Yes, dead," said Wilfred Vaughn, hoarsely; +"buried beneath the waves, and their only requiem +the moaning of an angry sea." He paused for a while, +with his face buried in his hands, and then resumed:</p> + +<p>"This awful visitation seemed to change Gracia. +She had been a proud, ambitious, selfish woman. I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> +never wanted my only brother to marry her, but he +was infatuated with her splendid beauty, and when I +saw that his happiness was at stake I ceased to oppose +him. After he died I hovered near to watch over the +children. But I never liked Gracia Vaughn, because I +could not respect her. Now, on what proved to be her +death-bed, I felt for the first time an affection for her, +born of pity. I think if my sister-in-law could have +lived she would have been a better woman. But the +fiat had gone forth, and her days were numbered. +Naturally delicate, the intense excitement and exposure +so lately endured, set her into a low fever that +at length terminated her life. As she neared the +'valley of the shadow of death' her vision seemed +clearer. The scales fell from her eyes, and the repentant +woman knew that her life had been a failure.</p> + +<p>"'It is better so, Wilfred,' she said to me, just before +she died. 'I have been only 'an encumberer of +the ground.' I can be better spared than others, for +my life has benefited nobody. There will be few to +miss me.'</p> + +<p>"'Oh, Gracia!' I exclaimed, shocked at the thought.</p> + +<p>"'Nay,' she answered me, 'but it is true, and right. +I have been selfish and unlovable, and more than that, +sinful. Do you think God will pardon me!'</p> + +<p>"'Can you doubt that He who sent His Only Son to +die for us, and to save not the righteous but <i>sinners</i>, +will hearken unto our supplications?' I said, earnestly. +'My dear sister, you have been weak and perhaps +wicked, but surely none of us are perfect.'</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> +"'But you do not know all,' said Gracia, averting +her face. 'I have so longed to tell you, but have +lacked courage. There remains but little for me to do +in this world, but I cannot die until I have retrieved, +by the humblest confession and fullest reparation, the +great sin of my life.'</p> + +<p>"She covered her face with her hands and wept +softly, and then said, in a voice shaken by emotion, +'You remember the young girl, Clemence Graystone, +who interested you so strangely, and whom I engaged +as governess, with your sanction. It was to destroy +her happiness that this wicked act was consummated. +For a reason which her woman's heart will too surely +tell her, I conceived from the first a violent dislike to +the young teacher. She had not been long in my employ +before I began watching her closely, in the hope +of detecting some fault that would render a sufficient +and plausible excuse for my discharging her. I knew +that in such straitened circumstances the position she +held was a lucrative one, and so great was my antipathy +to one who had never knowingly injured me, that +I could not bear the thought of benefiting this orphan +girl in the smallest degree. At last, coming to the +conclusion that there was not the slightest hope of +discovering anything against her that would bear inspection, +and discovering that she was every day +growing more and more in favor with the entire household, +I resolved quietly to resort to artifice to accomplish +that which I could not hope to bring about in any +other way. It was very easy to steal into the school-room +after hours, unobserved, and, after some practice,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> +imitate her handwriting closely enough to have it pass +for genuine with any one not familiar with it. This I +did, and then discharged her. When you asked the +reason, I placed in your hands that which was in itself +enough to blast the character of a young, unprotected +girl. But I repented,' she said, excitedly, watching +my face, which at this unlooked-for revelation must +have expressed all the horror and repugnance I felt. +'Wilfred, don't quite despise me. Forgive me, or I +cannot die in peace.'</p> + +<p>"I remembered her condition, then, and soothed her +as I would an infant. Against my entreaties, almost +commands, she proceeded with the harrowing story: +'I felt supremely wretched after I committed this +wrong deed, and at length, after some months, I traced +the girl out in the hope of doing something to aid her, +and thus quiet my uneasy conscience. But she had +gone from her former place of residence. A woman +who gave her name as Bailey told me all I wished to +know, and I felt quite relieved and happy. She said +the girl's mother had died, and that after a long illness +this Clemence Graystone had gone away with a gentleman, +giving me to understand that I need not feel +troubled about her being in want, for the girl was not +friendless, but had those to aid her of the same sort +as herself. Of course, if this young governess were +really unworthy of all this anxiety, as the woman had +intimated, then I had not done so much mischief as I +feared, and there was not so much to regret. I threw +off the recollection, and the whole circumstance had +completely faded from my memory, when I learned the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> +truth of the matter from a seamstress who had lodgings +in the same building. This woman gave me an +entirely different version of the case, describing in +eloquent terms the girl's filial devotion to her mother in +their dire necessity. I learned now for the first time +the real magnitude of the sin I had committed. I +wanted to tell you all then, but dared not. Now, +however, with the grave yawning beneath me, I have +no longer anything to hope or fear in this world. +There is one thing yet which I can do to repair my +error and show that my repentance is sincere. My +poor lost darlings had a fortune of fifty thousand dollars +left to them jointly by a deceased uncle. They +were to come into possession of this money when +Alice had reached the age of eighteen and Gracia +twenty-one. In case of their death it was to revert +to me. I want to convey this sum to Clemence +Graystone, because I willfully and maliciously misrepresented +her character to the man who would have +made her his loved and honored wife. It was a cowardly +and cruel act. I shudder to think what the +consequences may have been. It may be that want +and grief have plunged her into crime. I could never +learn her fate, but the thought of her sweetness and +purity has comforted me when I have thought distractedly +of her. I could never connect anything but +guileless innocence with those calm, clear eyes, and +that lofty brow, whereon intellect sat enthroned.'</p> + +<p>"'But, Gracia,' I interrupted, 'are you aware of the +import of your own words?'</p> + +<p>"'I am,' she said, 'and I mean to fulfill them. My<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> +mind is perfectly clear upon the subject. There is no +necessity for a lawyer. I will write out my wishes in +a few words, and sign my name without witnesses. I +shall give this into your charge, Wilfred. It is a +sacred trust. Find this girl, if you have to search the +wide world over, and tell her of this conversation by +my dying bed.'</p> + +<p>"I told her all then that I had learned in the last +few months, and promised faithfully to perform the sad +office. It almost made her happy. She died soon +after.</p> + +<p>"When the funeral obsequies were over I sought my +late brother's lawyer, intending to place the business +in his hands before I sought you. However, he +laughed at the whole story as a piece of absurdity; +told me that the pretty governess was doubtless married +to some honest fellow in her own sphere in life, +and advised me to destroy the unimportant slip of +paper, pocket the fifty thousand, and say nothing. I +left in disgust, resolving to keep the whole affair, for +the future, in my own hands. I immediately hurried +to Mrs. Linden with the marvelous story, and she gave +me your address and a God speed. That is all that I +have to tell, except that I am here to congratulate you +upon the change in your fortune."</p> + +<p>"Don't jest," she said, looking at him with tear-filled +eyes. "It was only over these graves, two of +which hide those who were dear to me, that I have +gained this great good."</p> + +<p>"Then I will stop jesting," he said, gravely, "and +utter only the truth. Clemence, I had another reason<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> +for seeking you. You have learned my secret, and +know, now, my deep love for you. Tell me if I may +hope for its return."</p> + +<p>For answer, she extended her hand in silence, and +across the grave of the child who had worshipped her, +he clasped and raised it reverently to his lips.</p> + +<p>Its pallid whiteness struck him mournfully. He +kissed it again and again. "A brave right hand to +wield in one's own defense, and battle with a cold and +selfish world. It is like nothing in the world but a +snowflake, as light and as pure."</p> + +<p>"Now, you are laughing at me," she said, the deep +carnation blooms in her cheeks making her beautiful.</p> + +<p>He gave her a glance of adoration. "Here," he +said, having disengaged something from his watch-chain, +"is a ring that belonged to an only and beloved +sister who died in early youth. I have a fancy it +would fit your finger, and I always intended it for my +wife, as the most highly valued gift I could bestow +upon her. How would you fancy it for an engagement +ring?" slipping it upon her finger, where it hung +loosely.</p> + +<p>"I should prize it more than a Queen's diadem," +said Clemence, eloquently.</p> + +<p>"You shall have the diamonds, by-and-by," giving +her another glance that riveted her own, and then he +kissed her, as the seal of their betrothal.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI.</h2> + + +<p>"I was just thinking of you, Betsey," said Mrs. +Wynn, as the figure of the spinster appeared in the +doorway of her little sitting room. "Set right down, +and I'll have a cup of tea ready in less than five +minutes."</p> + +<p>"Thank'ee, I believe I will," said Miss Pryor, +"though I didn't intend to stay only long enough to +tell you the news. I put this shawl over my head and +run just as I was."</p> + +<p>"That's right, I'm glad of it. We'll have a sociable +time now, Mr. Wynn's cleared out. I never could +bear a man around my kitchen. But what news do you +mean!"</p> + +<p>"Why, ain't you heard?"</p> + +<p>"Not a livin' word of anything. What on earth +can have happened so wonderful?"</p> + +<p>"Well, that does beat all. Just to think! And you +ain't seen a certain magnificent gentleman, as grand +as a prince, that sailed up to Widder Hardyng's and +asked for Miss Clemence Graystone? Every girl in +town is in love with him already."</p> + +<p>"Do tell! And here I be tied to the house waitin' +on Rose, and never dreamin' all that's goin' on. You<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> +might have come over and told me before, Betsey. +I'd have done the same by you."</p> + +<p>"Seein' as how it all happened yesterday, and I only +found it out last evening after prayer meeting', and it +ain't ten o'clock in the forenoon yet, I calkerlate I +ain't done anything so very monstrous," said that individual, +in an injured tone.</p> + +<p>However, the sight of a steaming cup of tea that +filled the air with its appetizing fragrance, soon mollified +her, and after dispatching one cup at boiling point, +she paused to take breath before partaking of a +second.</p> + +<p>"You see this is all there is of it: The elegantest +man you ever saw drove up all of a sudden to the +tavern and wanted to know where Miss Graystone was +boarding. You'd better believe they asked him a few +questions, but he waved them all off, polite-like, but in +a way that convinced every one that he knew his own +particular business better than anybody else knew +it for him; and dashed off in the direction of Widder +Hardyng's. Mrs. Swan's little girl happened to be +down there on an errand for her mother, and she heard +all that transpired. His name's Vaughn, and he's +Miss Graystone's beau. He staid and talked a long +time with Mrs. Hardyng while he was waiting for the +schoolmistress, who had gone away; but after a time, +when she didn't come back, he was so impatient he +went off trying to find her."</p> + +<p>"And you didn't see him at all?" queried Mrs. +Wynn.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span> +"Oh, maybe I didn't," said Betsey, with a toss of +her head; "trust me for finding out anything I once +set my mind on. I called in, carelessly, on my way +down here this morning, and had an introduction to +the gentleman himself. Not knowin' what else to say +to start conversation, I asked him if he was a relative +of Miss Graystone's, though of course I knew better. +I praised her up to the skies, and you had ought to +have seen his face, beaming with smiles. He seemed +to take a sort of notion to me after that. I 'spose, +though, Mrs. Hardyng gave me a settin' out as soon +as my back was turned, by the one-sided smirk she +gave when the gentleman shook hands with me cordially +when I came away, and thanked me for being so +good to his young friend. I see Ruth playing on the +street corner, and quizzed her. So putting this and +that together, it seems that this girl, that everybody +called an upstart and an adventuress, has been a rich +lady once, and never known what it was to soil her +hands with work of any description."</p> + +<p>"I knew it," said Mrs. Wynn; "I always said so. +It shows my superior penetration. I'm glad I stood +her friend in the dark hour of adversity, and shall +hasten as soon as possible to learn the exact truth of +all these rumors."</p> + +<p>"So you are here, Betsey?" exclaimed Mrs. Swan, +putting her head in at the door. "I thought I saw +you go by, and followed as soon as I could get my +things on."</p> + +<p>"Well, I never!" said Mrs. Wynn; "come in; you +are just in time. Set by and I'll put on another cup<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span> +and saucer. We was just talking over the new arrival +in the village."</p> + +<p>"I believe half the population are similarly employed," +laughed the little lady. "Every one I met +stopped and spoke to me about it, and as luck would +have it, as I was turning down a cross street I saw +Mrs. Hardyng ahead of me and joined her at once. +She told me the whole story. This Mr. Vaughn is a +rich gentleman, who has come down here to marry the +schoolmistress. It seems, too, that she's lately inherited +some property by the death of somebody, I +couldn't make out who—some relative I suppose—though +it don't matter. Any ways, a cool fifty thousand +has fell to her, and I don't know as I could point +out a more deservin' person."</p> + +<p>"Wonders will never cease!" exclaimed Mrs. +Wynn, staring blankly, into her empty tea cup. "Clemence +Graystone turned out to be a rich heiress, after +bein' perfectly abused the whole live-long summer by +everybody in the town of Waveland but me. It's beyond +my comprehension. But I always knew she was +a lady, and stuck to her through 'evil and good report.'"</p> + +<p>"Fifty thousand dollars!" gasped Miss Pryor; "do +I hear aright? I wonder what Mrs. Dr. Little, and +the Briers, and all them that turned against her, will +say to that? It will be a particularly sweet morsel +for the Owens. I must call round and visit each one +of them, to enjoy their discomfiture."</p> + +<p>"What a thing it is to be ignorant and narrow-minded," +added Mrs. Wynn. "I can't see how people<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span> +get along through life without any knowledge of +human nature. Our poor departed Elder used to say +he never could quite make up his mind what to think +of a new-comer until he had my opinion of them, and, if +I <i>do</i> say it, as shouldn't say it, I've used these eyes +thus far to pretty good advantage."</p> + +<p>"If she'd have used them less about her neighbors +and a little more in looking after that precious daughter +of hers," whispered the spinster, maliciously, as the +old lady rose to put away the dishes, "it would have +been better for all concerned, I guess."</p> + +<p>"Why, Betsey, how you <i>do</i> talk!" replied Mrs. +Swan. Then in a louder tone: "I came near forgetting +another thing that I wanted to ask you about. +I've sustained a dreadful shock. It's on account of +these new people at the Burton place. I had a long +confidential talk with Sister Arguseye, lately, and I +haven't had a peaceful moment since. She called in +to see me to warn me about associating with them. +You know she came from the same place that they did, +and knew all about the family."</p> + +<p>"What did she say?" chorused both voices.</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm grieved to say her report wasn't favorable. +It seems the elder Mrs. Garnet, who appears to +be a perfect pattern of propriety, has a grown-up, illegitimate +daughter, whose existence they are trying to +conceal from strangers, whom they think they can successfully +impose upon."</p> + +<p>"They have come to the wrong place for that. +Vice will be exposed in this community, and the workers +of iniquity receive their reward," responded Mrs.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> +Wynn, oracularly, and pursing up her thin lips and +sniffing her sharp nose higher in the air; "we must +ferret this out, Betsey."</p> + +<p>"We must, indeed," echoed the spinster, looking as +if nothing would delight her more; "such a state of +affairs cannot be tolerated in our midst."</p> + +<p>"The worst part of it is," continued Mrs. Swan, "they +say that the modest-looking daughter-in-law, whom I +have felt so interested in, is equally culpable, and +married the son for similar reasons. I feel dreadfully +about the affair, for I was expecting a good deal +of enjoyment in their society."</p> + +<p>"They seem very intelligent and agreeable people; +but I can't doubt Sister Arguseye's positive assertion. +A minister's wife couldn't lie," said the elder lady, in +a tone that showed deep conviction of an unpleasant +truth. "There is but one way to find out; to go and +state the facts, and have the truth elicited."</p> + +<p>"But who is to do it?" asked Mrs. Swan. "<i>I</i> +can't."</p> + +<p>"Are you equal to the emergency, Betsey?" asked. +Mrs. Wynn.</p> + +<p>"I believe I possess the Christian fortitude to do +my duty, however disagreeable it may be," replied +that personage, with the air of a martyr being led to +the stake.</p> + +<p>"There, it is settled," said the old lady. "We will +go together"—which they did that very day.</p> + +<p>Pretty little Mrs. Garnet had finished her work for +the day, donned a fresh calico that fitted her plump +form without a wrinkle, and sat crooning a soft lullaby<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> +to that objectionable baby, when they entered. She +welcomed the ladies hospitably, but eyed askance their +sombre and awful countenances.</p> + +<p>"It's a pleasant day," she said, by way of starting +conversation.</p> + +<p>"There's <i>nothing</i> pleasant to me, in this wicked +world," said Miss Pryor, dolorously.</p> + +<p>"How is your rheumatism, Mrs. Wynn?" she +asked again, after a prolonged silence, hoping better +success from this question regarding that worthy +lady's manifold ailments.</p> + +<p>"It's heavenly in comparison with the state of my +mind," was the unlooked-for response.</p> + +<p>Then there was another dreadful pause, broken at +length by the elder of the group. "I've a revelation +to make, neighbor, that is of such a nature that I +shudder to speak upon the subject, and which closely +concerns more than one person in this immediate +vicinity."</p> + +<p>Thereupon the good lady proceeded to unfold the +story that had emanated from the minister's wife, in +regard to the deplorable state of the morals of these +new-comers in the quiet village.</p> + +<p>Instead of being shocked at the recital, and literally +extinguished, as she undoubtedly ought to have been, +by the knowledge that her former little peccadillos +had come to light, the bright-eyed hostess burst out +laughing in the very faces of the lugubrious guests.</p> + +<p>"It's turned out as I expected," she said, at last, +when she had done laughing. "Now, ladies, so far as +these slanderous reports concern myself, I care very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span> +little about them, for I can refute them by bringing +convincing proof to the contrary." Thus saying, she +rose, and, after a short disappearance, returned with a +marriage certificate and the family records. "Here," +she said, "is the date of my marriage, some three +years back, and the birth of our only child—just one +year ago. Baby was twelve months old yesterday.</p> + +<p>"But now comes the disagreeable part of the story. +My husband's mother, whom I love and respect, for +having, in the years since I first knew her, been all +that I could ask in a parent, had one painful episode +in her life. She was to have been married to a +wealthy gentleman, whom she loved devotedly; but, on +the day appointed for the wedding, the expected +bridegroom met with an accident, which proved immediately +fatal. After he was buried, the object of his +fondest affection found <i>what</i> his loss at such a moment +had become to her. A dreadful truth was revealed to +her, which became immediately known to those most +interested in her welfare. Furious with rage, and forgetting +that his child needed now his tenderest care, +the outraged father drove her from his door, with the +command never to enter it. It was then that a former +lover, who had worshipped her from afar in the +days of her prosperity, came forward and offered her +his protection and an honorable name, that had never +been sullied by disgrace.</p> + +<p>"In her distressed circumstances, she accepted him +thankfully. They were married immediately, and not +long after this child of the former lover was born. +It was the one false step of a young, inexperienced<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> +girl, and bitterly repented and atoned for in after life. +The story is well known where these facts occurred, +as there was not the least attempt at concealment."</p> + +<p>"Then you admit, Madam, that your relative <i>did</i> +commit a grievous wrong at one portion of her life," +said Miss Pryor, with a glance of severe virtue.</p> + +<p>"But she repented, Betsey, and was forgiven, we +trust," said Mrs. Wynn, gently, thinking of one at +home who had wrung her aged heart by a similar +misstep.</p> + +<p>"That is not all I have to say upon the subject, +either," said Mrs. Garnet, spiritedly. "Since the +minister's dashing lady has commenced this cowardly +attack upon one I love, I shall not hesitate to speak +the entire truth. This widow, who was never a wife +until she lately married her present husband, and who, +I regret to say, has thereby imposed upon a very +worthy man, has a grown daughter of unsound mind, +who is bound out to a family, where it is well known +she has not been treated any too kindly. The heartless +mother, engrossed in the pursuit of some victim of +sufficient credulity to easily fall into her snares, has +spent her time, and what money she could earn, in +beautifying and displaying her bold-looking face and +unwieldy figure, totally regardless of this unhappy +being, who has never known a mother's love and care. +I can imagine the reason for her opening hostilities in +this manner. Knowing that we were perfectly familiar +with every portion of her former history, and judging +by her own spiteful self that we would improve the +first opportunity to make the facts known, she thought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span> +to poison the minds of the community, so that our story +would not be believed. However, this was all labor +spent in vain. Mother and I mutually agreed, that if +the woman chose to reform, we would be the last to +injure her in the estimation of others."</p> + +<p>"Can you prove this?" demanded Miss Pryor, +gazing stolidly at the animated speaker.</p> + +<p>"I can, by producing the lady's own daughter, of +whose very existence, I doubt not, the pious Elder is +at this moment in profound ignorance," said Mrs. +Garnet.</p> + +<p>"That alters the case materially, then," said Mrs. +Wynn. "These facts must be carefully investigated, +and if they are true, it's very likely our new minister +will have occasion to resign before long. You don't +bear any hardness, I hope, neighbor. It's been a very +tryin' task, but somebody had to undertake it."</p> + +<p>"Of course," was the reply. "Our object is to +elicit the truth, and I am willing to help probe this +matter to the bottom."</p> + +<p>"Now," said Betsey Pryor, when they were again +upon the street, "we will stir up some excitement, I +guess. Let's go to the minister's as straight as ever +we can."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII.</h2> + + +<p>Miss Pryor had never uttered a truer remark than +the one at the close of our last chapter. There <i>was</i> +an excitement in the little village, before which the +sensation created by the pretty schoolmistress, became +as nothing. The wordy war raged fiercely, and life-long +enmities were created between those who had +been intimate friends, endeared to each other by years +of pleasant intercourse.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the offending Garnets were socially ostracized. +Only little Mrs. Swan resolutely defended +them. It seemed that this determined lady was destined +to become the champion of all the persecuted of +her own sex in the tiny village.</p> + +<p>Of course, this matter found its way before the +dignitaries of the church, over which the worthy Elder +presided. Dr. Little, as one of its most influential +members, hastened to give his support to his professional +brother, and bitterly denounced these intruders, +who sought to create disturbance by their idle tales. +The minister's wife and the doctor's lady became like +sisters in their friendship, and it followed that the +feminine portion of the Garnet family were under a +ban that excluded them from speech or friendly intercourse +with any but the single exception we have +before mentioned.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> +If that had been all, these innocent objects of aversion +might have stood aloof and cared little, in the +conscious power of rectitude. At first they trusted +that some new excitement might arise to absorb public +attention, and they be released from their painful position +and disagreeable notoriety. But, with time, their +trouble seemed to increase instead of diminish, and +only added to the difficulties of their situation.</p> + +<p>At length old Mr. Garnet rose in righteous wrath. +"Wife," he said, emphatically, "I never had anything +to do with a woman's quarrel before. I did think that +after this Prudence Penrose, that has imposed upon the +parson, found we wasn't going to say nothin' about her +half-witted daughter, that she'd take the hint and let +us alone; but I see she needs a lesson. I am sorry, +seein' how things has turned out, that I hadn't interfered +before the affair went so far, but it isn't too late +now. There's the minister, and Dr. Little, and Deacon +Jones, and a lot more of them, goin' to hold a meetin' +about sueing my little daughter-in-law for slander, +against the character of a woman that never had any +to lose. So I reckon I will have my say on the subject, +too." Which he set about doing directly.</p> + +<p>Shortly after the irate old gentleman was seen in +close conversation with the village constable, and after +some plotting, that worthy started with the swiftest +team in all Waveland for Ainsworth, the former residence +of both the Garnet family and the minister's +lady.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Swan was sitting with little baby Garnet on +her lap, at her friend's house, the next evening, when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> +the door burst open and Mr. Garnet, senior, appeared +in a state of excitement, such as he had never been +seen before by the little brown-eyed woman, who +looked up with a startled glance at his unexpected entrance.</p> + +<p>"Richie's come," he shouted, waving his hat triumphantly. +"I've sent for her, and here she is. I gave +the Constable a commission, and he's been and brought +Richie, and got all the proofs of her parentage."</p> + +<p>"Thank Heaven!" said Mrs. Swan, giving the baby +a toss in the air, while its little soft-hearted mother +hid her head on the old man's shoulder, and shed a few +tears of thankfulness and relief.</p> + +<p>"What! crying just at the hour of triumph?" said +her spirited friend. "I did not know how cruelly you +had suffered from these base suspicions, until now."</p> + +<p>"There, there, child," said Mr. Garnet, gently, +smoothing the satin hair with his horny hand, "get on +your things and wrap up the baby. There's a select +few up at Dr. Little's to-night, and, though he ain't a +particular friend of mine, I've a notion to give him a +surprise party, a kind of comin' out occasion, you +know, for the minister's new step-daughter."</p> + +<p>The spacious parlors of the doctor's residence were +as brilliantly lighted as the illuminating power of six +large kerosene lamps, in full blaze, would allow, and as +Mr. Garnet had declared, a "select few" of that gentleman's +friends were there assembled, to talk over the +feasibility of the minister's calling the detractors of +his amiable wife to a speedy account before the proper +authorities of the village.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span> +That injured lady sat enthroned in easy chair, in a +quiet corner, casting martyr-like looks upon her sympathizers. +Just as we are observing that stately personage, +she interrupted the Elder, who had been +speaking, with great volubility, "Don't say another +word upon this painful subject, husband. I can't +bear it. To think that all my well-meant efforts +should be rewarded with such base ingratitude, wounds +me deeply. Still I would use no harsh measures, but +ever incline to the side of mercy."</p> + +<p>"But justice must be done, my dear sister," said +the doctor. "In your generous disinterestedness, you +must not forget that you owe something to your husband +and the church, over which he presides. Your +dignity must be sustained, and it would never do to +pass over this matter, since it has become the theme of +idle gossip for the whole town. <i>I</i> advise my brother +to call in the aid of the law, without delay."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I could never think of that," returned the +lady; "something else will have to be decided upon. +I do not wish the Elder to be drawn into a lawsuit on +my account. I can live down these foul aspersions. +In time, these people, whom I have come among, will +know me as I am."</p> + +<p>It seemed as if the lady's prophetic forebodings +were to be literally verified then and there. As she +ceased speaking, there came an imperious summons at +the street door, that turned all eyes immediately +toward the one mode of entrance and exit.</p> + +<p>"Ahem!" said the host, moving with majestic tread +to answer the knock, "it seems that we are to have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> +some more visitors." "What! who!" as the corpulent +figure of old Mr. Garnet appeared upon the +threshold.</p> + +<p>"Good evening, doctor; you did not expect me, I +know," said that gentleman, coming forward, "but I +thought I'd drop in unceremoniously with my friends, +here," (turning and revealing the little group behind +him,) "as I had some particular business with two of +your guests, that could not possibly be delayed."</p> + +<p>At that moment a piercing shriek was heard from +the corner, where the minister's lady sank in a terror +of guilt and shame. She had caught sight of a slender, +ill-clad figure, that stood peering in from the +darkness without, at the light and warmth of the cheerful +room. The great, wild, haggard eyes glanced +curiously and searchingly around, till they reached the +woman's hiding place, and rested upon a form strangely +familiar; then, with a slow, shuffling, uncertain +gait, Richie Penrose strayed into the room, regardless +of those who watched her, and went directly up to the +rigid figure, that bore on its white, set features the +very impress of despair.</p> + +<p>"Mother," the girl said, kneeling before her, and +speaking in confused, stammering accents, "they told +me you sent for me to come to you and be cared for, +and have food and warm, pretty clothing, and no hard +work or cross words or blows, such as they gave me in +the home I left. You used to promise me, mother, +that when you got somebody with gold enough to buy +all these, that you'd take me away from there. So, +when that man came for me, I hurried and got away<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span> +before they should be sorry, and come and take me +back again. Is this the pretty home you used to tell +me about? and is that man my father?"</p> + +<p>There was no reply to this last question. The minister's +wife had fainted.</p> + +<p>All eyes were now turned toward her unfortunate +husband. He rose to his feet, reeling from the effects +of the sudden shock, and the dreary hopelessness of +his face touched every heart. "My friends," he said, +huskily, "there is little to be said. This sudden revelation +has crushed me, till my soul grows faint with +the bitterness of a terrible woe. Believe me, I have +had no part in this wicked deception, but only considered +that I was in the pathway of stern duty, in +defending the character of my wife from those who I +was led to believe were her enemies. I ask your +forgiveness and sympathy;" then, without a word of +adieu, groping like one shut from broad daylight into +thick darkness, he passed out from among them, while +those who looked on with moistened eyes knew that +this cruel blow had broken his heart.</p> + +<p>Old Mr. Garnet drew the back of his rough hand +across his eyes. "I'm a'most sorry I meddled," he +said, regretfully. "It's the first and last woman's +quarrel I ever mix up in. But I couldn't have them +grieving my little Daisy to death. What possessed the +woman to stir up this piece of mischief?"</p> + +<p>"What's to become of the girl?" interrogated Dr. +Little. "I don't want her left on my hands. And +allow me to say, sir, that I consider this intrusion in +my house an unpardonable liberty."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> +"Very well," was the reply, "our business is ended, +and we will withdraw. As for this unfortunate child, I +will care for her until her proper guardians manifest a +disposition to relieve me of the charge."</p> + +<p>Not a little to the surprise of all Waveland, the +woman who suddenly found herself the center of observation, +and whose haughty spirit could not brook +humiliation, disappeared immediately after this eventful +episode, leaving no clue to her whereabouts.</p> + +<p>The unfortunate Richie was provided with a comfortable +home, and upon the death of her mother's +husband, which occurred not long after, she came into +possession of a sum sufficient to provide for her maintenance +during the rest of her life.</p> + +<p>Years after, a woman haggard and old, with traces +of crime upon her hardened features, passed through +the little village, begging her way to a neighboring +city. A simple-minded girl, sitting in a doorway, +whom she accosted for alms, emptied all her little +store of pocket money into the poor wayfarer's outstretched +palm. This girl was none other than Richie, +and the woman who failed to recognize the vacant but +placid face, was her own unhappy mother.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII.</h2> + + +<p>It was the eve of the New Year. The snow had +folded its white mantle over the earth, and in the gardens, +where the flowers had hidden their fragile beauty +from the ruthless fingers of the Frost King, it gleamed +whitely from amid the sombre foliage of the hardy +evergreens. On lawn and terrace it lay in uneven +drifts, tossed at will by the chilling winter winds. +Pendant from tree and shrub hung glittering icicles, +and on the window panes the frostwork looked like +the invisible effort of some fairy spirits, that a breath +from mortals would dissolve.</p> + +<p>The bright New Year is ever welcomed as a season +of enjoyment for those who have happy homes, where +friends meet around well-laden boards, to return +thanks for past prosperity, and form plans for future +happiness. But to others, friendless, forsaken, and +perhaps weary of a life of ill-requited toil, the retrospection +is often inexpressibly mournful.</p> + +<p>Alone in her room, at her friend's humble cottage, +sat Clemence Graystone, watching for the noiseless +incoming of another year. The light gleamed redly +out from the blazing wood fire, lighting up the small +apartment with its cheerful glow, but failed to call +anything like warmth or color to the marble face that +drooped low with its weight of painful thought.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> +The morrow was to be her wedding day. She raised +her head and glanced around the room, which was +filled with all the paraphernalia of the wedding toilet.</p> + +<p>An undefined dread took possession of her. It +seemed as though this happiness, that appeared so +near, was yet to elude her. A mirror stood where she +could behold her own image. A sadness stole over +the girl's spirit as she looked at the semblance of herself +there reflected. As she gazed, she seemed to be +communing with some invisible presence, and she +found herself pitying the young face in the mirror, as +if it were another than her own.</p> + +<p>While she looked sorrowfully, a second shadow became +dimly outlined behind it. Clemence started in +momentary terror. The thought occurred to her of +the old-time superstition connected with this illusion. +She remembered that an old nurse had told her in +childhood that it was an omen of death to behold this +spectral shadow. In spite of her freedom from vulgar +superstition, her lips grew colorless, and her heart beat +with alarm. She sank down again into her chair, cowering +close to the cheerful fire.</p> + +<p>An hour passed thus. The clock struck twelve. +The girl roused herself again at this—remembered +that this was to be the most eventful day of her existence. +"I must retire," she soliloquized; "it will +never do to have pale cheeks or troubled thoughts for +my wedding day. Would that I could make myself +beautiful for his dear sake."</p> + +<p>A smile of hope and joy wreathed the lips of the +soft-eyed dreamer. She paced the floor absently<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> +backward and forward, with far-off gaze; then knelt at +her bedside and breathed to the kind All Father a prayer +for guidance and strength for what might come to her.</p> + +<p>Clemence Graystone's future seemed, for the first +time since her father's sudden death, to hold in it +somewhat of happiness for her portion. The dreary +waste had changed to a smiling landscape, that glowed +beneath skies of a roseate hue. There was surely +nothing now to fear. With the love of one powerful +to protect her from life's ills, means to lavish upon +the wistful-eyed child who had grown each day deeper +into her affections, and a firm, trusting faith in the +guidance of One who ruleth over the world He has +created, a faith that had kept her from despair in the +darkest hour, and made her young life beautiful; +with hope beckoning, with smiling eyes, to the crowning +glory of womanhood, this girl, who had suffered +so much from fate, ought to have been content and +happy. But the mysterious shadow of her coming +doom brooded darkly over her.</p> + +<p>At length, inspired with a sudden feeling, for which +she could hardly account, Clemence rose, and seated +herself at her writing-desk. If she had been given to +spiritual sympathies, she would have said that her +hand was controlled by some unseen power. As it +was, there was a look of awe upon the pallid face that +bent to the task, and the girl was whiter than the +paper before her, as she wrote thus:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">My Dearest Friend</span>: Something within me, a strange, mysterious +influence, the whisperings, perhaps, of some angel spirit sent +to call me hence, impels me to write these few words of farewell.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> +If nothing should happen me, if my life should flow on tranquilly +into the valley of peace that my fond fancy pictured, then I +will keep this to laugh over, as the wild vagaries of an over-wrought, +excited imagination. But, if death should find me at my +labor of love, you will know how irrevocably my heart has been +given to you, and realize somewhat of the depths of that affection +which my lips have never dared to frame. Oh, my darling, had I +been permitted to live, I would have worshipped you; and if God +calls me, I will still hover around you, and be the first to welcome +one I loved to Heaven. All that you have been to the weary-hearted +girl, you will never know. Life seemed hopeless, but your affection +has made it a dream of happiness. I have wanted to tell you how +deeply your image was graven on my heart; how one face that was +dear to me haunted my sleeping and waking dreams. I would have +lived for you, and can die breathing a blessing for your future.</p> + +<p>There is one other that I have cared for as a mother would the +babe she carried in her bosom. My patient, tender-eyed Ruth—watch +over her when I am gone. Sometimes, when thinking of this +hour, I have prayed that its bitterness might be averted. Realizing +the agony of parting, the cruel severing of the clinging tendrils of +unselfish affection, I have shrunk from the trial. But now I feel +that my strength is sufficient, even unto the end. Though I walk +through the "valley of the shadow of death," I do not fear, for I can +behold the light that breaks beyond, "over the delectable mountains."</p> + +<p>My own Love! Strive to meet me there. Others have gone before—the +fond eyes that watched over my cradle, the mother who +nursed me during the hours of helpless infancy, and he who sheltered +and protected my early youth with tenderest care. I shall +know and love them again. The thought makes me happy.</p> + +<p>I have one last request to make. During my years of loneliness, +when I have met with so much to dishearten and discourage me in +my efforts to earn an honest livelihood, I have learned to pity the +struggling, self-supporting ones of my sex, as only those can pity +and sympathize who have suffered from a similar cause. I have +often wished that I had means to provide a home, not for "fallen +women," but for those patient toilers who are breasting the cruel, +overwhelming waves of adversity. There are many such, thrown +from loving homes upon the charities of a cold and selfish world. +It is my desire to benefit them, and, with this end in view, I would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span> +leave the money which has so lately come to me, to be expended in +the erection of a home to shelter helpless and unprotected women, +who are incapable of self-support, either wholly or in part.</p> + +<p>This is no school-girl fancy, but a plan long matured, formed from +experience and observation. It is a sorrowful fact, that has come +within my own knowledge, that more than one delicately-reared girl, +having an innate love of virtue and horror of vice, has fallen into +infamy from this cause. They have resorted to crime from a total +inability to sustain themselves in even the humblest manner, or provide +the coarsest food and clothing by their own unaided efforts. I +would be glad to give what means and influence I may possess for +so worthy an object, and I trust you to carry out these my last wishes.</p> + +<p>I can write no more. God be with and comfort you, my own, +own love.</p></div> + +<p>That was all. The pen dropped from the nerveless +grasp. Clemence bent her head wearily on the table, +and fell into a trance-like slumber.</p> + +<p>The night waned. The dawn of the New Year +found the pale sleeper with her golden head still pillowed +on her arm, and the last words that the slender +fingers would ever trace, waiting for the coming of one +to break the spell of silence, that had hushed the pale-browed +sleeper into everlasting rest.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CONCLUSION" id="CONCLUSION"></a>CONCLUSION.</h2> + + +<p>"Dead! dead! dead!" moaned Ulrica Hardyng, +bending in agony over the lifeless form, and looking +vainly for some answering gleam of recognition in the +blue eyes, that had ever beamed upon her with glances +of love and sympathy.</p> + +<p>And this was the end of all these months of working +and waiting, which was to be crowned with a glorious +fruition that had filled all hearts with joyous anticipation.</p> + +<p>But there was no time for idle sorrow. A little +white-robed figure, with great wild eyes, and tangled +curls falling over dimpled shoulders, stole into the +room, and flung herself at the feet of the still figure, +that drooped now in the woman's arms; and then a +cry rang through the house, so fraught with anguish, +that people hurrying by, in the early morning light, +stood with startled faces, and questioned as to its +cause, then reverently entered the house of woe.</p> + +<p>Below, in the little parlor of the cottage, they laid +all that was mortal of Clemence Graystone, and there, +he who had hastened to meet the loved one, passed the +long hours of that New Year's day alone with his +dead.</p> + +<p>Grief, like joy, should be sacred from stranger +eyes, and we will not linger over the scene, but glide<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span> +softly from the place that has been made desolate by +the dread presence of the destroyer.</p> + +<p>They buried the young teacher by the side of the +child she had loved in life, and whose sad dream was +thus fulfilled. The people whom she had come among, +only to be slighted, and more than that, persecuted +with malignant energy, united at her death in awarding +the meed of praise they had denied her in life. It +mattered little, though, to one who had left the cares +and trials of earth behind, what remorseful tears were +shed over her mortal remains. It was all over now, +and the troubled heart had found peace, and that pure +joy which "floweth like a river."</p> + +<p>In the little cemetery at Waveland there is one carefully-tended +spot, that is the shrine at which a little +group of sable-clad mourners meet, to mingle their +tears and prayers together. Two of them are elderly +women, who greet each other as "Alicia" and "Ulrica," +and the others, a grave-faced man, leading by the +hand a young, delicate-looking girl, are Ruth, and her +guardian, Wilfred Vaughn.</p> + +<p>The marble slab before which they kneel, bears this +upon its pure surface: "Clemence Graystone, aged +21 years." 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