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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: Lily Pearl and The Mistress of Rosedale + +Author: Ida Glenwood + +Editor: Major Joseph Kirkland + +Release Date: April 4, 2011 [EBook #35765] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LILY PEARL AND MISTRESS OF ROSEDALE *** + + + + +Produced by Barbara Tozier, Bill Tozier, Christine Aldridge +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="tr"> +<h4>Transcriber's Notes</h4> +<p>1. A <a href="#Transcribers_Notes">list</a> of spelling corrections, word variations and other information +about the original text are located at the end of this e-text.</p></div> + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;"><a name="Ida_Glenwood" id="Ida_Glenwood"></a> +<img src="images/fig001.jpg" width="427" height="600" alt="Ida Glenwood, +(The Blind Bard of Michigan.)" title="Ida Glenwood, +(The Blind Bard of Michigan.)" /> +<span class="caption"><span class="smcap">Ida Glenwood,</span><br /> +<span class="txt80">(The Blind Bard of Michigan.)</span></span> +</div> + + +<hr /> + +<h1>LILY PEARL<br /> +<small class="tiny">AND</small><br /> +THE MISTRESS <small>OF</small> ROSEDALE</h1> + +<hr class="decor" /> + + +<p class="center txt80"><b>BY</b></p> + +<h3>IDA GLENWOOD,</h3> + +<p class="center"><b>"The Blind Bard of Michigan."</b></p> + +<hr class="decor" /> + + +<p class="titlepg"><span class="txt80">AUTHOR OF</span></p> + +<p class="center"><b>"THE FATAL SECRET," "KATE WYMANS AND THE<br /> +FORGER'S DAUGHTER," "BLACK<br /> +FRANCE," ETC.</b ></p> + +<hr class="decor" /> + +<p class="titlepg"><span class="txt80">EDITED BY</span><br /> +MAJOR JOSEPH KIRKLAND.</p> + +<hr class="decor" /> + +<p class="titlepg txt80">CHICAGO:<br /> +DIBBLE PUBLISHING CO.<br /> +1892.</p> + +<hr class="decor" /> + +<p class="titlepg txt80">COPYRIGHT 1892<br /> +BY DIBBLE PUBLISHING CO.<br /> +CHICAGO.<br /> +ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p> +<h2>PREFACE.</h2> + + +<p>It matters but little to the average reader +whether a book be wholly historical or purely imaginary +if it be of sufficient interest to hold the attention +in a pleasurable excitement to its close.</p> + +<p>There are those however, who will be glad to +know that the following work was wrought out of +historical facts gleaned from a large parcel of letters +written by a son while a soldier in the army +of the rebellion, to his widowed mother, then in +Springfield, Mass.</p> + +<p>Graphic were his descriptions of scenes and incidents +coming to his personal knowledge during +that memorable march from "Atlanta to the sea."</p> + +<p>These I have woven into a web of fiction mingling +their lights and shadows, blending them as +best I could amid denser shades, hoping that peradventure +their coming to you, gentle reader, may +prove as great a pleasure in the perusing as the +author has enjoyed in the weaving.</p> + +<p class="sig"><span class="smcap">Ida Glenwood.</span></p> + +<p class="place">Fenton, Mich.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> + +<h2>EDITOR'S PREFACE.</h2> + +<hr class="decor" /> + +<p>My editing of this most interesting story has been little +more than proof-correction. On reading the manuscript in +advance of the type-setting I soon found it safer to +leave the author's style to take care of itself, sure that it +will strike the public, as it struck me, with renewed respect +and admiration for one who, sightless, can excel so many +of us having all the senses.</p> + +<p>It is touching to observe how the blind narrator dwells +on outward things,—color, light and shade, sunset skies, +human features and expressions,—which must come to her +only in imagination. She seems to dwell with peculiar +intensity on a world of beauty which we others, sated by +abundance, pass by unrecorded if not unnoticed.</p> + +<p>Sightless she is not, for in her the mind's eye is of a +brilliancy that seems to make our mere physical vision useless +by comparison. Better the soul's sight without eyes, +than the eyesight without soul.</p> + +<p class="sig"><span class="smcap">Joseph Kirkland.</span></p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> +<h2>PUBLISHERS' ANNOUNCEMENT.</h2> + +<hr class="decor" /> + +<p>We would be pleased to have the reading public patronize +"<span class="smcap">Lily Pearl and The Mistress of Rosedale</span>," +because of the benefit to the author, "The Blind Bard of +Michigan," and for the pleasure it will give the following +gentlemen and firms, who have freely and generously given +their time to the production of the work: Major Joseph +Kirkland, editor; G. M. D. Libby, printer; L. Braunhold, +artist; A. Zeese & Co., electrotypers, and Donohue & +Henneberry, binders. But the best reason for buying will +be found in the charming story itself.</p> + +<div class="constrain"> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> + +<table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td class="tcol1" colspan="3"><span class="txt70">CHAPTERS.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">I</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#MIDNIGHT_AT_CLIFF_HOUSE">Midnight at "Cliff House,"</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">17</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">II</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_LITTLE_MARINER_ALONE_UPON_THE_OCEAN">The Little Mariner Alone Upon the Ocean,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">29</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">III</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_WAIF_AFTER_THE_STORM">The Waif After the Storm,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">39</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">IV</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#RECEPTION_NIGHT_AT_THE_NEW_HOME">Reception Night at the New Home,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">50</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">V</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#DEATH_IN_THE_LITTLE_COTTAGE">Death in the Little Cottage,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">61</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">VI</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#CRAZY_DIMIS_AND_THE_TWILIGHT_SCENE">"Crazy Dimis" and the Twilight Scene,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">71</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">VII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHANGES_IN_THE_COTTAGE_HOME">Changes in the Cottage Home,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">81</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">VIII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#OUT_INTO_THE_WORLD">Out Into the World,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">91</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">IX</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#AN_UPPER_ROOM_IN_THE_HOTEL">An Upper Room in the Hotel,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">99</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">X</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_OPENING_OF_A_NEW_LIFE">The Opening of a New Life,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">108</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">XI</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#ROSEDALE">Rosedale,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">117</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">XII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#HEARTS_SECRETS_REVEALED_AND_UNREVEALED">Heart's Secrets Revealed, and Unrevealed,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">127</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">XIII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_MOTHERS_CURSE">The Mother's Curse,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">137</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">XIV</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_MYSTERIOUS_LETTER">The Mysterious Letter,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">147</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">XV</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SCENES_ON_THE_PLANTATION">Scenes Upon the Plantation,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">157</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">XVI</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_BIRTHDAY_ENTERTAINMENT">The Birthnight Entertainment,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">167</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">XVII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#A_THRILLING_REVELATION">The Thrilling Revelation,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">177</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII">XVIII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_LITTLE_PARTY_AT_THE_WASHBURNS">The Little Party at the Washburn's,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">189<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX">XIX</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_DEATH_OF_UNCLE_BOB_CH">Death of "Uncle Bob,"</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">201</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XX">XX</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_ABDUCTION">The Abduction,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">211</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXI">XXI</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#BREAKING_OF_HOME_TIES">Breaking of Home Ties,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">225</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXII">XXII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LEADING_HER_ON">Leading Her On,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">237</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIII">XXIII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#A_DAY_IN_THE_HOSPITAL">A Day in the Hospital,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">247</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIV">XXIV</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_DARK_DARK_WAVE">The Dark, Dark Wave,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">259</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXV">XXV</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_RECOGNITION">The Recognition,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">271</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVI">XXVI</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PHANTOM_REMOVED">The "Phantom" Removed,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">283</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVII">XXVII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#NEW_RESOLVES_AND_NEW_ADVENTURES">New Resolves and New Adventures,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">295</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII">XXVIII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#FLIGHT_OF_THE_SOUTHERN_SPY">Flight of the Southern Spy,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">307</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIX">XXIX</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#A_NIGHT_UPON_THE_BILLOWS">A Night Upon the Billows,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">319</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXX">XXX</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_SHADOWS_AS_THEY_FLY">The Shadows As They Fly,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">331</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXI">XXXI</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHANGING_CLOUDS">Changing Clouds,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">343</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXII">XXXII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_DARKNESS_THICKENS">The Darkness Thickens,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">355</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIII">XXXIII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#LIGHT_THROUGH_THE_RIFTED_CLOUD">Light Through the Rifted Cloud,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">367</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIV">XXXIV</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#A_STORM_ABOUT_THE_WIDOWS_COTTAGE">A Storm About the Widow's Cottage,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">375</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXV">XXXV</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#A_PROUD_SPIRIT_BROKEN">A Proud Spirit Broken,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">387</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVI">XXXVI</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#UNFOLDINGS_AND_REVELATIONS">Unfoldings and Revealings,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">397</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVII">XXXVII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_GOLDEN_CLASP_RELINKED">The Golden Clasp Relinked,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">407</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXVIII">XXXVIII</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#CHANGES_AND_REVOLUTIONS">Changes and Revolutions,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">417</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXXIX">XXXIX</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_HAZY_MISTS_ARE_LIFTING">The Hazy Mists Are Lifting,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">427</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XL">XL</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#AUNT_VINA_IN_THE_NEW_HOME">Aunt Vina in the New Home,</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">441</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol1"><a href="#CHAPTER_XLI">XLI</a></td><td class="tcol2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#GOOD_BYE">"Good Bye,"</a></span></td><td class="tcol3">450</td></tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> +<h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2> + +<table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="List of Illustrations"> +<tr><td class="tcol2"> </td><td class="tcol3"><span class="txt70">PAGE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Ida_Glenwood">Ida Glenwood, the Blind Bard of Michigan,</a></td><td class="tcol3"> </td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Midnight">Midnight,</a></td><td class="tcol3">17</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#The_Cliffs">The Cliffs,</a></td><td class="tcol3">28</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#By_the_Sea">By the Sea,</a></td><td class="tcol3">38</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Look_at_her_shipmates">"Look at her, Shipmates,"</a></td><td class="tcol3">42</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#At_the_New_Home">At the New Home,</a></td><td class="tcol3">60</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#The_Church_Yard">The Church Yard,</a></td><td class="tcol3">70</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#The_Brook">The Brook,</a></td><td class="tcol3">90</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#O_Mrs_Gaylord_I_am_so_lonely">"Oh, Mrs. Gaylord, I am so Lonely!"</a></td><td class="tcol3">104</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#The_Inn_at_Kirkham">The Inn at Kirkham,</a></td><td class="tcol3">136</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Park_Scene">Park Scene,</a></td><td class="tcol3">145</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Give_me_that_paper">"Give Me That Paper!"</a></td><td class="tcol3">146</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Nest-building">Nest-building,</a></td><td class="tcol3">200</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#The_death_of_Uncle_Bob">The Death of Uncle Bob,</a></td><td class="tcol3">207</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#The_Haystacks">The Haystacks,</a></td><td class="tcol3">210</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#She_placed_the_cup_to_his_lips">"She Placed the Cup to His Lips,"</a></td><td class="tcol3">253<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#The_Capitol_in_War_Times">The Capitol in War Times,</a></td><td class="tcol3">258</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#A_Scene_in_the_Dismal_Swamp_Virginia">Scene in the Dismal Swamp,</a></td><td class="tcol3">294</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Camp_Fires">Camp Fires,</a></td><td class="tcol3">306</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Did_you_say_her_husband">"Did You Say Her Husband?"</a></td><td class="tcol3">312</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#The_Night_Train">The Night Train,</a></td><td class="tcol3">318</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#The_Billows">The Billows,</a></td><td class="tcol3">329</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Lily_Pearl">Lily Pearl,</a></td><td class="tcol3">342</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Mrs_St_Clair">Mrs. St. Clair,</a></td><td class="tcol3">354</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Scene_on_the_Schuylkill">Scene on the Schuylkill,</a></td><td class="tcol3">365</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Lillian">Lillian,</a></td><td class="tcol3">373</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Plantation_Scene">Plantation Scene,</a></td><td class="tcol3">385</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Arrival_at_Kirkham">Arrival at Kirkham,</a></td><td class="tcol3">406</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Meeting_of_Lily_Pearl_and_her_Mother">Meeting of Lily Pearl and Her Mother,</a></td><td class="tcol3">408</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tcol2"><a href="#Aunt_Vina">Aunt Vina,</a></td><td class="tcol3">426</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 394px;"><a name="Midnight" id="Midnight"></a> +<img src="images/fig015.jpg" width="394" height="600" alt="Midnight." title="Midnight." /> +<span class="caption smcap">Midnight.</span> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h3><a name="MIDNIGHT_AT_CLIFF_HOUSE" id="MIDNIGHT_AT_CLIFF_HOUSE"></a>MIDNIGHT AT "CLIFF HOUSE."</h3> + + +<p>It was a dismal night out upon the ocean +where the huge billows tossed high their foaming +crests, or dashed with maddening fury upon the +rocky shore as if unwilling longer to submit to the +powers that shut them in; while ever and anon the +deep-mouthed thunder answered back through +the darkness "thus far shalt thou go, and no +farther."</p> + +<p>Then ran the echoes along the shore and up +the ragged cliff on whose summit one feeble ray of +light struggled through the narrow crevice of a +curtained window out into the midnight gloom. +The howling winds made sad music through the +long corridors and curious wrought lattice work +that partially enclosed it; slamming the heavy +iron gate that had broken loose from its fastenings +and kept swaying to and fro upon its rusty hinges, +wakening by its unusual noise the huge watch dog +in his kennel, who growled menacingly at being +disturbed at such a late hour. The rain beat +furiously against the windows and ran in rapid cascades +down the steep declivity into the sea, falling +on the sandy shore that extended along the beach +at the foot of the cliff.</p> + +<p>It was October, and the cottage on the summit +was usually deserted before this time, for the invalid<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +who had resided there during five successive +seasons could not well endure the autumn breezes +when the frost-king had chilled them.</p> + +<p>To-night, however, a tall, richly-dressed lady sat +alone in the spacious parlor, her black gown lying +in heavy folds on the white matting that covered +the floor, her head drooping wearily upon her hand +as her elbow rested on the table where the wasting +candle flickered low in the socket; but she heeded +it not. Now and then she would raise her head +with a sudden start and look intently at the door +opposite and then sink back again into the same +posture as before.</p> + +<p>There was sadness upon her face, such as awakens +the deepest sympathy of a human heart; but +in the keen, glistening eye there was a deeper, +sterner look that would send a sister's tenderest +love back to its secret chamber, chilled and trembling!</p> + +<p>There are hours made so big with actions and +resolves that <i>years</i> full of circumstances and results +are made to hang their heavy weights upon them. +Such an one was now passing, bearing away on its +dark wings the fearful impress made by a silent +finger, yet in characters that in after years will +reflect back upon the soul, filling it with horror and +dismay! A loud peal of thunder echoed through +the apartment and then rolled away in the distance, +leaving behind the mingled voices of the +winds and waves, with the fast falling rain on the +roof above.</p> + +<p>The door suddenly opened and a servant girl +stealthily entered with a newly lighted candle, +placed it on the table exchanging it for the one +almost spent, and then as stealthily retired.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p> + +<p>The lady did not seem to notice the intruder, as +she did not enter the door where her expectant +eyes had so often turned with a wild, weird look, +and she remained as motionless as before.</p> + +<p>Two o'clock. The little silvery bell on the mantel +proclaimed the hour, and the tall bent figure at +the table gave a sudden start, as though a new +pang had penetrated her sensitive brain.</p> + +<p>A few moments after, the door toward which her +eyes had so often wandered slowly opened and a +little girl scarcely ten years of age, timidly entered +and approached the lady.</p> + +<p>"Mother would like to come in," she said, with +a faltering voice, while her pale blue eyes were +fixed on the matting at her feet.</p> + +<p>"Tell her to come," was the laconic reply, and +the child hurried away with a much quicker step +than that with which she had entered.</p> + +<p>Immediately a small, nervous little woman +appeared, with a cold, rigid, sallow face, small gray +eyes and sandy hair, bearing in her arms a bundle +of soft white flannel, which she pressed mechanically +to her well-rounded bust, and without any +salutation seated herself upon a wicker chair, and +with the utmost <i>sang froid</i> commenced unrolling +the white flannel she had laid upon her lap.</p> + +<p>"It's a wee darling," she said, after a lengthy +pause, during which time she had exposed a little +red face and a pair of diminutive fists all ready to +begin the fierce battles of life, and towards which +the lady did not deign to look.</p> + +<p>"But it's a pretty thing," she continued. "Look +at it, ma'am; it's as fat and plump as a baby three +weeks old, and sleeps as quietly as though it had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +not been born in such a terrible storm. The pretty +dear!"</p> + +<p>"How is she?" coolly interrupted the stately +lady. "Your patient above stairs, I mean; is she +comfortable?"</p> + +<p>"Of course she is—they always are, ma'am." +And she chuckled a low, unmusical laugh which +accorded well with the mingled murmurings of the +expiring storm without.</p> + +<p>"Tell me more of her," demanded the lady imperiously. +"Will she recover soon?"</p> + +<p>"I think so ma'am; but she will need a long +rest. She is sleeping now as gentle as a kitten. +But she was pert enough, I can tell you, when she +knew she had a little girl. She actually laughed +and said she was '<i>so</i> glad,' and was going to call it +Lily Pearl. 'That will be <i>our</i> pet names joined; he +called me Lily and I called him Pearl. Lily-Pearl, +<i>that</i> shall be her name.' And I thought I would +name her as she wished, it will do no harm. It will +be a queer thing to fix into Blunt; but we shall +get used to it."</p> + +<p>The lady frowned, but there might have been +seen a moisture in her large dark eyes, as though +the heart had sent up a little maternal love from +its hidden depths, yet her stern cold words checked +them, and they did not reveal it.</p> + +<p>"You remember our contract?" she interrogated.</p> + +<p>"O yes, ma'am; I am to have two hundred dollars +upon the spot, and a hundred and fifty every +year until the child is five years old; and then we +are to have a new bargain, and if I keep the girl I +shall expect you to do something handsome, for +you know she will be of no earthly use to <i>me</i> before +that time, nor after for that matter, if she is no<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +better than my Maria." Here the woman paused, +for the infant on her lap threw up its tiny fists and +uttered a feeble cry.</p> + +<p>"Poor thing. It's cold, and will want something +to eat pretty soon," she continued as she folded the +soft flannel again around it.</p> + +<p>"I see you have not forgotten the <i>reward</i>; your +duties, I hope, are equally clear to your memory."</p> + +<p>"O yes, ma'am."</p> + +<p>"Well then, I do not want <i>her</i> to see the child +again! It will be so much easier for her to forget +that she ever had one. It is no doubt a lawful +child as she asserts, as far as her age can make it +so—but as I told you she is only fifteen and a few +years will cover up this night forever! As soon as +it is light, take it to your home and care for it as +you will; that is, be a mother to it and <i>I</i> will take +care of the rest. But remember one thing! I +demand you to forget that she <i>ever</i> mentioned the +silly name of 'Lily Pearl!' Call her anything else +you please; let me see,—Phebe, yes—that will do! +<i>Phebe Blunt!</i> Now leave her with me for a few +moments and return to the chamber, she may need +you by this time. But stay a moment;" and the +lady reached out her hands to receive the little +bundle.</p> + +<p>"Can you not keep her dozy—<i>sleepy</i>, I mean for +a short time until she gains a little strength? She +will need it you know in order to bear the news, +she will be obliged to hear! Are you sufficiently +skilled in your profession to do this without injury?"</p> + +<p>"To be sure I am ma'am! It's what she needs, +and if we don't there will be no pacifying her +about her baby."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You can tell her;" replied the lady, "If she is +troublesome, that she is not able to see it at present; +she must wait awhile! Now go!"</p> + +<p>The woman obeyed and with a cat-like tread left +the room a very significant smile lighting her hard +features; and the little babe who had just entered +upon a life of storms and tempests lay still and motionless +upon the rich dress of the beautiful lady +who should have wound her jeweled arms about the +tiny form and vowed to protect the helpless one in +whose veins her own blood was coursing; from the +terrors of the threatening blasts. But pride and +an unnatural ambition had taken the place of the +love that had once ruled her heart and better nature, +and the good God had give her knelt in humble +subjugation at their feet.</p> + +<p>She uncovered the little features before her and +gazed long and fixedly upon them, while her +thoughts ran back over the short path which had +wound so pleasantly along through the last fifteen +years since her own beautiful Lillian lay upon her +lap, the idol of him who had fallen by the flowery +way over which her memory was wandering; and +for a time it stopped by a grassy mound at which +she often knelt in the twilight hour under the +shadows of the fir tree, and a tear fell upon the innocent +upturned face; and a low wail penetrated +her ear. For a moment she pressed the tiny form +to her heaving bosom and her heart whispered, +"She shall not want—<i>I</i> will care for her—my Lillian's +babe!" She took the little hand in hers and +pressed it to her lips, and then with an impulse unpremeditated +she unfastened its dress and exposed +the pretty pink shoulders to view. She started, +and a faint cry broke from her lips which awoke<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +the slumbering echoes in the room. Upon either +shoulder a little purple spot was plainly visible, the +same over which her maternal pride had lamented +sixteen years before! There they were—the very +same! With a tremor of deep regret she hastily +covered them again and wrapped the soft warm +blankets about it tenderly as she laid it down once +more upon her lap. A few moments later the +timid Maria entered to take the babe to the kitchen, +and with an assumed hauteur the lady yielded +up her charge and it was carried from the room. +The fury of the storm had passed, though there were +clouds still lurking in the sky and the dismal Atlantic +kept up its fitful roar; but the winds had +ceased and the rain drops fell leisurely from the +eaves down upon the gravel walks, and the old +house-dog slept quietly in his kennel by the gate. +But greater than the storm without had been, was +the tumult of emotion that was still raging in the +bosom of her who now walked with unsteady step +up and down the spacious parlor with folded hands +and care-worn expression on her handsome face, +which many long years with all their changes and +bereavements could not have placed there. "It +must be!" she exclaimed at last, and slowly leaving +the room she ascended to a distant chamber where +her daughter,—her beautiful Lillian, lay pale and +restless on her bed in an unnatural sleep.</p> + +<p>The mother drew aside the thick folds of the +curtains which shut her in and gazed fixedly upon +her waxen features. How wan they looked! The +rose tints were all faded from her cheeks and lips; +and face seemed as cold and white as though just +chiseled from the unfeeling marble by the cunning<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +hand of art. By and by the white lips moved and +a few audible words escaped them.</p> + +<p>"She is dreaming" the mother thought, and +bent her stately head to listen. "It is ours—my +Pearl—our sweet Lily—<i>ours</i>, I am dying—dying—Pearl—Lily!" +The curtains fell again around the +uneasy sleeper and with a wildly throbbing heart +the wretched mother sank down upon a chair and +buried her face in her hands, while the angel of +maternal pity came and rolled away the stone from +the sealed fountain of her tears, and she wept!</p> + +<p>Three days with their gloomy nights dragged +laggardly and wearily by, and the tall lady in +black bent tenderly over the pale languid form on +the bed, bathing the white brow and striving to +arouse her from the long stupor by endearing +words and soft caresses.</p> + +<p>"Mother," she said at last; "bring my babe to +me will you? I want to see her sweet face before +I die! Love her Mother, and call her your own +precious Lillian,—give her <i>my</i> room and tell her +when old enough to understand that there the life +began which withered and died when its beautiful +blossom budded into life! Will you Mother?"</p> + +<p>"You are not going to die my daughter! You +are very weak now, it is true, but you will soon be +stronger. Wait until then, for it would be disastrous +for you to see her now. The excitement +might overcome you. Wait dear—your mother +knows best. Close your eyes and rest. Just as +soon as it is proper you shall see your babe." And +she kissed the pale brow with hot quivering lips, +and turned away to gain new strength from the +vile spirit within for the conflict through which it +was to lead her.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> + +<p>A week more and the cry of the mother's heart +for its first born would not be hushed.</p> + +<p>"My daughter," whispered the weeping mother, +"believe me, my poor, <i>poor</i> child! <i>This</i> is the +bitterest hour of my life, for the words your entreaties +compel me to utter will fall sadly on your +heart my poor Lillian! But it must be done! +Bear them my daughter with all the fortitude of +which you are capable!" The lips that were already +polluted with the falsehoods they were about +to utter pressed the white ashy ones of her child as +the demon of remorse was introduced into the +chamber of her soul which was to poison ever after +the fountain of her existence, and people her midnight +vigils with spectral fears.</p> + +<p>"It is all for the best! Think so my darling +and do not grieve that God has transplanted your +beautiful Lily to a more genial clime before its +purity was soiled by the contaminations of this +tainted life. It is safe now; and by and by it shall +be given back to you, and with this assurance do +not murmur!" Her words fell unheeded upon ears +that were sealed from all earthly sounds; but <i>they +were heard</i>! The dark, <i>dark</i> falsehood was registered +in letters of fire where no mortal hand could +ever blot them out. How true that "upon the +wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, +and a horrible tempest, and this shall be the portion +of their cup."</p> + +<p>"I have killed her! I have killed her!" almost +shrieked the miserable mother, and with a trembling +hand she frantically rang the bell. Little +Maria immediately appeared, and with as much +composure as she could command the lady asked if +Mother was still in the house.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No ma'am, she's just gone," was the reply.</p> + +<p>"Then <i>run</i> for her! Hasten, O hasten!" +pleaded the miserable woman, and the child obeyed. +Rapidly did she chafe the cold hands of the insensible +Lillian, but no "comforter" came to the sin-stained +heart to drive away its despair. Many +moments passed and she was alone with the +motionless form of her for whom she would sixteen +years before have laid down her life. What agonizing +thoughts burned themselves into her brain +as she watched the feebly returning breath and +saw with a bound of joy the soft tint steal again +into the closed lips. At last the eyes were slowly +opened and fixed themselves on the blanched face +bending over her. Then came a whisper so feeble +that the stately head bent low to listen. "I am +better now. Kiss me Mother. Let me lay my head +on your bosom, and sing to me as you used to do! +Hark! how the ocean roars! Listen—it is calling—calling—my +Lily, my noble Pearl. O my husband, +when may he come to me? We are not +children! Am I not a mother? Is he not the +father of my child?"</p> + +<p>"Do <i>not</i>, Lillian, you are very ill! Have you +forgotten what your father told you? He is where +your babe has gone you know; but his last words +were: 'My daughter; trust your mother always, +and be guided by her superior wisdom.' I am older +than you and know what is best for one in your +present position; and if you will wait and be quiet +all things will come out right at last."</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mother. Let us go home where the odor +of the orange-blossoms will bring me back to life, +and Old Auntie can tell me all about it! <i>Her</i> little +ones were all taken, and I never knew how her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +poor heart ached. I think I dreamed Mother, for +I saw my pretty Lily carried away from me +and I could not reach it although I stretched out +my arms to possess her! O Mother! Mother! <i>Is +my child dead</i>?" and the large eyes looked with a +steady gaze into the blanched face of her only +parent, who was chafing with a caressing motion +the little white hand that was lying so lifelessly +in her own. In vain did the pallid lips strive to +answer but no word came to them.</p> + +<p>"<i>Is</i> my <i>child dead</i>?" she asked again without +removing her eyes.</p> + +<p>"<i>Dead</i>, my daughter," at last fell from her icy +lips, and another sin-stain was stamped on her already +polluted soul that an ocean of tears could +never wash away.</p> + +<p>"<i>Dead</i>" she murmured, and the beautiful eyes +again closed while the wretched mother sat by and +trembled.</p> + +<p>In the darkness that enveloped her how gladly +would the soul have looked up for one little ray of +light and comfort, but the pall of sin, the thick +darkness of an abiding 'remorse' had settled down +over every glimmering hope and not a gladsome +beam of light could penetrate its dense folds. +Poor soul! More terrible than the storm that had +swept over the sea, when the words of the dark +falsehood were registered where no mortal hand +could blot them out, were the commotions of the +tempest tossed soul as the mother watched on and +the moments went wearily by!</p> + +<p>"Dead!" again whispered the pale lips. "My +Lily, my Pearl! Gone—all, all are gone! Take +me home Mother—the ocean roars—the dark +waves are rolling over your poor Lillian;—let us<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +go home," and the beautiful head turned wearily +upon its pillow and the wretched watcher moaned +in her anguish; for she was <i>alone</i>!</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="The_Cliffs" id="The_Cliffs"></a> +<img src="images/fig027.jpg" width="500" height="533" alt="The Cliffs" title="The Cliffs" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_LITTLE_MARINER_ALONE_UPON_THE_OCEAN" id="THE_LITTLE_MARINER_ALONE_UPON_THE_OCEAN"></a>THE LITTLE MARINER ALONE UPON THE OCEAN.</h3> + + +<p>Six years! How short each succeeding round +appears when one has almost reached the mountain's +top-most peak of life's upward course and +knows that soon his feet must be going rapidly +down upon the other side, where his journey ends! +But almost interminable their length to the weary +little foot-sore traveler who wanders alone at its +base ever looking upward to the green spots on +the hillside with restless longings. Poor little +Phebe! The first words that fell upon her unappreciative +ear were mingled with the requiem +notes over departed summer, and it had come for +the sixth time since that eventful night with its +soft breezes and sweet melodies—with its beautiful +flowers and singing birds, and filled the heart of +the lonely child full of the glorious sunshine. +Now she could sit upon the beach and watch the +white sails that floated away over the waters where +the golden beams kept dancing and skipping about +upon the waves, and listen to the deep, low murmurings +of the sea that seemed to sing to her +mysterious songs, until the angry passions within +would grow calm and fairy forms would lead her +away to that far-off land where in dreams she often +wandered. Poor little Phebe! She <i>was</i> an unfortunate +child "always in the way, never good for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +anything, doing nothing she ought but always the +very thing she should <i>not</i>." Never in favor, at +least with her foster-mother, who almost daily declared +"that the paltry hundred and fifty dollars +didn't begin to pay for the trouble and expense of +the disagreeable child," and yet it would have been +no very easy task to compute the cost of the +scanty meal which twice each day fell to the little +outcast child to whom the thriving, ambitious Mrs. +Blunt gave a shelter. Sure it was that a goodly +sum was stored away in the old oak chest which +would never have been there had the "troublesome +child" not found her way into the fisherman's +cottage.</p> + +<p>True, there was nothing that was winning about +the diminutive figure with the sunburnt face. An +unusual growth of thick dark-brown hair was kept +conveniently "cropped," in defiance of science or +taste, close to her well-rounded head, and a pair of +large hazel eyes seemed to be always penetrating +the secret depths of hearts where no welcome +greeted them. Her dress too did not set off her +little dumpy figure to the best advantage, although +it was often of the finest material, being generally +the cast-off garments of the "misses" of the Cliff +House, which were duly sent every season by a +servant who was commanded to "inquire after the +little girl" and always returned with a favorable +report. These the child wore regardless of size or +fitness, and as she wandered alone upon the beach +with her sad face and thoughtful eyes turned upward +gazing into the deep blue sky or away in the +dreamy distance one might have been pardoned +for calling the queer little figure gnome, or witch, +as the fancy struck him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Where under the sun has that little imp gone +to now!" exclaimed Mrs. Blunt entering the room +one day where her daughter Maria, a pale, sickly +girl of sixteen, was sitting, as she deposited her +basket of vegetables upon the bare floor in no very +amiable mood.</p> + +<p>"I do declare! She's the most provoking creature +I ever saw! I told her to have all the knives +scoured before I came in from the garden and +positively there has only <i>two</i> of them been touched +and <i>they</i> are lying out there in the sun growing +blacker than ever and she is nowhere to be seen! +I don't know <i>what</i> to do with her! It don't do a +bit of good to whip her—not a bit—and I don't +know as anything but <i>killing</i> would effect her at +all!" She smiled feebly as this last observation +fell from her lips, while the daughter laughed outright.</p> + +<p>"No it don't!" said the girl, quickly seeing that +the fury of the storm had for the time passed and +the mother was about to lift the basket and pass +into the kitchen; "it don't do a bit of good to whip +her! It only makes her mad and more willful! +Suppose we try coaxing for a time just to see how +it will work. I think there is good in her but +cross words will never bring it out!"</p> + +<p>"There is one thing about it! If we don't hear +from that woman before a great while she may go +and find some one to coax her besides <i>me</i>; I don't +like her well enough to begin!"</p> + +<p>"I presume she has not come back from Europe +yet," said the daughter musingly; then she spoke +more audibly. "I wouldn't send her off yet, +Mother; remember we have almost enough for +Father to buy a fishing smack of his own, then we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +shall be quite rich," and the blue eyes of the pale +face lighted up with the anticipation.</p> + +<p>"<i>Humph!</i> Well she has got to do better than +she has if she wants to stay here!" and with this +satisfactory conclusion she disappeared with her +basket through the narrow door into the kitchen. +Maria quietly laid aside her knitting and went out +where upon a wooden bench standing on one side +of the humble cottage lay the neglected knives +which she in a very short time polished and put +away in the narrow wicker basket on the dresser, +then taking her neatly starched sun bonnet from +its nail in the entry and placing it on her head +passed out through the garden down a narrow footpath +across the common to the sea shore. She was +in quest of the truant Phebe, and well did she +know where to find her. Walking along a few +rods by the sandy beach she came suddenly to the +foot of a steep ascent whose side facing the sea +was almost entirely composed of precipitous rocks +unevenly thrown together, while here and there a +stunted pine or a yellow clump of moss struggled +for existence. Here too, half way down the rugged +descent Phebe lay concealed in her cozy retreat, +sheltered from the summer sun by the rocks above +her, with an uninterrupted view of the boundless +ocean spread out to her delighted gaze. In a few +moments Maria was sitting by her side. She did +not seem at all surprised at the presence of her +visitor, but raising herself remarked quietly: +"Maria how <i>can</i> those birds stand on the water +out there? <i>I</i> can't do it. I wish <i>I</i> could lie down +on that wave that keeps rocking—rocking and +singing—why can't I Maria? Hark! Do they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +talk to you—the waves? Did they ever say 'come +here? come here?' They do to <i>me</i>."</p> + +<p>"You <i>are</i> a queer child!" replied Maria impatiently, +forgetting for the time the grand purpose +of her visit. "But why don't you try to be +a good girl and do as Mother wants to have you? +This morning she told you to scour the knives +which you know is your work every day, and <i>why</i> +didn't you stay and do it and not make her so +cross with you?"</p> + +<p>"'Cause—" interrupted the child; "I don't like +to scour knives and I ain't a-going to!"</p> + +<p>"You don't like to be <i>whipped</i> either," answered +Maria; "but you know Mother will do it if you +don't mind her!"</p> + +<p>"<i>I</i> don't much care," said the child, shrugging +her shoulders, as she settled herself down with +calm composure.</p> + +<p>"<i>I</i> don't care <i>much</i>. I'll be big some day, and +then she won't <i>dare</i>! O Maria, see that wave +dash up on the rock, and break all to pieces. Somehow—"</p> + +<p>"Never mind the waves; I want to talk to you. +Do you love me, Phebe?"</p> + +<p>"Love you? What is <i>that</i>? I don't love nothing," +and then starting up and rubbing both her +dirty hands across her brown forehead, an act she +always performed when some new thought flashed +up from within, she exclaimed: "O, Maria! last +night, when Father and Mother thought I was asleep +in my trundle-bed, I heard her say that somebody +had paid lots of money for me or something; and +then she laughed and said I didn't look much like +a 'lily,' and guessed that if my mother could see +me now, she'd be glad 'cause my name wasn't<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +'Lily-Pearl.' O Maria! <i>What</i> did she mean? +'<i>Lily-Pearl!</i>' I keep saying it all the time. +That's my name; and O it's such a pretty one. +Lily-Pearl! Pearls come up out of the ocean. The +teacher said so the other day, and I guess <i>that's</i> +what makes <i>me</i> love the sea so much. <i>Who</i> is my +mother, Maria? And what makes you call me +Phebe Blunt, when it's Lily-Pearl? I don't like it, +and I won't have such an ugly name. Tell me, +who <i>is</i> my mother?" Maria was a long time silent, +while a deeper pallor overspread her face. But +the large, wondering eyes of her interrogator were +fixed intently upon it. How <i>could</i> she answer? +It was a secret that never was to be mentioned; +yet well did she know that Phebe would never rest +with this sly peep into the exciting mystery, and +it would be as well to satisfy her now as any time, +and so she said mildly:</p> + +<p>"I don't know, Phebe, who your mother is; but +she was beautiful, and without doubt rich, and, I +think, would have been very glad to have kept +you, had it not been for her proud, wicked mother, +who did not think it best, and so you came to live +with us. Now, wasn't Mother kind to take care of +you when a little baby, and shouldn't <i>you</i> try to be +good, and do as she tells you, to pay her for her +trouble?"</p> + +<p>Phebe was silent for a moment, while her +thoughtful eyes were penetrating the deep blue far +away. "No," she said at last. "She might have +thrown me back into the sea, where the pearls +grow. But I <i>knew she wasn't my</i> mother," she +continued musingly, as she pointed her finger in +the direction of the cottage.</p> + +<p>"What made you think so?" asked Maria.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Because, if she was, she would kiss me like +Lutie Grant's mother does. She always says, +'good morning, daughter,' and kisses her when +she goes to school. I wonder what good it does, +though," she continued, musingly. "<i>I</i> was never +kissed in my life."</p> + +<p>"That is <i>one</i> way to love," answered Maria with +a smile. "Now will you be a good little girl if <i>I</i> +kiss you and love you?"</p> + +<p>"Maybe so," was the laconic reply.</p> + +<p>Maria put her arms around the child's neck and +drew her towards her, imprinting upon her lips +a hearty kiss.</p> + +<p>"Pshaw! <i>That's</i> nothing!" she replied, disdainfully. +"Is that love, Maria?"</p> + +<p>"No; it was a kiss. If you loved me, you +wouldn't say <i>pshaw!</i> but kiss me as I did you. +Now come, let us go to the house. Remember, I +have told you a secret about your mother and this +will make us friends. You must not tell any one, +or even speak about the beautiful lady for Mother +would be very angry because I talked about it; +and don't forget that you promised to be just as +good as you can be, which I am sure will be all +right, and by and by we shall all love you. +Come!"</p> + +<p>"I shan't go! She will want me to wash potatoes, +or something, and I <i>won't</i> do it."</p> + +<p>"But you promised that you would be a good +girl if I would love you, and this is not keeping +your promise."</p> + +<p>"O <i>you</i> don't love me; you only want me to go +home and scour knives, and I don't like to scour +knives, and I <i>won't</i>, either."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But Mother will whip you when you do come +home, and I don't like to see you whipped; why +won't you come now?"</p> + +<p>Phebe looked at her companion with surprise. +She had never heard her talk so gently and feelingly +before. For a moment she was almost +tempted to yield. Maria saw her advantage and +once more urged the willful child to accompany her. +Phebe's eyes turned again towards the sea.</p> + +<p>"O Maria, Maria! see that big wave chase the +other clear up on the sand!"</p> + +<p>And the little dumpy form swayed to and fro +while her large eyes glistened. Maria turned +hopelessly away. Her experiment had failed. "The +child is past redemption," she thought, as she +walked moodily home. Phebe sat a long time gazing +out from her rocky "eyrie" by the sea, thinking +over and over again the little story to which +she had just listened, and wondering how the beautiful +lady looked; and if she really was her mother, +and if, instead of being brought by an angel, as +Lutie Grant said her little sister was, she had been +picked up from off the ocean by somebody she had +never seen, and so they called her "Lily-Pearl!" +By and by a sudden impulse took possession of +her.</p> + +<p>"I <i>must</i> go and see where that sail boat was +going that had just rounded the point yonder!" +It had disappeared from sight, but <i>where</i> had it +gone? With rapid steps she ascended the rocks, +and ran up the hill with her utmost speed and then +descended into a broad, thick woodland, where for +a time she forgot her haste, listening to the music +of the birds and gathering wild flowers that were +growing all about her. Still she wandered on. It<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +was past noonday when she emerged from the +woods and espied just before her, on a slight elevation, +a beautiful house—the house where she +was born! There was nothing here, however, +to reveal the interesting fact to the little wanderer, +and so she traveled on, stopping only for a +moment to peep through the heavy iron gate at two +pretty children who were playing in the yard, skipping +and jumping along the gravel walk; and then, +as if fearful of being discovered, started off as fast +as possible, leaping down the edge of the cliff until +she reached the sandy beach far below. Here she +stopped. The pretty sail boat that had allured her +hither was nowhere to be seen, and weary and +heated, she threw herself upon the ground and +watched the rising tide as it came dashing upon +the beach. It had risen rapidly, when suddenly +she became aware that a dark object was floating +near her on the water. It was a small row boat +often used by the inmates of Cliff House, but which +the tide had washed from its moorings, and was +now with its bow still clinging to the sandy beach, +swaying impatiently at her feet, restless as her own +adventurous spirit. With a scream of delight she +sprang into the frail bark, and soon found herself +floating steadily and rapidly away from the shore. +Now, for the first time, she was out upon the waves +where she had so longed to be, amid the sparkling +gems which the sunbeams were scattering all +around her, while the huge billows just beyond +beckoned her to follow. A small oar lay by her +feet, and with this she caressed the ripples and +drew, now and then from the unknown depths, the +dark-green seaweed that floated by.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> + +<p>Thus she was borne away, unmindful of the danger +into which her wild spirit was leading her, and +heeding not the sun descending into the dark, +gloomy clouds that hung about his ocean bed, for +she was happy now; alone upon the boundless sea, +her life had become the fairy dream in which she +had so often revelled while closeted in her rocky +retreat, from which she was floating forever.</p> + +<p>She was no more a child, but a wave—a billow—one +of those which had sung to her so often while +she sat and watched them, and her low, sweet voice +joined in the anthem of the sea as if it said—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rock me, Mother, gently rock me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0q">Sing the songs I love so well."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="By_the_Sea" id="By_the_Sea"></a> +<img src="images/fig037.jpg" width="500" height="293" alt="By the Sea" title="By the Sea" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_WAIF_AFTER_THE_STORM" id="THE_WAIF_AFTER_THE_STORM"></a>THE WAIF AFTER THE STORM.</h3> + + +<p>Phebe listened to the rolling music with an +ecstasy never before experienced in her wildest +dreams, and as the winds moaned on the distant +shore and the sea-birds shrieked their sad accompaniment +to the chorus of her song, she fell +asleep hungry and weary.</p> + +<p>Little slumberer, who shall guide thy frail bark, +unseen by mortal eye, over the trackless waves? +Who shall check the rising storm and temper the +fury of the winds to the poor lone lamb? An eye +is upon thee and thou cans't not perish! A sure +hand is at the helm, and the frail bark shall ride +gloriously over the angry deep, and a sweet voice +near thee shall whisper "peace, be still!"</p> + +<p>It was quite dark when the rolling thunder +awoke the sleeper, and with a scream of horror she +sprang to her feet to find her alluring dreams, her +fancied bliss, all dispelled as the realities of danger +burst upon her. She called loudly, but the sea +gave only a dismal echo to her ears; she shouted +but the deep-toned thunders alone sent back a +reply. Where now was the brightness that had +so dazzled her? The sunbeams had gathered up +all their sparkling gems and with them had disappeared! +The music of the waves had died away, +the little song which a few hours before had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +bubbled up in her joyous heart was hushed, and +all was darkness and gloom. Ah, little mariner, +life is full of just such changes! Sunshine and +tempest—noonday and darkness; all intermingling +their lights and shades! Thy first great +lesson is a sad one, but it will never leave thee. +Better so than that it should be only half learned.</p> + +<p>Phebe lay in the bottom of the boat famished +with hunger, wet with the drenching rain, pale +and sick, when the captain of a gallant yacht +which had "laid to" during the storm, espied from +its deck a little speck far away to leeward, apparently +lying still upon the waters.</p> + +<p>"I say, Thornton," he remarked to a shipmate +near him; "isn't that a boat off yonder? Here—take +the glass! I can hardly make it out. But +it's something, whether there's any life about it +or not."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it's a boat clear enough," replied his companion +eyeing it intently; "but I imagine it's one +that has been washed from some ship during the +storm for there is nothing alive about it as I can +see."</p> + +<p>"I think you are right so we'll leave it to its +fate."</p> + +<p>In a few moments the beautiful craft had disappeared +and the little boat with its helpless occupant +was left unheeded except by Him who permits +not a sparrow to fall to the ground without his +notice. Ah—thy fate was near thee, little one but +the unseen hand has removed it and it is well! +Through the waves the yacht ploughed its way, +for the breakers were rushing back from the shore +and all on board save one returned to their berths +for the rest that had been deprived them by the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +howling winds and the tossing of the staunch hull +which the day before had seemed so sure and safe +in its strength, but which the billows bore high on +their foaming crests, then dashed as a helpless +thing into the dark furrows the storm-king had +ploughed out from the angry deep as he marched +onward! O the horrors of a night spent amid a +"storm at sea!"</p> + +<p>Seated in one of the state rooms was a tall, +queenly woman, robed in a rich <i>deshabille</i> of gray +silk, with her elbow resting on the window sill, her +hand supporting the head that bent wearily upon +it, while her dark eyes gazed through the heavy +plate glass out upon the black waters that kept +dashing and surging against the victorious yacht +proudly crushing the intruding waves that presumed +to cross its pathway.</p> + +<p>"Mother," said a winning voice near, "why will +you not lie down awhile before breakfast? The +danger is all over, and listen! Hear how calmly +the seamen walk the deck! I presume everyone +has concluded to make up for the fearful lying +awake and will not be astir for two hours at least. +Come Mother!"</p> + +<p>"No—I can rest here! We shall be out another +night, and it may be <i>two</i>," was the desponding reply.</p> + +<p>"You used to sing 'life on the ocean wave' +Mother, and I remember your saying once that you +had no sympathy with Headley who declared that +'to sing that song by a good warm fire and being +in it were two very different experiences,' for <i>you</i> +rather enjoyed the one you passed through during +your first voyage."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, child, I remember! I was not as old then +as now;" and she might have added "and not as +<i>guilty</i> then as now;" but they passed on.</p> + +<p>It was nearly noon before a coasting vessel came +in sight, and spying the little boat that was floating +amid the waves the kind-hearted captain +ordered three sturdy tars to go and capture it.</p> + +<p>"Not so great a job as we've had sometimes," +remarked one playfully.</p> + +<p>"Pull away boys, see—there is something in the +bottom! Steady,—" and as they came alongside the +speaker sprang into the boat.</p> + +<p>"Och—but she's dead!" exclaimed Mike, as he +raised the insensible child in his arms. "She is! +Look at her, shipmates," he continued bringing +her forward as he would a coil of rope.</p> + +<p>"There isn't a bit of color in her face under the +dirt; poor wee thing!" and he passed her over to a +man with a very brown, weather-beaten face, who +laid her tenderly on some blankets and began +chafing her hands.</p> + +<p>"She is <i>alive</i>, boys," he said a few minutes +after; "here Mike—pass me that little bottle I +saw you put in your pocket this morning, it looked +to me like very good brandy," he continued with a +laugh, at the same time reaching out for it.</p> + +<p>"Sorra a bit of <i>brandy</i>!"</p> + +<p>"Never mind, pass it over, whatever it is. For +once I'll not expose you for the good it may do +now." The small bottle was passed and the kind +man placed it to the lips of the insensible girl.</p> + +<p>"Drink it, child," he said in tones as low and +soft as a woman's; "it will make you well."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="Look_at_her_shipmates" id="Look_at_her_shipmates"></a> +<img src="images/fig042.jpg" width="500" height="342" alt=""Look at her, shipmates!"" title=""Look at her, shipmates!"" /> +<span class="caption smcap">"Look at her, shipmates!"</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p> + +<p>She did not hear him; yet she did swallow +the few drops that were turned into her mouth, and +the good man's predictions proved correct, for in a +few moments she opened her eyes, but turned her +head, hid her face in the blankets on which she +was lying.</p> + +<p>"She is afraid of our hard old faces," remarked +the sailor who was bending over her; "but we will +soon be where there will be more agreeable ones. +Give way, boys, they are waiting for us," and rising, +he left the "wee" stranger to herself.</p> + +<p>"I should think she would have got used to +ugly faces if she has been where there's a glass," +remarked the third of the party, rather cruelly, +but laughing and good-natured. They reached +the schooner, and the wearied child was handed +on board, amid many exclamations and intermingling +remarks of sympathy and astonishment.</p> + +<p>There were two women down in the small cabin; +one the wife of Mike, who, in accordance with the +kindness natural to her people, took the little outcast +mariner under her especial care, and, with +feminine instincts, provided for her wants.</p> + +<p>The next few days the diminutive figure of +Phebe Blunt sat upon the dark, dingy chest beneath +the small narrow window in the cabin, looking +out upon the blue, blue sea her beating heart +so much loved, as it gathered up the jewels of emerald, +and gold, and crystal pearls which the sunbeams +scattered upon the wavelets' snowy crests, +and with them her fancy built a palace of its own, +to which in after years memory would often return +and bear away some precious stones to adorn her +sober real life.</p> + +<p>"Ye're a strange child," said Cathreen, one day, +after watching her for a long time, as she sat coiled +up on the heavy chest, her large eyes peering from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +the window at the dark waters over which they +were sailing. "What makes ye look so much at +the sea? I'd rather see the land any time; and I +wouldn't care a farthing if I never put my eyes on +a bit of water again as long as I live." The child +turned her beaming face towards the speaker with +an expression of wonder and incredulity playing +over it.</p> + +<p>"How <i>can</i> it?" she asked at last, as her little +brown hands brushed back the mass of dark hair +from her broad forehead.</p> + +<p>"Can what?" and the two women laughed heartily.</p> + +<p>"Walk on the water. I couldn't, and I don't +believe <i>He</i> could," and the bewildered gaze was +turned again out of the narrow window.</p> + +<p>"<i>Who</i>, child? Are you beside yourself?"</p> + +<p>"<i>He!</i> Lutie Grant's mother said He walked on +the great sea, but <i>I</i> don't believe it. How could +He? <i>I</i> can't."</p> + +<p>"Ye don't know what ye're talking about."</p> + +<p>"Yes she does," interrupted the other. "It's +Christ, the Bible tells about."</p> + +<p>"And he used to love little girls, and took 'em +up and kissed 'em; she said so; but, pshaw! that's +nothing! Maria kissed <i>me</i> once, but 'twasn't +much. I'd like to walk on the water, though," +and again the eyes sought the far-off, and dropping +her head upon her arms sat motionless as before.</p> + +<p>"She's a puzzle," remarked Cathreen as she +went about her work.</p> + +<p>"I'd just like to know who she is and where she +came from," remarked her companion, musingly. +"I can almost believe that she <i>did</i> come up out of +the sea, as she says, and that her name <i>is</i> 'Lily-Pearl'," +and she laughed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> + +<p>There was a third one who had been listening +to the conversation from the narrow stairway that +led to the deck, and entering at this moment, said, +gently:</p> + +<p>"I think I know some one who would enjoy +working out this 'puzzle'," and he laid his hand +tenderly on the bushy head of the little girl.</p> + +<p>"Would you like to go home with me and live?" +he asked. "You will find one there who can tell +you all about <i>Him</i> who walked on the sea and +loved little children, and I imagine he would love +<i>you</i>, too, for there is more in this little heart and +brain than is generally given to one so young and +ignorant," he continued, as he turned to the wondering +women who were listening.</p> + +<p>"Ye're not going to take her home with ye <i>sure</i>, +Mr. Evans? Mike said that <i>he</i> guessed we'd take +her; she's no trouble and likes the water."</p> + +<p>Phebe shrugged her shoulders and looked toward +her friend who said, pleasantly:</p> + +<p>"I think I will take her home with me; and +perhaps we will hear from her mother or somebody +who will want her, some day," and patting the +rounded cheek, left the cabin and ascended to the +deck while Phebe went on with her musings, and +the two women commented on her future and the +"strange conduct of the mate." Yet, all unseen +a hand was tenderly leading the little stray lamb +back to its fold through "pastures green" and "by +the still waters," where the thorns and the briars +were scattered along its banks, and where the poor +feet would many times get torn, and the heart grow +faint; but her way is onward, for the Father leadeth +her. Somebody has said that "God will make +the blind bird's nest," and Faber once declared that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> +"there is hardly <i>ever</i> a complete silence in our +souls. God is whispering to us well nigh continually. +Whenever the sounds of the world die out, +then we hear these whisperings of God." Was He +not doing this to our little mariner? "They talk to +me," she would say, and in her innocence it was +the waves that talked—it was the billows that +called, but the Father's tender voice was whispering, +and his loving care was continually over +her.</p> + +<p>"The wind is coming up again pretty brisk, +Mate, and I guess we shall have another rough +night," said the captain, as he met the other on his +rounds just as the darkness began to settle down +about the vessel.</p> + +<p>"If it will keep in the northeast, all right; we +will reach the harbor by to-morrow," and he walked +thoughtfully on.</p> + +<p>This prediction was true. In less than a half +hour the gale was tossing the billows high about +the ship, and the sky was dark and lead-colored. +Phebe would not leave the little window, although +the white foam dashed against the small panes and +the gloom without was impenetrable.</p> + +<p>"Come away, child," commanded one of the women, +sharply, "what makes you keep sitting there, +when you can't see the nose on your face?"</p> + +<p>"I don't want to see it," was the quick reply; +"I want to see them roll and tumble over each +other. <i>He</i> couldn't walk on it now?" she queried, +turning to the mate who had entered.</p> + +<p>"But He could do something more wonderful +than that," he said, coming to her and laying his +hand on her head.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p> + +<p>The wondering eyes that were looking into the +face of the speaker grew larger and brighter and +she said—</p> + +<p>"I don't believe it!"</p> + +<p>"The Bible says so, Phebe, and Willie believes +it. Hark—how the wind blows and the waves +roar! but <i>He</i> could say to them all, 'Peace, be +<i>still</i>!' and they would mind him."</p> + +<p>"Stop blowing?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and the sea stop rolling."</p> + +<p>She looked at the smiling face for a moment and +then with a shrug of the shoulders turned her eyes +again out of the window. The ship was plunging +madly in the darkness, and the occupants in the +little cabin were obliged to hold tightly on to the +railing around it to prevent being dashed together, +but Phebe kept her seat on the old weather-beaten +chest, clinging to the window for power to hold her +position, yet her face did not lose its quiet expression +for a moment.</p> + +<p>"Well, little girl, I see you are not afraid," remarked +the mate, pleasantly, as he turned to go +above. "I didn't know but the storm would make +you think of your ride all alone, and would want +some of my help again."</p> + +<p>"It don't rain and thunder now," she remarked +quietly. "It was awful; the waves talked, and something +said, 'Poor little Phebe! the pearls are looking +at you, and will take you down in their beautiful +home, where you belong, if the storm don't +stop'—but it did, and I went to sleep. Where are +the pearls? It's cold down there, and what made +them throw me on the waves?" Thus Phebe +mused while the winds died away and the waves +were calmed, and as the ship settled down into<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +quiet on the dark sea, she turned to the frightened +inmates of the cabin with the expression: "Guess +He <i>did</i>," and getting off her seat crept softly to her +bed.</p> + +<p>In the elegant yacht seen in the morning, another +pair of dark eyes was gazing through the +window of the stateroom into the rapidly gathering +storm. Evidently it had changed its course, +and instead of making its way southward along +the coast, it was now laboring to gain the open sea. +The eyes were wild in their burning excitement, +as the blackness became more intense and the billows +roared as they dashed against the brave +craft. There was no gathering of the "precious +gems" into the soul of the stately lady, for her +memory was full of a sad record, from which she +could not shut her thoughts. She turned almost +fiercely towards the calm figure reclining on the +sofa opposite, exclaiming: "Lillian, you anger me. +What are you lying there for, when such a terrible +storm is out upon the sea? Do you not know that +we are not going towards Mobile at all, but are +sailing as rapidly as the winds can drive us out +into—nobody knows where?"</p> + +<p>"Eternity, perhaps," was the quiet response.</p> + +<p>"Are you trying to torture me, child?"</p> + +<p>"This should not do it, Mother, for your pallid, +pinched face tells me that I have given you no new +thought. We are in danger, as you know, and many +have come where we are never to a shore again."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Belmont was silent. Her wild gaze turned +once more out of the window, and the daughter +mused on.</p> + +<p>At last. "If Pearl only knew, I could lie down +under a friendly billow peacefully—yes, gladly."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Will you persist, Lillian?"</p> + +<p>"He is my husband and the father of my child."</p> + +<p>A moment's silence.</p> + +<p>"How terrible! That peal was directly over us!"</p> + +<p>The stately head dropped upon the white arm +extended across the heavy bar of iron to which she +was clinging, while the shouts and heavy hurried +feet made a dismal accompaniment to the confusion +all about her.</p> + +<p>Lillian spoke.</p> + +<p>"Mother, with death in the air and on the sea, +tell me, <i>where</i> is my child?"</p> + +<p>"In heaven, I hope," and for once she spoke +truly.</p> + +<p>"If not there, do you know where she is?"</p> + +<p>"She is there. I will not endure your suspicions, +Lillian! Never ask me concerning your child +again."</p> + +<p>The stately lady attempted to rise, but fell back +insensible upon the chair. When consciousness +was restored the fury of the storm was passed, and +Mrs. Belmont, weak and dispirited, moaned upon +her bed until the sea-sick passengers landed safely +at their destination.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/fig050.jpg" width="300" height="321" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h3><a name="RECEPTION_NIGHT_AT_THE_NEW_HOME" id="RECEPTION_NIGHT_AT_THE_NEW_HOME"></a>RECEPTION NIGHT AT THE NEW HOME.</h3> + + +<p>Not many miles from Boston there stands a +small, white cottage a few rods back from the main +road, with a cool, shady lane leading to the lawn +by which it is surrounded. Around this stands +many wide-spreading maples, which cast their +shadows over roses and honeysuckles when the +sun is hottest, while the summer breezes linger +among the branches to fan the noonday loungers, +who, weary with their morning's toil in the field, +seek rest beneath their shades. In the rear a garden +stretches its way down to a little brook, which +winds itself hither and thither through the tall +meadow grass, singing softly to the gay lilies +which hang their heads over its banks. The brook +passes on through the narrow strip of pines that +had carpeted the path on its margin with soft +matting until it reaches a fair and picturesque lake, +lying snugly nestled in the bright green basin +the surrounding hills have made for it. Trees +stand upon the water's edge and dip their long, +pendant branches playfully into the blue beneath +them, and white waxen lilies with their pure petals +deck the bosom of the sleeping beauty, and +rise and fall mechanically as the breezes pass over +the surface.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was to this home, surrounded by green fields +and nature's beauties that George Evans, the kind-hearted +sailor, brought the unpromising prize +whom he found floating upon the waters.</p> + +<p>It was a beautiful, calm summer evening when +the two stepped from the cars at the small village +of Kirkham and began their pleasant walk of some +two miles to their journey's end. The road lay +over a varied country of hills and dales, on which +the setting sun was throwing an additional charm +of golden hues, lighting up the tree tops and gilding +the quiet lake and brooklet with tints of +changing glories, crowning the distant mountain +with a chaplet of beauty, as the retiring king sank +lower and lower in his chamber of purple and +crimson behind a western cloud. The sailor was +walking slowly with bowed head, holding the little +brown hand of his <i>protegee</i> tightly in his own, unheeding +the departing splendors of the dying day, +for his thoughts were busy and his face denoted a +"mind ill at ease."</p> + +<p>"Look—look!" exclaimed his little companion, +pulling away her small hand from the weather-beaten +one that was so gently leading her.</p> + +<p>"<i>That</i> is 'most as pretty as the sea: But it don't +talk to me," she continued, after a moment's pause. +He <i>did</i> look as she requested, but not where her +finger pointed, for his attention suddenly became +riveted upon the little upturned face beside him.</p> + +<p>"If they could only see her <i>now</i>," he thought; +"what eyes! But it will be all gone when we get +there, and nothing but the old look of impishness +will remain." A smile passed over his bronzed +features as he continued to gaze at her who was +hurrying on before to gather some flowers that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +grew by the road-side, and well might he be +pardoned for any remark he might be tempted to +make, for a more unlovely little image could not +well be imagined. Her dress, which had originally +been of very fine material, had lost the most of its +beauty before coming to her, and what little might +have been left disappeared during the night she +lay asleep in the bottom of the dirty fishing boat +with the rain beating upon her. To be sure it had +been washed and mended by the kind-hearted +Cathreen on board the "Bay State," but even this +process had failed to add new charms to it, for +there were many more colors (added by the several +patches) than were at first intended to be there. +This outer article of apparel, with an apology for +one other garment, was the sole covering of the +little dumpy figure; and her hair, which was very +thick and much longer than it was generally permitted +to grow, hung in confusion about her sunburnt +face.</p> + +<p>They had now ascended a slight eminence which +overlooked the valley, and before them was distinctly +visible the blue lake with its green border, +and a long line of struggling sunbeams lingering +upon its bosom, while to the right, in the +midst of the evening shadows, stood the neat +white cottage with its numerous adornings; still +nearer and plainly discernable in the broad light +was a smooth white marble slab cold and chilling +as the form which had for many years rested beneath +it. This stone so motionless and still told +the passer-by that "Henry Wood," the former +owner and proprietor of the pleasant home and +those extensive fields had long ago ceased from his +labors, and the soil which his hands had so productively<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +tilled was now another's, yet they were +not his who was now so thoughtfully looking over +them. When <i>he</i>, twelve years ago, stood in the +place of the buried husband, by the side of the +widowed wife, the reservation had been made. The +farm with all its accompaniments should belong +to his future companion and <i>her</i> heirs, of whom +her only daughter stood first in the rank of all +succeeding claimants.</p> + +<p>One child had been born to them, a poor +crippled boy of ten years, towards whom the +father's heart always turned with all its fullness +of paternal love.</p> + +<p>"Come here, Phebe," said the sailor kindly to +the busy little girl, who had her hands full of gay +flowers and leaves, as he seated himself on a stone +by the roadside. "Come here and see that house +yonder! Don't you think you would like to live +there? See that lake, it isn't quite as large as the +one I found you on, but there is a boat much prettier, +very much, than the one you took your lonely +ride in. Tell me, don't you think you would like +such a home as that?" he continued, seeing she +was gazing thoughtfully on the scene.</p> + +<p>"I'd like to go <i>there</i>," she answered at last, +pointing to the green hills that surrounded the +lake.</p> + +<p>"But who would feed and take care of you? Besides, +why would you not like to live in that pretty +house? There are flowers all around it, and smooth +paths through the garden down to the meadow +brook, and beside it you can walk to the lake where +the bright little row-boat is fastened to the oak +tree. Willie thinks it is very nice! We always +go there together when I am at home, and while<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> +we are sailing I tell him all about my voyage, +what I saw and heard, and what I hope he will see +and hear some day."</p> + +<p>"Won't they make me scour knives and wash +potatoes?" asked the child, eagerly. "I don't like +to do it, and I <i>won't</i>!" she exclaimed emphatically. +"Mother used to whip me because I wouldn't do it; +but I would run away down to the shore and talk +to the waves. Do the waves talk over there?" she +said, pointing to the lake, around which the nightly +shadows were densely gathering.</p> + +<p>"If they do, they will tell you it is <i>very</i> naughty +not to do what those who are so kind ask you to +do. Mothers have to do many things that are not +pleasant, and every mother's girl ought to try to +please her. Don't you think so?" Phebe shrugged +her shoulders, and drawing her hand across her +forehead, replied quickly—</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't like to scour knives, and I hain't +got no mother."</p> + +<p>"But I want Willie's mother to be yours, and I +think she will be very kind to you, if you are good +and try to please her."</p> + +<p>A shadow passed over his face, and he was silent +for a long time. When he once more aroused himself +to actual life it had grown quite dark and the +child was nowhere to be seen. He called, but she +did not answer. Hurrying down the hill he called +again; but the echoes were his only reply. For a +moment a sense of relief came over him. He had +pondered much how he should introduce his little +charge to the family circle in her most attractive +light, in order to avoid opposition as much as possible. +But she was gone, and he could now go to +his home with the expectation of a joyful greeting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +from all, unless it be save one. Then his great +heart spoke.</p> + +<p>No, he could not leave her to wander off alone +to perish; he <i>must</i> find her. Besides, Willie needed +a companion. Poor lonely boy, he was denied the +sports of other children, and was left alone with +his thoughts and books so much that he was growing +morbid and silent. This was pitiful in one so +young, and it may be that he needed just such a +play-fellow as this to draw him away from himself; +and he would find her.</p> + +<p>Hurrying on he did not stop until he had reached +his own door, and to his great surprise he beheld +Phebe in the little sitting room surrounded by the +family circle, who seemed to be enjoying their +strange guest to the utmost. He stepped quickly +back into the deeper shadows and listened. They +were evidently trying to find out something of her +history, for Willie asked:</p> + +<p>"But where did you come from? You can tell +us <i>that</i>."</p> + +<p>"I came from way down in the ocean, where the +pearls grow, that is what my beautiful mother +called me Lily-Pearl for."</p> + +<p>A hearty laugh succeeded this answer, while +Fanny remarked, ironically:</p> + +<p>"I should imagine she had sprung out of <i>some</i> +dark cavern; but there is not much of the appearance +of the pearl family about her."</p> + +<p>"What made you come <i>here</i>?" inquired Mrs. +Evans, kindly; "did any one send you?"</p> + +<p>"I thought I'd just come and see if you'd make +me scour knives and wash potatoes; 'cause, if you +would, I don't want to live here. I don't like to +do it and I <i>won't</i>!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What a strange child," remarked Willie. "I +wish I could keep her; I should like her <i>so</i> much."</p> + +<p>"Like me? Does <i>that</i> mean <i>love</i>? Would you +kiss me and say, 'Good-bye, dear,' as Lutie Grant's +mother does? Maria kissed me once, but <i>that</i> was +nothing," and she shrugged her shoulders with an +impatient gesture of contempt.</p> + +<p>"Kiss her," exclaimed Fanny; "I would as soon +kiss one of our pigs."</p> + +<p>Mr. Evans from the shadow saw the flash in the +large dark eyes, as they turned upon the speaker, +and thought it time to make his appearance known. +As he entered the door Phebe ran to him with outstretched +arms, and exclamations of pleasure, while +the eager hands of the little lame boy were reached +out towards him, and soon clasped in the strong, +loving embrace of the happy father. The wife +came forward for her share of joyful greetings, but +the daughter kept her seat by the table where she +was sewing, extending her hand only as the father +approached, but he bowed his head and kissed her +brow with a fondness that was not returned.</p> + +<p>"Well, Phebe, what made you run away from +me?" he asked, turning to the little girl who was +still clinging to him, and laying his hand tenderly +on her bushy head. "You wanted to introduce +yourself, did you? Didn't you know I was very +much frightened? I thought, perhaps you had +run away to the woods where you seemed so anxious +to go and live."</p> + +<p>"And where you picked her up, I should imagine," +remarked Fanny, without raising her eyes +from her work.</p> + +<p>"Not quite so bad as that, is it, Phebe? But +we will talk about that by and by," and unfolding<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +a large bundle which he had brought with him +he handed Willie some books which made his blue +eyes sparkle; then a parcel to his wife and another +to the daughter, while a third he held in his hand.</p> + +<p>"Here are some dresses for Phebe, which I think +will serve to win for herself a trifle more affection +than she can expect to get in her present outfit," he +said with a smile.</p> + +<p>Unfolding some bright calicoes, he called the +little girl to him.</p> + +<p>"Won't you look pretty when you have these +new dresses on?" he asked kindly.</p> + +<p>"Lutie Grant never wore prettier clothes than +these will be!"</p> + +<p>This had the desired effect. How her eyes sparkled +and danced with the anticipation.</p> + +<p>"Why, isn't she handsome, Father? Where <i>did</i> +you find her?"</p> + +<p>He gave a communicating look to his son and +said;</p> + +<p>"Tell Willie where I found you, will you?"</p> + +<p>"'Way out on the ocean," she said, evasively.</p> + +<p>"What were you doing there?" Willie again +asked.</p> + +<p>"I wanted to go out on the waves and hear what +they said. I couldn't tell what they said when I +was on the rocks."</p> + +<p>"You said you came from way down in the sea +where the pearls grew."</p> + +<p>"And so I <i>did</i>, but not now. A beautiful lady +picked me up. Will <i>you</i> call me Lily-Pearl?" she +asked, coming close to Willie and taking his soft, +white hand in hers. "I'll be good, then."</p> + +<p>"And do what Willie's mother asks you to do?" +interrupted Mr. Evans; but there was no answer.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Let me call you Lily <i>Evans</i>; that's my name, +you know, and if you are to be my sister, we must +love each other, and I shall want to have you like +my name, too. Shall I?" Phebe shrugged her +shoulders, and the old unpleasant look came back +to her face.</p> + +<p>"Then you don't want me for your brother? I +thought you were going to love me, and we would +be happy together."</p> + +<p>Phebe stole more closely to his side, and looking +up into the pale face whispered, timidly, "Will +you kiss me, Willie?"</p> + +<p>"To be sure I will, and <i>love</i> you, too—I know I +shall!" and the boy kissed heartily the little upturned +face just as Fanny's sneering laugh reached +her. The flash of indignation darted to her dark +eyes, which her kind protector had seen there more +than once, and well did he understand the foe that +was lurking beneath.</p> + +<p>"I think little Phebe must be tired; can you +find a place for her to sleep, Mother?" he asked +soothingly, at the same time drawing her towards +him. "Good night, my little girl; I hope you will +have pleasant dreams, and to-morrow we will talk +about the new dresses." He kissed her fondly as +he spoke, and the face beamed with joy as she left +the room.</p> + +<p>There was a long family consultation that night +after the child had been shown to her bed, and for +the first time in her whole life made to repeat the +simple prayer: "Now I lay me down to sleep," +which she did reluctantly, and with many shrugs. +But the quiet, earnest voice of Mrs. Evans subdued +her, and she at last submitted with a very +good grace. It was finally decided before the family<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +separated for the night, that the new-comer +should for a time, at least, become an inmate of the +home circle, and through Willie's solicitations she +should be considered his exclusive property. He +would be her teacher, guiding all her studies, filling +her little untutored mind with the knowledge +he had gained, as well as endeavoring to correct +her faults; while she in return would be his companion, +drawing him in his carriage and amusing +him generally. It was with a light heart that the +poor lame boy lay down to sleep that night. +Bright visions of coming happiness flitted through +his mind, and succeeded in driving away his +usually quiet slumbers.</p> + +<p>The next morning he arose early and soon after +"Lily," as he persisted at the time in calling her, +notwithstanding Fanny's sarcastic protestations, +appeared in a neat chintz frock and pink apron +which had not been taken out from their hiding +place since the baby boy had grown too large for +their use. Her hair was smoothly parted back +from the forehead and her face was beaming and +animated. She bounded quickly to Willie's side +as she entered the room where breakfast was waiting, +and inquired eagerly: "Do I look pretty?" +"To be sure you do; just as pretty as any other +girl!"</p> + +<p>"I want to tell you something," she leaned over +to whisper as she was being lifted to her seat by +the side of her future companion; "I love <i>you</i>, but +I <i>hate</i> Fanny!" "You must not hate any one," +replied Willie. "Fanny is my sister and you are +going to be, so we must <i>all</i> love each other." "I +can't," and the little dumpy figure raised itself to +its fullest dimensions as she looked into the face<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +of Fanny, who was coming into the room with the +coffee. "I <i>won't</i> love <i>her</i>, but I love <i>you</i>," and +she clasped the little white hand fervently in her +own.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 499px;"><a name="At_the_New_Home" id="At_the_New_Home"></a> +<img src="images/fig061.jpg" width="499" height="363" alt="At the New Home" title="At the New Home" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h3><a name="DEATH_IN_THE_LITTLE_COTTAGE" id="DEATH_IN_THE_LITTLE_COTTAGE"></a>DEATH IN THE LITTLE COTTAGE.</h3> + + +<p>Phebe was not mistaken in her heart's emotions, +as the years proved. She <i>did</i> love Willie with all +of the ardor of her young affections. His wish +was her law; his reproofs her severest chastisements. +But the stern, cold Fanny found no place +in her love. She trembled under her frowns and +anger only to hasten from them that she might +hide the bitterness which her secret tears could +alone soothe. There was no need of all this. +Fanny did not <i>hate</i> the child; no, not even dislike +her; but there was no summer within her soul—no +glad sunshine in her obdurate heart. Yet beneath +the icy covering the world saw, which +chilled and frosted the tendrils of love her woman's +nature possessed, there was a clear silvery fountain +of emotion, which would have driven away many +a dark hour, with the merry music of its gushing +waters, had not a thick cloud of selfishness shut it +in, and the frosts of discontent sealed it from human +vision. But God saw it all, and looked pityingly +into the perverted heart where its rich treasures +lay hidden. "The child is very well," she +would say, "as good as children usually are, I suppose, +but of no use. She does not pay for the salt +she eats."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I do not agree with you," replied the mother. +"See how much happier your brother is since he +has a companion to talk to and confide in. <i>I</i> was +too old to understand his little wants, or even to +sympathize with his poor heart's sorrows. I feel +it all now. This is the lesson I have learned since +Phebe has been with us. We were too selfish, +Fanny—your mother and yourself. It may be I +was at fault in not tilling and uprooting the evils +in your young heart when it was in my power to do +so, my daughter, and I am willing to confess it to +you now. There should be more flowers growing +in the garden of our souls, and less hardy, sturdy +shrubs that yield no fragrance and woo no summer +birds to come and make music for us. Life has +changed its aspects for me within a few short +months. It seems all spread out where I can look +back upon it; <i>not</i> sparkling and glowing with good +works and love and gentleness, as it should be; +but there are dark places—cold, chill damps that +creep over me at times when I scan the crooked +paths over which I have led you, while one so +smooth and flowery, so full of pleasant places +and radiant with beauty, is plainly discernable +close beside it, into which our feet should have +turned. God forgive me!" she murmured, while +a tear glistened for one moment in her clear blue +eyes. "I did not mean to do you a wrong; I was +worldly and ambitious for your <i>temporal</i> good, but +blinded to your spiritual prosperity. God forgive +me!"</p> + +<p>"I cannot see where you have committed any +such a great sin," replied the daughter with much +feeling. "I have no doubt but that you intended to +to do your duty, and must say my opinion is that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +you succeeded well. We had to toil hard to gain +our present ease and comfort, but no one can accuse +us of either crime or dishonesty, Mother. I did +not speak of the child because I did not want her +here. I only think she might make herself more +useful. I am willing she should read when Willie +wants her to, but she would never do anything else +if she could help it."</p> + +<p>The door was suddenly opened and Phebe came +rushing in, with a light buoyant step, her cheeks +glowing with exercise and her dark eyes sparkling +with joy and animation.</p> + +<p>"O Mother! Father is in Boston, but will not be +home for two or three days. You can <i>never</i> guess +what he has for Willie," and the happy child +danced about the floor in the exuberance of her +glee.</p> + +<p>"What business have you to open our letters?" +inquired Fanny, beneath the dark cloud that had +gathered during the short recital.</p> + +<p>The mirth of the little girl suddenly ceased as +she looked at her interrogator for a moment, but +made no reply. Willie, however, appeared in the +door and answered for her.</p> + +<p>"The letter was written to <i>us</i>, wasn't it, Phebe?"</p> + +<p>"It was written to <i>you</i>; and Father is going to +bring him a large dog all trained to draw him. O +Willie, was there ever anything so nice!" Her +quick anger was gone, and the brightness of the +joyous anticipations of the <i>something</i> that was to +bring so much to one she so dearly loved daguerreotyped +itself on her expressive features. Willie +saw it all, and when he had seated himself by the +side of his mother on the lounge he beckoned +Phebe to him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You are sorry about something, my little sister," +he said; "tell me what it is."</p> + +<p>"No, no; I am not sorry. I was only thinking. +You will not want little Phebe when Rover comes. +And—and I <i>do</i> like to draw you so much!" and +her lips quivered as she strove to keep back the +tears.</p> + +<p>"Why, my pretty sister, your eyes were so +bright when I first told you, and I thought that +my new possessions were going to make <i>you</i> as +happy as myself; and only a moment ago you exclaimed, +'was there ever anything so <i>nice</i>!' Can +you not think so now? It is true I shall not need +you for my horse," he continued, laughing. "But +just think how dreary it will be to ride alone, with +no one to speak to or enjoy the sunshine and cool +breezes with me, or gather the pretty flowers along +the road, or the lilies from off the lake! No, no, +Phebe; I <i>cannot</i> go alone, and Father may take the +dog back, if you will not go with me. Or perhaps +you imagine that Rover can talk, as well as +do many other remarkable things. Besides you +must have forgotten that Father wrote that the +wagon is large enough for two such 'chicks' as we +are. So do not feel badly; you are to go with me, +and Rover is to draw us both."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Evans clasped them in her arms and drew +them tenderly to her.</p> + +<p>"My dear children, will you always love each +other as you do now? Will you always be his sister +Phebe, and never take away the affection that +makes him so happy? I shall not always be with +with you, my children; but before I leave you, +promise me, Phebe, that you will <i>never</i> forsake +him, and I will trust you, young as you are. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +time will come when both of you will pass beyond +these years of childhood, and great changes may +come to you; there will be separations, and other +homes where it may be you will live apart. But, +Phebe, he is your brother; remember <i>I</i> have given +him to you. It is a sacred trust, but you understand +it. Will it be kept safe and firm when he +has no mother to lean upon, and no hand but yours +to attend to his wants? Phebe, I love you, and +thank God every day that he sent the lonely +'mariner' to our home, and for the sake of that +love will you be true to my dear boy?"</p> + +<p>"I could never live without Willie," and she +threw her arms passionately around the neck of +the crippled boy. "I will never leave him +Mother; he couldn't do without <i>me</i>, could you +Willie?" The boy drew her more closely to him +but could not speak, for his heart was full of his +mother's sad words. He had noticed that her +cheek had paled with the fading of the summer +flowers; that her step had grown more feeble and +her kiss more tender as she smoothed his pillow +at night and whispered "God will take care of you +my dear, dear boy." And now as he looked into +the pale face and saw the tear-drops glisten on her +drooping lashes a fearful foreboding stole over +him, and placing an arm about her neck he sobbed:</p> + +<p>"Mother, do <i>not</i> talk of leaving me! What +could your helpless boy do without you? I must +always creep about in the dust for the thoughtless +and cruel to point at, and there is nothing in the +future to hope for or look forward to. O Mother! +It is dreadful to be a <i>cripple</i> with no prospect of +being any body or doing any good to others; only +a poor, helpless boy for every passer-by to <i>pity</i>!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Please do not Willie; it breaks my heart! +Remember what God has said, 'the Lord thy God +is a merciful God, He will not forsake thee, neither +destroy thee, nor forget the covenant of thy +fathers which he sware unto them.' I have many +times laid you, all helpless as you are, as a cheerful +testimony of my poor trembling faith at His +feet, and somehow, Willie, I have felt that he has +accepted my precious gift, and that my boy will be +ever under his especial care and love. Look up, +there is sunshine on the other side of the clouds, +and its bright beams will gild your darkness if you +will permit them to do so." The slumbering +fountain of the daughter's love was stirred at the +sight before her and bowing her head she wept!</p> + +<p>"Mother," she said at last with much emotion; +"have you forgotten that <i>I</i> am his sister? Can +you not leave him to <i>my</i> care? I will never forsake +him, and all that I can do to make his life +pleasanter <i>I</i> will gladly do! Did you forget <i>me</i> +Mother?"</p> + +<p>"Forget you Fanny? You were my first born—my +<i>all</i> for many years! Together we have worked +and talked, but, my daughter, you are older and +sterner by nature than my poor helpless one. He +wants companionship, sympathy in his little trials +that must ever be peculiar to himself, and no one +can do this as well as one who has suffered and +been lonely as he will always be. No Fanny, <i>you</i> +will of course be kind to him and your reward will +be sure."</p> + +<p>Phebe had been an inmate of the new home for +more than three years. Happy years they had +been, notwithstanding the many trials she had +been obliged to encounter. Her foster-parents<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +were always kind, and it was there her heart had +first learned the luxury of loving and being loved. +How true had been the promise to her "when thy +father and thy mother forsake thee then the Lord +will take thee up!" He had taken her and she +was being fitted by his providences for the life that +was before her. A dark shadow was creeping over +her path with its sombre forebodings, and young +as she was her soul was chilled by it. She had +not noticed it before, and it was hard to realize +even now that it was so distinctly brought before +her. Of one thing, however, she was sure. Willie +was suffering and her little heart poured itself out +in words of tenderness and sympathy.</p> + +<p>It was a happy day when Mr. Evans returned +from his long voyage and introduced Rover to his +new master. The shadows which had been lingering +over the home circle for two long days +suddenly vanished. Then came the long rides, +for as the father had said, "the wagon was ample +for the two," and Rover was able and willing.</p> + +<p>But in the pleasant sitting-room that looked +out upon the fading lawn where the leaves were +falling from the crimson maples there were sad +talks about a coming separation, and faint, wistful +looks into the far-off future. There were smiles +and caresses that fell into "life's eventide" like +sunbeams darting through the western clouds as +night approaches. The wife and mother knew +that her days were numbered, and when the winter +storms came and mantled the hillside and +spread a pall over the lonely grave beyond the +garden where the cold marble stood, and the +winds mingled their sighs with the sobs and moans +of bereaved ones, the chamber of the slumbering<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +one was entered and the loving mother slept in a +dreamless sleep.</p> + +<p>A pall of gloom settled down on the inmates of +this once cheerful home! The cord that had so +long bound them all together was broken. What +would the future present to each? Where the +wisdom to choose; the firmness and strength to +battle and maintain?</p> + +<p>The winds moaned and the snow came and +went; the "frost-king" fettered and unloosed; +then the spring appeared and with it changes not +only in the outward world but into the little circle +of murmuring ones. The father must go to sea; +a summer voyage was before him. It was harder +now than ever to leave his almost helpless boy +without a mother's love to comfort and cheer him; +but it must be done!</p> + +<p>"I will take as good care of him as I <i>can</i>," +Fanny remarked one evening as the father's solicitude +broke out into words.</p> + +<p>"To be sure I shall have a great deal more to +attend to now, but I suppose Phebe can help me +more than she has done. She is a great stout +girl and might make herself useful if she had a +mind to do so. She ought to be made to understand +that she is dependent and should do something +to earn her own living! I cannot afford to +keep her for nothing!"</p> + +<p>"This home is yours, I am fully aware, Fanny," +replied Mr. Evans with some warmth; "and if you +wish it I will take my children out of it and find +them another." Fanny burst into tears and arose +to leave the room.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I will endeavor to be a sister to <i>both</i> of them," +she stopped to say in a subdued tone, and the +father was alone.</p> + +<p>"I must believe her," he thought at last; "she +cannot be <i>cruel</i> to her poor brother at least!" So +in a few days, before the early flowers decked the +garden walks, the father and protector was away +upon the waves, and the home was once more +desolate!</p> + +<p>Ah, there are sad times in life when even hope +seems arrayed in the sombre habiliments of mourning. +The future grows darker and darker as we +gaze upon it; there is no light because we are +powerless to penetrate the clouds that are hanging +over us. Who shall lead us out? Timid and +shrinking we stretch our trembling hands out +into the gloom when to the surprise of the fainting +heart we feel the gentle grasp of love, while +the way brightens and the faltering feet gain a +firmer tread as they step forward where the shadows +are broken and the rugged road appears in full +view.</p> + +<p>If Phebe had been a <i>strange</i> child when she +entered the cottage, the intimate companionship of +the thoughtful studious cripple had not made her +less so. The events of each passing day had imparted +their impress upon her susceptible nature. +Her mind had been an open chalice into which her +foster-brother had poured the hoarded wealth of +his own; and she was learned beyond her years. +The little "dumpy figure" was now tall and well-proportioned +for her age, and Willie looked upon +her with pride and admiration. More than this, +her heart with its far-reaching mysteries had been +guided close to the cross and around it the tendrils<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +of its unsolved longings twined themselves. Her +dreams of the unreal were no less, but her realizations +of the sterner demands of life were more. +Willie had early learned to tell the pitying Redeemer +his tales of sorrow and deprivations, and +where he found comfort and sympathy the restless +Phebe had been led. How kind in the potter to +prepare the clay for his grand purposes of use, although +sometimes with a rough as well as masterly +hand! And how can its powers be manifested +without the "fashioning process" or its durability +secured in the absence of the "mouldings" and +the fire? The master understood his work and +Phebe lay passively in his hands.</p> + +<p>Down by the lake where the wild honeysuckle +yielded up its luscious fruits to the children when +the blossoms had disappeared, was a little arbor +where tender fingers had woven the slender +branches of the whispering pines together, and in +this sweet bower Willie and his companion sat +every day when the snow and frosts were gone +and talked of the absent mother, wishing that the +gentle spirit might be ever near to check the turbulent +winds and smooth down the angry waves.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"><a name="The_Church_Yard" id="The_Church_Yard"></a> +<img src="images/fig071.jpg" width="200" height="300" alt="The Church Yard" title="The Church Yard" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<h3><a name="CRAZY_DIMIS_AND_THE_TWILIGHT_SCENE" id="CRAZY_DIMIS_AND_THE_TWILIGHT_SCENE"></a>"CRAZY DIMIS" AND THE TWILIGHT SCENE.</h3> + + +<p>"What are you thinking about, Phebe? I have +watched you ever since we turned the corner down +by the big pine tree, and not a muscle of your face +has moved, as far as I can discover. Tell Willie, +won't you?"</p> + +<p>Phebe, thus addressed, drew herself up with a +long sigh, and passing her hand mechanically +across her forehead, replied, while her eyes remained +seemingly fixed on some far-off object:</p> + +<p>"I do not know. See how the sunshine falls in +golden patches on the pond yonder, like what you +read about this morning. Willie, I <i>don't</i> want to +be <i>Phebe</i>—nothing but little Phebe. I—I want to +<i>fly</i>! See that bird going up, up. He will get +away beyond the clouds—far above the top of the +mountain yonder. <i>I</i> want to be like him, or something, +I do not know what; don't you, Willie?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; though ambitions are not for one like +me; but you will be something besides 'little +Phebe,' by and by. I see it in your beaming face +and deep dark eyes; while I must always be 'poor +little Willie,' nothing else. I have for a long time +been watching you, and reading my destiny of +loneliness and utter dreariness in your strange, +mysterious words, and knew that they all came +from a heart that would never be satisfied with the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +plodding life where <i>I</i> must remain. Two paths +are open to us, and I can even now see that they +must branch off from each other. O Phebe, hard +as it is to be as I am, I would not hold you, little +bird, from your upward flight; but just think what +a terrible night my future will be without my little +Phebe! Then I shall have no sweet sister to comfort +and cheer me when out of patience with myself +and cross because of my infirmity. And I shall +not be your own Willie as now. It is wrong, I +know, to feel so, but I cannot help it! It is bitter +enough to know that I must lose you, but your +love, little sister, how can I live without that?"</p> + +<p>Phebe was taking a seat beside him, where he +had made room for her while speaking. And, +without answering his moan of anguish, she clasped +her arms about his neck and kissed his pale face +over and over again.</p> + +<p>"Love you?" she exclaimed. "I shall always +love you. I do not believe at all in those paths +you have been telling about. What would I want +to go off in another for if you could not follow me? +No, no, Willie, I would not fly away up into the +clouds without you; or be something that I so long +to be, for I always want to be your little Phebe—nothing +else. I was only thinking while I sat here +and saw Rover draw you out of sight, how <i>I</i> +wanted to go off somewhere! and then I thought of +the <i>waves</i>—how they used to talk to me—and just +then, Willie, the patches fell down on the water, +and a strange feeling came over me; but it is gone +now, and I want to stay with you. Did not Mother +give you to me and say that I must never leave +you? You are my own Willie, just as you always +will be." And with one more kiss she took the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +reins from his hand and gave the order for Rover +to proceed.</p> + +<p>"Ha! ha! ha!" came to them from the thicket +near where they had been sitting, and at the same +time two large, wild eyes peered through the opening +a pair of thin bony hands had made in the +thick foliage.</p> + +<p>"It is Crazy Dimis; don't be afraid," said Willie, +as his companion gave a startled look; "she has +been at our house many times when I was a little +boy, and she will not hurt any one. She has escaped +from her imprisonment as she used often to +do, but they know she is harmless."</p> + +<p>The figure of a woman, tall and straight, but +very plainly clad, now stood before them.</p> + +<p>"It is wonderful sweet to love, isn't it silly children? +Kisses are like honey—good on the lips; +but they kill sometimes. Ha! ha! Waste them! +throw them away, silly children. They'll be bitter +by and by. It's coming—coming! Don't I +know it? Kisses are like candy, mustn't eat too +much, little fools! Beware! the roses will fade +and the thorns are sharp! They'll prick you! +Don't I know? Flowers are not for everybody—plant +cabbage! Ha! ha! Crazy, am I? <i>He</i> +said so, too. But it was the adder's tongue that +poisoned <i>my</i> life. <i>His</i> love—<i>his</i> kiss. Beware! +Remember I tell you, <i>beware</i>!" and with a bound +she darted again into the thicket and was lost from +sight.</p> + +<p>Willie had taken the reins from his companion +as this unwelcome apparition appeared, but as she +vanished Phebe exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"What a horrid creature! What makes her +talk so strangely? <i>Who</i> is the one she spoke of? +Do you know her?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Mother said she was once the brightest, prettiest +girl anywhere around; but her husband disappointed +her, and was unkind. It was this, I believe, +that made her what she is. There used to +be much good sense in what she said—shrewd, +cunning, and not wholly gibberish. But let us +hurry home; Fanny may want you."</p> + +<p>"Flowers are not for everybody. Did she mean +me, Willie? Her words make me shiver!"</p> + +<p>While yet speaking they came round to the +kitchen door, where Fanny met them. Something +had evidently gone wrong, for she was flushed, and +her step was quick and prophetic. She had many +cares, and her temper had not grown sweeter by +their constant pressure.</p> + +<p>"You might as well have staid out the rest of +the morning, and let me do everything," was her +first exclamation. She was hurrying past, and did +not, therefore, wait for a reply.</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said Willie, in a low voice, as he +saw the flash of anger dart up in his companion's +eyes. "Take off Rover's harness and hasten +around to help her about the dinner, will you? I +will go and read, and perhaps think over what poor +old Dimis said until you have got through. But +promise me," he continued, playfully; "don't you +think of her or a word she said, for it is not true."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps we may better do as Fanny suggested, +and go out for the rest of the morning. I wish we +could." Willie smiled and wheeled himself into the +house.</p> + +<p>There were busy hands in the kitchen until +after the dinner hour that day, but no cheerful +word or kindly act were thrown in to lessen its +tediousness or lighten the irksome burdens of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +unwilling Phebe. The face upon which she looked +was cold and hard, and a sort of oppressive bustle +seemed to fill the very atmosphere. The knives +were to be scoured and the potatoes washed for the +noon meal, and her old dislike of this work had in +no degree left her since she was the "good-for-nothing +child" away in the fisherman's cot by the +sea. The departed mother had often laughed at +her aversion, and shielded her from its performance, +but not so with the thrifty Fanny. Indeed, +Phebe imagined that these were reserved for her +for the reason that she "hated" to do them, and +this morning they seemed more distasteful than +ever before. It was with no very good grace, therefore, +that she went about her task, and as she stood +by the window with the unpolished knives beside +her, she thought of her who was sleeping below +the garden wall, and wondered if "she knew what +she was doing, of her impatience and anger." +And then the crazy woman's gibberings came +back, "Flowers are not for everybody;" and "the +thorns are sharp, little fools."</p> + +<p>"I hope you will get them done in time to set +the table," were the quick, sharp words that broke +in upon her reverie, and brought in her gaze from +the far-off to the labor before her. The door was +open into the sitting room, where Willie was amusing +himself with a book, and Phebe called out, "I +don't like to scour knives and wash potatoes, and I +<i>won't</i>, either. Do you remember it, Willie?" she +laughed.</p> + +<p>"Well, I guess you <i>will</i>," retorted Fanny. "I'd +just like to know how you expect to get a living if +you are going to do nothing except what you want +to do. You are no better than I am, and I want<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> +you to do this every day; so keep to work at it, +and not be looking out of the window."</p> + +<p>Phebe turned, but caught sight of Willie's uplifted +hand of warning just as a bitter retort darted +to her lips, and for his sake she smothered her rage +and resumed her hated labor. She did not enjoy +any kind of work, and never hesitated to express +her dislike for it. Perhaps, had circumstances +altogether different from those that had surrounded +her brightened up each compulsory service; or a +word of love or praise been dropped now and then +over the little burdens, it would have been otherwise. +But she was a dreamer, a child with inborn +fancies, possessing a soul where poetry and beauty +reigned as twin sisters, growing and thriving upon +each other's life, but she knew it not. She was +only sure that her heart bounded in the sunshine +of genial associations, and sank with equal velocity +beneath the clouds of depressing influences. +A cold word, a frown, would fill her soul with +gloomy shadows for many hours, unless a warm +sunbeam from some loving heart came to drive it +away. Kind and cheerful as our little heroine +usually was, there lay coiled up in her nature a +demon of anger which sprang forth at every provocation +with the fury of ungoverned passion. Poor +child! It had goaded her long for one so young, and +many times she had struggled to resist its power, +but it proved stronger than her will. Love alone +can subdue such natures, while opposition only +feeds and nourishes their faults.</p> + +<p>"Get out of my way!" exclaimed Fanny, as +Rover was leisurely crossing her path, while a +sudden movement of her substantial shoe gave a +new impetus to his velocity. Phebe saw it, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +her heart bounded with indignation. Dropping +her work she darted forward, and throwing her +arms around the neck of the noble dog exclaimed +vehemently: "Why didn't you bite her, Rover? +she shall not kick you!" A blow from the enraged +Fanny, and a command to return to her +work silenced her for a moment, then with the +fierceness of a tiger she sprang upon her antagonist +and dealt blow after blow upon the astonished +Fanny before she had time to recover from her +surprise, or to use her powers of defence. In a +moment more, pale with anger and fright, the +child was torn from her position by superior +strength, and forced into her own little chamber +with the command "not to leave it until she received +permission." Here was a new feature in +home affairs.</p> + +<p>"This child, this <i>pauper</i>, shall go where she +belongs! The poor-house is good enough for +such as she! At any rate I shall not have such a +wild-cat beneath <i>my</i> roof a great while!"</p> + +<p>Willie listened to the ravings of his sister, while +his heart throbbed with unconcealed emotion.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and <i>you</i> uphold her no doubt! You pity +her and think she has been greatly wronged—but +it makes no difference!"</p> + +<p>"I <i>do</i> think, Sister, that had you sought for love +you would have found it, and love worketh no ill +to his neighbor."</p> + +<p>"Love! I <i>don't</i> want her love or <i>her</i> either! +To confess the truth I am worn out with her and +she must leave—that is all!"</p> + +<p>"I know very well that you do not like to have +me advocate Phebe's cause, but did you ever +notice that her exhibitions of anger only seemed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +to be the echo of your own? I have watched her, +Sister, with the most intense interest when laboring +under personal difficulties and perplexities, +and I have seldom seen her lose her patience +under any trial. In all the years we have spent +together she has never grieved me by an ill-tempered +word or gesture, because <i>I</i> never gave +her one."</p> + +<p>"So it is all <i>me</i>, of course! I must of necessity +stand sponsor for my own sins and her's too!"</p> + +<p>"No Fanny, but I would be plain. You <i>are</i> +too stern and cold, and at times unjust! You forget +that she is a child."</p> + +<p>"I have heard <i>enough</i>—she must leave the +house!" So saying the enraged Fanny left the +room, the door closing behind her with a prophetic +firmness which Willie well understood.</p> + +<p>Phebe sat alone in her chamber until the golden +twilight settled down upon the waters of the little +lake and tinted the tree tops that cast their long +shadows out over its bosom, and watched the +"lights and shades" which chased each other +down the hillside and over the meadow until they +rested on <i>two</i> graves just beyond the garden wall.</p> + +<p>"My mother! O, my mother!" gushed up from +the overflowing heart. "Would that I were beside +you! You did not hate me—you did not make +me so wicked!" Tears choked her utterance and +blinded her vision. Hours passed and then a gentle +tap was heard on her door, but she did not +move. There had been no steps on the stairs and +well did she know who was pleading outside to +share her sorrows.</p> + +<p>"Phebe, may <i>I</i> come in? It is your own Willie—come +and open the door if I may enter!" <i>That</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> +voice never pleaded in vain. Now it sank down +into the wildly throbbing heart as a soft lullaby, +soothing every angry passion and illuminating +the dark chambers of her soul with the sweet +promises of peace.</p> + +<p>The door was opened and Phebe returned to her +low seat by the window without a word. Willie +was soon beside her, sitting, on account of his infirmity, +at her feet; his calm blue eyes swimming +with tears were fixed intently upon her face, but +she apparently did not heed him.</p> + +<p>"Will you not speak to me, Phebe? Let me +look into your eyes—there is no anger there for +<i>me</i>! Nothing but love, I am sure of it! I have +read it there so many times, but let me read it +there once more—may I not?" The arms of the +child were thrown about the suppliant's neck and +her tears fell fast as she kissed his pale cheek.</p> + +<p>"I am so wicked, Willie! I wish I were good +like you and loved everybody. <i>You</i> never make +me angry, but Fanny always does. I can't help +it!"</p> + +<p>"Phebe, I love you. What would my life be if +you were away? Think how long the days would +be with no one to talk to and no one to say 'I am +so sorry' when sad. In a few years at most Willie +will be out there by the side of Mother, and until +then I must creep about just as I always have +done; but I can bear it if I have you to cheer me," +and clasping her to his heart he was not ashamed +that his tears mingled with hers.</p> + +<p>"I am so sorry, Willie!" she sobbed at length. +"I heard Fanny say that 'I should not stay here.' +I did not care then, but O, I cannot leave you. +O—I will be very good! If Mother was only here<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +I think I could do anything—but I am so wicked!"</p> + +<p>Darkness had settled down upon the occupants +of that little chamber when Fanny called: "Willie, +<i>your</i> supper is ready! Come down immediately +and let Phebe stay where she is!" The child +darted to her feet and hastened to open the door.</p> + +<p>"Fanny," she said, with a slight hesitation; "I +want to stay here, but won't you let me ask you +to forgive me? I know I am very wicked but I +will try to do better!" The stern, cold Fanny +hesitated only a moment, and then without a smile +of encouragement or a cheering caress <i>agreed</i> to +the proposition and promised to let her remain +for a while until she had tried her once more. +"Now come down to supper," she continued, "for I +am in a hurry to get my work done!" Was <i>this</i> +forgiveness? A balm to heal the wounds of injury? +Poor, sin-sick soul! Did thy heavenly +friend ever look so coldly upon thy penitence? +When did He ever pour the "gall of bitterness" +into the wounds of a humiliated heart? Small +would be the reward of "human justice" if the intercessor +did not continually stand between us and +our petition, "forgive us our trespasses as we forgive +them that trespass against us."</p> + +<p>"You are a noble girl!" exclaimed Willie as +Phebe returned to her seat by the window. "I +will leave you now; you may come or stay as you +choose—all will yet be right."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/fig081.jpg" width="200" height="98" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="CHANGES_IN_THE_COTTAGE_HOME" id="CHANGES_IN_THE_COTTAGE_HOME"></a>CHANGES IN THE COTTAGE HOME.</h3> + + +<p>Be kind to the child! Build with great care +and skill the foundations upon which is to be +reared a life whose influences are to reach into the +ages that have no end. There is no living by +one's self, and the great net-work of human existence +may be warped and misshapen by <i>one</i> chilling +neglect or a palpable wrong! Even so does +the individual life often become marred beyond +remedy when it is tender and susceptible to the +guiding hand. There are natures so finely and +sensitively constituted that every rude blast twists +and bends the silver wires of the organization until +the music is dead, and the case, although polished +and beautiful to the eye, stands a wreck of what it +should have been. Such were the surroundings +of our little heroine. For fourteen years she had +been the child of "circumstances," her days filled +up with tears and laughter and her nights with +idle dreams. No mother's love had ever twined +itself about her young heart to nourish and foster +the tender plants of sweetness and purity which +was to make her life beautiful with their variegated +blossoms, or root up the entangling weeds with +which she must ever after contend. Mrs. Evans +had indeed been kind to her as the "companion of +her afflicted boy," as she would also have been to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +a pet kitten or anything that would have added to +the happiness or comfort of her child. Yet she +did not fail to perceive when her vision began to +grow dim to the world that the "casket" which +had been thus opportunely cast at her feet contained +jewels which were worth securing. The +last few days and weeks of the only one whom her +heart ever claimed as <i>Mother</i> left their impress on +her soul which never faded away. It was a taste +at least of that love for which she had so often +longed—such as a child must have or be miserable! +But even that was all over now. True, Willie +had been her dear brother ever since, her +comfort when sorrows overshadowed her, her help +through scenes of trouble. But a cloud darker +and denser than any of its predecessors was spreading +itself over them both. Sad news had come to +them from over the sea—the far off dark, dark +sea. Alone they sat together in the doorway one +evening where the last rays of the setting sun +came and played about their bowed forms, caressing +their damp cheeks; but for once they were not +heeded.</p> + +<p>"We are orphans now, Phebe—poor, lone <i>orphans</i>! +Never did I feel the miseries of my +decrepitude as now! I am helpless, and <i>who</i> will +take care of you? The thought doubles my sorrow! +I ought to be a man and comfort rather +than to add to your depression; but I am a weak, +helpless child, even more so, my sister, than you +to-night." Phebe raised her head from her hand +where it had been resting and fixed her large eyes +upon the pale face before her.</p> + +<p>"Willie, do <i>I</i> look like a child?" she asked. "It +has not been twenty-four hours since we received<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +the sad news that our father had been swallowed +up by the great sea I love so well; still he is not +dead to me, but has only gone where <i>I</i> in my +childish fancy so longed to go, therefore I cannot +'make him dead;' he's only resting while he calls +upon me to act! Willie, I am no longer a child, +for every hour has seemed to add a year to my +life since that letter came! I am strong, and +thanks to you and the dear ones who have so long +sheltered me from the storms, I have a little stock +of knowledge to begin my future with; I shall act." +Her gaze had wandered off to the golden clouds +that were hanging over the little lake as she spoke, +and a look of firm resolve stole over her features.</p> + +<p>"I see my fate written upon your face!" replied +Willie mournfully. "How can I endure the lonely +hours, the lengthening days? But I am ashamed +of myself. Somehow the fates have turned against +me, Phebe, and have taken away my years to add +them to yours. I will not be so childishly selfish. +But Sister, you will need a friend. How can you +go out into the world alone?"</p> + +<p>"I <i>have</i> a friend! Do not, I beg of you, think +me so destitute Willie. Have you forgotten Crazy +Dimis?" A low subdued laugh escaped the lips of +both at the suggestion and mingled itself with the +soft evening breeze. Suddenly they started for a +voice harsh and cold as a winter's wind was near +them which chilled the soft melody and sent it +back to their wounded hearts in a low sad wail. It +was Fanny who spoke.</p> + +<p>"Your grief must have been terrible to have +been forgotten so soon!" she exclaimed. "You can +go in, Phebe, and take care of the supper table if<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +you have got through crying," she continued bitterly.</p> + +<p>Phebe arose without a word. For once her anger +did not rise to goad her. Could it be that her +power over this her greatest enemy had gained +strength also with her seemingly multiplied years?</p> + +<p>Fanny took the seat that was just vacated by +the side of her brother.</p> + +<p>"What is Phebe going to do?" was the abrupt +question.</p> + +<p>"What would you like her to do? I suppose +she will be willing to be guided by your counsel."</p> + +<p>"Humph! Willing! It would be the first time +that she was ever willing to do anything I wanted +her to do, and I have not the least doubt that she +would be more unwilling to accede to my wishes +at this time than ever before, for I want her to +leave the house! <i>You</i> do not need her now for +you are old enough to amuse yourself I should +think, and <i>I</i> certainly do not! There is to be a +new master here before the fall work begins, as I +suppose you know." The last remark was made +in a lower tone of voice and Willie readily understood +that she referred to her approaching marriage +with Mr. Hopkins, a young farmer living a +few miles away; but as he made no reply she continued. +"I do not suppose he would be pleased to +have <i>too</i> many incumbrances, and Phebe is old +enough and able to take care of herself."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps he would like to have me also vacate +his prospective premises," responded the brother +with an unnatural bitterness in his voice.</p> + +<p>"O, no! He is well aware that <i>you</i> can do +nothing for yourself and has made no objections +to <i>your</i> remaining."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> + +<p>There were sleepless eyes wet with weeping +that night beneath the homestead roof as the midnight +hour spread over it her dark wings, but it +bore away on its upward pinions the trusting faith—the +childlike submission of <i>one</i> heart at least to +Him who is ever a "father to the fatherless ones."</p> + +<p>"Now for a long ride down by the pond and +along the sandy beach, where we can see the lilies +on the water, and if the boat is not fastened I will +gather a few for you once more," prattled Phebe, +as on the ensuing forenoon she walked by the little +wagon (which was now too small for both), +as was her usual custom when the morning's work +was done.</p> + +<p>How could Willie ever forego these pleasures? +He would continue his rides, drawn by the faithful +Rover, who had seemed to enjoy these excursions +equally with his young master and mistress. +But Phebe always walked by his side, now patting +his soft coat, or gathering flowers for him who +could not skip about so blithely and easily as did +she, or now and then helping the faithful Rover +over the rough places, praising and caressing him +for his valor and strength in overcoming difficulties. +Happy trio! And was it possible that all +this must end?</p> + +<p>"Have you forgotten, Willie, what my true +name is? You have not called me Lily-Pearl for +a <i>long</i> time," she remarked, as they came in sight +of the pure white blossoms that dotted the surface +of the lake. "<i>I</i> shall never forget it. See, Willie, +that beautiful lily yonder by that large leaf. How +the ripples that come sweeping around the sandbar +keep tossing it up and down, never allowing it to +be quiet a moment. O, it really makes me tired<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +to look at it. Yet that is <i>me</i>, Willie! That is +'Lily-Pearl!' I am going to get it for you to keep. +When I am gone, and you look at it, think that I +am no more 'little Phebe,' but your own 'Lily,' +who will never forget or forsake you, my brother." +Saying this she bounded into the little open boat, +and with accustomed dexterity soon made her way to +the point designated. It was no unusual labor for +her willing hands, it being one of her greatest +amusements when the little pond was decked with +these fragrant blossoms to gather them.</p> + +<p>Willie watched her for a moment, as she glided +away from him, and then his coming desolation +swept over his soul like a flood, and her form was +hidden from his sight.</p> + +<p>"See, Willie, I have it!" she exclaimed, as she +held up the coveted treasure, exposing the long, +smooth stem, by which, as she said, the mother +pearl held it fast. "It came near pulling me in. +Did you see me, Willie?"</p> + +<p>But he did not. See her? How could he through +all those blinding tears that came bubbling up rapidly +from his bursting heart? He had crept from +his seat in the wagon and made his way to a grassy +knoll close by, and there beneath the shade of the +old oak tree where they had often sat together he +gave free vent to his emotions. The sky was calm +and blue above him, and here and there a soft, +fleecy cloud floated through the clear sunbeams +of the July morning; the lake, beautiful in its +gorgeous frame-work of hills and woods, lay +spread out like a mirror, upon which the rays +danced and sported close to the water's edge, penetrating +the shadows, and lulling the murmur of +the leaves, throwing over the prostrate figure of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> +the weeping boy a net-work of lights and shades +from the branches above him. Phebe had seen +him from the boat, and in a moment more was +standing beside him, her heart throbbing with +sympathy and grief. She had thought to keep +away this dark shadow for awhile by her merry +words, but it was over now; and throwing her +arms about his neck, she exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"Willie, my dear brother, do not feel so badly. +It is true, I must go and leave you for a time, but +you are mine—all I have to love and work for. +What do I care for any but you? Yes, I must go. +I heard what Fanny said last night, but it was no +more than I have heard before, or than I expected. +Yet it makes me strong. I can leave you now, but +only for a little while. We will not be separated +long. <i>I</i> will come to you. Our mother gave you +to me, and I promised to cling to you. O Willie, +you shall see how I can work, how much I can accomplish! +I will do more than was ever done before +me by a 'cast-away.' Do you not believe me?"</p> + +<p>Putting her hand under his head, she turned his +pale wet face up to her view. He did not try to +prevent her, but lay quietly as she placed him.</p> + +<p>"Look into my eyes, Willie. <i>I</i> am not weeping. +It seems to me I can never shed another tear. I +feel so strong! The future, Brother! O the future! +What a great huge painting it seems! But it is +not full yet. <i>I</i> shall do something there; <i>my</i> +hands will help to color it. Yes, <i>I</i>, little Phebe."</p> + +<p>"I do not doubt it. There is a destiny for such +as you. A mission awaits you. I will be more +brave, more manly. You could not remain with +me. A higher position than the partnership with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +a cripple or hostler to a big mastiff is meted out to +you."</p> + +<p>A smile for an instant broke over his clouded +face, and Phebe laughed outright.</p> + +<p>"Give me the lily," he said, at last, reaching +out his hand for the coveted treasure. "We will +divide it. You shall have the long smooth stalk +while <i>I</i> will keep the flower. Henceforth you are +my lily, sweet and precious to me; while <i>I</i>—<i>I</i>—well, +I am nothing but the withered, crooked tendril +seeking to wind itself about your loving heart."</p> + +<p>She darted from his side before the last sentence +was finished, and her companion following with his +eyes her light, buoyant figure, saw standing on an +elevation of ground not far off, the well known +form of Crazy Dimis.</p> + +<p>"I have found a double blackberry," she called, +holding up something between her long, bony +thumb and finger, "come and see it."</p> + +<p>Phebe went to her.</p> + +<p>"Those are not double, Aunt Dimis," she exclaimed.</p> + +<p>"Don't two make a double? Put them together +and then they do—there! It's a good omen for +you, silly child. Make them double, help the +time. We must help. Ha! ha! And help Fate! +Don't <i>I</i> know, child? Fate is waiting for you! +Go and help her make omens. But make them +good! Ha! ha! <i>I</i> didn't but I will. Silly fools. +Cry and love; by and by it will be love and cry. +Don't I now? Go back to <i>him</i>! <i>I</i> don't want you." +And with a bound she sprang over the fence and +was lost in the thick underbrush of the honeysuckle +swamp.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p> + +<p>Phebe called loudly after her but she was not +heeded. She wanted to ask her about a certain +good lady, Mrs. Ernest, for this same half-crazed +gibbering woman had awakened an interest for +Phebe in the heart of Mrs. Ernest, and it was no +idle jest when she told Willie that "Crazy Dimis" +was her friend. She now returned slowly to her +companion, who was watching her.</p> + +<p>"What did that crazy creature say to you?" he +asked, somewhat impatiently. "Nothing good, I +know."</p> + +<p>"Yes it was. She told me to go and help Fate. +I suppose she meant to have me fill up that picture +I was telling you about, and I must go. To-morrow +I shall start. Do not look at me so! you shall +know all—everything I do or hope to do; and I +shall come to see you often. Mrs. Ernest has +promised to help me all she can, and I think I can +make her my friend. It will be only a short run +for Rover, and you must ride over there often—as +often as you would like to hear from me, will you?"</p> + +<p>She kissed his white forehead, then giving a +low shrill whistle, which the faithful dog well +understood, she said: "We must go home, for +it is time to help get dinner."</p> + +<p>In a moment more Rover with his wagon came up +in good style, and they started down the path which +wound around by the meadow brook through the +clump of pine trees which stood as sentinels over +the two graves beyond the garden wall.</p> + +<p>"How I wish Father were sleeping there instead +of beneath the waves," cried Willie; and no other +word was spoken. What wonder? How soon the +paths were to branch off from each other! Already +the lonely cripple felt the shadows creeping over<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> +him that were surely to cover his dreary pathway +as he wandered on alone. His heart was full of +these sad forebodings, and he pressed the memento +of his helplessness more closely in his hand as the +spirit of rebellion for a moment arose to goad him. +Then "I will never leave thee nor forsake thee" +came as a soft and gentle whisper to his soul, and +looking up as Rover halted by the kitchen door +he said mildly: "We shall all come together +again, Phebe."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="The_Brook" id="The_Brook"></a> +<img src="images/fig091.jpg" width="400" height="414" alt="The Brook" title="The Brook" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="OUT_INTO_THE_WORLD" id="OUT_INTO_THE_WORLD"></a>OUT INTO THE WORLD.</h3> + + +<p>"There! That is the <i>third</i> time I have called +that girl this morning! She can lie in bed now +until she gets tired of it! It is so provoking! +And after telling her last night that I should +want her early. I am out of all patience!"</p> + +<p>Willie could not suppress a smile as this volley +of indignation greeted him upon entering the +breakfast room on the morning following the +scenes related in our last chapter, although his +heart was sad, but he made no reply and Fanny +continued: "I <i>had</i> made up my mind to let her +stay a while longer; perhaps through the winter, +for after all it is hard to be sent out into the world +to earn one's own living! Besides, <i>she</i> would +never get along! No one would have patience +with her, for work she will not! And how can a +poor girl get her living if she will not work? But +it is all up now! I can't and won't support her +for nothing!" Fanny's rapid step and the brisk +rattling of the breakfast dishes kept up all the +time an active accompaniment to her words as she +continued talking while preparing their early +morning meal.</p> + +<p>Willie listened to it all as he sat by the window +and looked out upon the dewy grass and took in +the soft beauties of the variegated landscape that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +lay stretched out before him, over which the first +rays of the summer sun came gently stealing, +driving back the dark shadows into the thick +woodland upon the hillside. He then opened the +window. There was music in the maple trees near +where the robins had built their nests—there was +fragrance in the cool fresh breeze that came and +fanned his troubled brow. Just outside the yard +the hay-makers stood with laughter and jest while +they whetted their glittering scythes preparatory +to their daily labor, while all the time their brown +faces wore the pleasant smile of health and contentment. +Poor Willie! He could only sit and +look at them and pray for patience and resignation.</p> + +<p>A remark from Fanny recalled him, and he replied: +"I would go and call her but it would be +useless for she is not here!"</p> + +<p>"Not here? What do you mean? Has she +gone?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, she has gone, and it is my opinion Sister +that you will miss her nearly if not quite as much +as <i>I</i>."</p> + +<p>"Gone! The heartless creature! This is all +the thanks one ever gets for taking care of a good-for-nothing +nobody for years! It is pretty pay +now to clear out just as she <i>might</i> have been of +some use, and without a word too!"</p> + +<p>"You must have forgotten all you have been +saying to her ever since we received the sad news +of Father's death," replied Willie with some bitterness. +"Still you are mistaken; she did not leave +without a word. She has told me several times +that she was going, although I could not believe +it, and when I came out of my room I found this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +letter under my door. You can read it if you wish +when you have time."</p> + +<p>Without a word she took it from his hand and +read as follows: "I cannot <i>say</i> good-bye Willie, +and so as soon as the gray dawn creeps over the +mountain top I shall steal from this house and go—God +only knows where! I came here eight +years ago a little strange child, leaving the first +real friend in all my life far behind on the road to +grieve at my absence, and now I <i>go</i> leaving only +you my brother to be sad because I am not here. +<i>You</i> will miss me; and when I think how lonely +you will be without your 'little Phebe' to talk to +I shall shed many tears. O, Willie! It is dreadful +to leave the only one who loves us to go off +alone, but I shall find friends, I know I shall! Do +not be unhappy. Tell Fanny sometime, if she <i>ever</i> +inquires as to my welfare, that I should have been +happier to-night if she had loved me, or at least +had exercised more patience with my many +faults. I know I have tried her. Somehow I am +not like the other girls about here; they are satisfied, +but <i>I</i>—yes, Willie, I want to fly—go up +among the clouds or down among the pearls—I +don't know which, but some spirit goads me on—God +only knows where. I am looking out to-night +upon the world where I am going for my +new life with more fear and trembling than when +in a little open boat I drifted away over a stormy +ocean all alone. But it is better so. A hundred +times I have shivered and shrunk before the storm +of Fanny's indignation, and as I remember it, a +peace steals over me even now with the great unknown +future before me. I did desire to do all she +asked of me, but I could not and so I must go!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +Perhaps she may yet think kindly of me, who +knows? I am strong to-night dear Willie, notwithstanding +this paper has so many tear-stains +upon it! How a few days have changed me—no +longer a child but a woman going forth, as Crazy +Dimis commanded me, 'to make my fate, make +omens.' So good-bye; remember what I told you +you of Mrs. Ernest. <span class="smcap">Phebe</span>."</p> + +<p>It was finished and Fanny handed it back to +her brother without speaking. O how long that +day seemed! The sun came out hot and sultry, +drinking up the dew from the grass and withering +the soft petals of the flowers; the locust sang his +monotonous song in the shade and the mowers +went busily on with their work, and the hours +crept slowly by. Fanny was unusually silent; her +busy hands seemed never to tire, but her face all +day wore a weary, anxious look such as betokened +thought.</p> + +<p>It was late in the afternoon, just before the time +for milking, that she came and seated herself on +the lounge by her brother. Perhaps the memory +of that mother who once sat there on just such a +bright summer evening four years before came +back to her, for it was then when she told Phebe +never to leave her poor lame boy, always to love +and comfort him. Who was to blame that the +child was now an outcast, or that the poor motherless +cripple sat there in that very spot lonely and +sad? She did not speak for a moment as if ashamed +of the womanly emotion that swelled her bosom. +At last she said hurriedly: "What did Phebe +mean about Mrs. Ernest?"</p> + +<p>"She has told me that I could hear about her +by going there occasionally."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Why did you not go to-day?"</p> + +<p>"I thought I would wait until to-morrow, then +perhaps I might hear more," was the low reply. +"She can have no definite plans as yet, but I will +go in the morning."</p> + +<p>"I will harness Rover any time for you," continued +Fanny as she moved away to attend to her +evening duties.</p> + +<p>Willie dropped his head upon the pillow beside +him and lay there motionless and still until the +twilight shadows came creeping in at the window, +covering him with a thick black pall. He could +have wished that night that they might have +buried him forever with their sombre folds, so +harshly did life's greatest joys contrast with his +overwhelming griefs!</p> + +<p>Early the next morning Willie was on his way +to the village drawn by the faithful Rover. It +was a long time since he had been over that road +alone, and at first he felt like shrinking from the +task.</p> + +<p>A carriage came and swept over the brow of +the hill, drew nearer, then passed him. A lady occupied +the back seat alone. She was a stranger +but their eyes met. Hers so full of tenderness and +pity—his bright with apprehension and suspense. +He was sure that a tear glistened in her blue eye, +but when he turned to look again she was gone. +The driver he knew. The carriage belonged to +the village hotel, and "Frank" always drove that +span of grays. Once more Willie turned to look, +and as he did so saw that the lady had bent forward +as if to speak to him. "She knows how to +sympathize with such as <i>I</i>," he thought, "for her +expression was so kindly and gentle. Those eyes—they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +were so like my mother's. A deep, heavenly +look as if wishing for something she had not +yet received, which found its way into hers before +they closed forever!" and a tear dimmed his own +vision for a moment only; then his thoughts returned +to the beauties around him and to <i>her</i> he +was going perhaps to see again. The roads were +fine and Rover was in excellent spirits, so that in +a short time the village church loomed up in sight. +Close by it was the parsonage—beyond the long +row of neatly-painted dwellings surrounded with +bright green shrubbery and a pleasant lawn reaching +to the road, finally the hotel with its balconies +and lofty cupola, which overtopped the principal +business portion of the unassuming little town. +To the farther store on the main street Willie was +to go on an errand for his sister, but first of all he +would call at the parsonage. How his heart +bounded with the prospect of coming joy, then +sank again as the uncertainty rolled over him. +Where was Phebe?</p> + +<p>And where was Phebe? That morning, with +her eyes full of tears she had stood in the little +chamber where she had spent so many pleasant +hours and dreamed so many pleasant dreams; the +room she must now leave, with all of its hallowed +associations, its garnered memories, to prove the +Father's unfailing promises of care and protection!</p> + +<p>"You could not have forseen all this dear, dear +Mother!" she mused as she turned to the window +where the white marble stood so chill and comfortless +in the morning shadows, "or you would never +have placed your helpless boy in my care. But I +must go. This pleasant cottage is my home no +more! The flowers I have planted in the garden<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +yonder—the bed of lilies these hands have tended +so long for <i>your</i> sake must bloom on without me."</p> + +<p>The first rays of the morning sun crept up from +behind the eastern hills and rested as a sweet prophetic +peace on the tree-tops that reared their +stately heads above the lingering night shades, +and taking the letter she had written the night +previously stole softly from the room and thrust it +under the door where Willie was sleeping all unconscious +of the wretchedness that was wringing +such bitter tears from her loving heart as she +thought how he would miss her, and how lonely +would be his morning ride down by the little pond +without her. "Farewell!" she whispered, and +then descended the stairs, stopping a moment to +kiss the noble Rover and quickly passed on out in +the world! The short past with its changes, its +reachings and its longings were to be left behind, +while the broad future with its hopes, allurements +and ambitions lay before her. With a shrinking +heart but firm tread she stepped into the untried +path and walked steadily forward. Someone has +said that "the secret of true blessedness is <i>character</i>, +not condition; that happiness consists in not +<i>where</i> we are but <i>what</i> we are. Our lives resemble +much the Alpine countries, where winter is found +at the side of summer, and where it is but a step +from a garden to a glacier." Our little heroine +found this to be so. It had been summer in the +little cottage, not all sunshine nor all storms, for +the days were as ever changeful and the years +scattered over her life their shadows and their +peaceful calms. "Go help fate make omens" +Crazy Dimis had said, and with many a firm resolve +she had said to Willie, "I will do it!" There<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +was a world of mysteries before her out of which +the "omens" were to be created, and little did she +understand the way in which she was to be led. +The perjured woman whose daughter had given +birth to "Lily-Pearl" had listened to the whisperings +of the serpent, and the great problem of +justice was to be worked out in the ever changing +adventures of "poor little Phebe," and now with a +satchel in her hand she had left <i>all</i> she had known +of love, and was alone upon the road where the +cool morning zephyrs petted and caressed her. +"My life!" she thought as she walked on towards +the parsonage. "If we are God's children we need +not fear the developments of His changing providences," +Mr. Ernest had said to her one day while +speaking to him of her future, and now these +words came to her as bright and cheering as the +rays of the morning sun, for both had driven away +the darkness from her faith. Years after did +memory return to this early morn to tread again +the sandy road and listen to the chorus of the +birdling's song, or watch with palpitating heart +the silvery glories as they spread themselves over +the eastern sky; and then return to the noonday +scenes of an eventful life through which she had +been guided.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 219px;"> +<img src="images/fig099.jpg" width="219" height="150" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX.</h2> + +<h3><a name="AN_UPPER_ROOM_IN_THE_HOTEL" id="AN_UPPER_ROOM_IN_THE_HOTEL"></a>AN UPPER ROOM IN THE HOTEL.</h3> + + +<p>Mrs. Ernest while bustling about in her kitchen +saw her visitor approaching, and with broom in +hand came out to welcome him. He was no stranger +here, and few ever came who received a warmer +greeting.</p> + +<p>"How bright and fresh you look from your early +morning ride," was the good lady's salutation, and +throwing down a piece of carpet on the damp +ground stood patting Rover and chatting merrily +all the while as Willie crept into the house.</p> + +<p>"I suppose <i>I</i> am not to feel at all flattered by +this early call, for already something tells me that +Phebe is the object of your visit," she laughingly +said, while following him into the house; "so I +will turn you over to Mr. Ernest with all the indignation +I can muster," and patting him on the +shoulder she cheerily invited him to the study.</p> + +<p>The occupant of the quiet room was stretched in +an attitude of languid repose upon the sofa as they +entered, but probably in deep meditation. When, +however, he discovered who had intruded into his +season of reveries, he arose with a face all beaming +with smiles, and took the little extended hand in +his own and placing an arm about his visitor lifted +him with ease into a chair close by.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Now, Ella, you may go and give Rover that +plate of chicken bones you saved for 'some hungry +dog,' for he above all others deserves it."</p> + +<p>Here was a happy home.</p> + +<p>"There was always sunshine at the parsonage," +Willie would say. If clouds ever came they were +so effectually concealed that they never fell upon +another. The brightest spot on earth—the place +more to be coveted than palaces or posts of honor—is +the peaceful, happy home, the nucleus around +which fond hearts are gathered, where the compact +of love remains unbroken only as death comes +and steals away a link of the golden chain that +binds fond hearts together.</p> + +<p>"Is not Phebe here?" Willie asked after a few +moments conversation.</p> + +<p>"O no; she did not remain with us many +hours; but she is not far away," replied Mr. Ernest, +pleasantly. "I will tell you about her. There is +a lady boarding at the hotel, an invalid, I believe, +who has come to our village, as gossip tells us, after +health,—happiness, rather, as I believe, for she +seems very sad at times. I have called on her +often, and at one visit she expressed an earnest +wish for some one to read to her. I thought of +Phebe at once, and when she came to us yesterday +morning and told her story, of which, we were not +wholly ignorant, I thought nothing could have +been more <i>apropos</i>, and so I went over there with +her. The lady seemed much pleased, and I have +no doubt Phebe will be very happy there."</p> + +<p>"I think I must have seen her when I was coming," +interrupted Willie. "A lady passed me in +the hotel carriage who had a sad, pensive look; I +am sure it was she."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I have no doubt you are right, for she rides +out every day. I wonder, however, that Phebe does +not take the opportunity to run over here for a +moment."</p> + +<p>But she did not.</p> + +<p>Willie stayed longer than he first intended, hoping +to see her again, but finally started for the +store on his errand, passing the place where <i>she</i> +had found her new home without even catching a +glimpse of her, although he sought diligently to +do so. Had he known that she was then engaged +in penning a long sisterly letter to him he would not +have been so thoroughly wretched all that day and +the next.</p> + +<p>It was some consolation, however, that Fanny +seemed so much interested in her now that she was +away. She was minute in her inquires on his return, +yet did not appear <i>quite</i> pleased when told +that Phebe was <i>only</i> to read to her new mistress.</p> + +<p>"Worse and worse," was her exclamation, "she +was good for nothing before, what will she be now?"</p> + +<p>"We shall see," was Willie's quick reply.</p> + +<p>But he was thinking how much he would enjoy +being there to listen as she read. He was not mistaken +in regard to his conclusions about the lady +in the carriage. It was Mrs. Gaylord, in whom +Phebe had found a friend and protector. She had +taken rooms at the hotel only a short time before, +having no other company than a young mulatto +girl about Phebe's age, who seemed devoted to her +mistress, and mild and affable to all, yet she answered +very few of the questions that were put +to her by the inquisitive.</p> + +<p>"They had come from Virginny, and would go +back dare when Missus had got nuff of dis 'ere<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +norf," was about the extent of the knowledge obtained +from "Tiny" on any occasion.</p> + +<p>Three weeks passed away and Phebe had not +once seen "dear Willie." Mr. Ernest had told her +of his frequent visits to the parsonage, and of the +pleasure that would beam in his blue eyes as he +received her letters from him; but no amount of +persuasion could prevail upon him to make a visit +to the hotel, which was much to Phebe's disappointment. +She was always busy now. When +she was tired of reading or the lady of listening, +she was engaged with her needle.</p> + +<p>"Young people are inclined to home-sickness +if not employed," Mrs. Gaylord would say, pleasantly, +and so Phebe was seldom idle.</p> + +<p>During these seasons of occupation they had +talked much. Phebe had told her all she knew +about her early history, and her listener had many +times laughed heartily at the recital, but not a +word had she ever spoken of her own life. There +was a dark cloud resting upon her, it was evident, +for her companion had often looked up suddenly +from her book to see the tears falling silently from +the calm eyes, who would brush them hurriedly +away as she said "go on;" and Phebe obeyed. At +one time she smiled when detected, and drying her +eyes she said, mildly—</p> + +<p>"What is jealousy, little one? You have just +been reading about it. What is <i>your</i> definition of +the word?"</p> + +<p>"Willie would say 'an unjust suspicion; a sense +of imaginary wrong without proof;'" answered +Phebe, hesitatingly.</p> + +<p>She laughed now.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> + +<p>"O you little novice! How far you are behind +the times. That definition might have done for +your grandmother, but it will never do for these +modern days. I will tell you, child, what it is, or +what it means now. It is a wail of despair which +the heart gives over the loss of its dearest treasure. +The anguish of its desolation when the fire +of love burns low; the cry of woe when it sees the +vacant chair in its most secret chamber, and desolation +looks with hungry eyes out from among the +shadows of its former trysting place! Does the +poor heart murmur? Does it put on the sackcloth +and the sprinkling of ashes? Love is not +dead, but straying, <i>straying</i>! This is jealousy. +The vacation of one heart for—for—well, child, +<i>you</i> know nothing about it, and may you long remain +in ignorance."</p> + +<p>She bowed her head and wept long and bitterly.</p> + +<p>Phebe moved the ottoman on which she was sitting +close by the side of the agitated lady and laid +her head upon her knee. A bond of sympathy +drew them together. A chord had been touched to +which the heart of each vibrated in unison. Desolation +was creeping among the shadows in the +secret chamber of both hearts, and the feeble wail +of woe which came from the lonely hearth-stones +mingled in low, solemn cadence, and they two +were united by these bonds of sympathy. A soft, +white hand nestled lovingly among the braids of +the young girl's hair as the bowed head still rested +its heavy weight on the lady's rich dress, and from +that moment a sweet confidence took possession of +them both.</p> + +<p>Ah! there is nothing so invigorating and comforting +in this ever changing life as the sweet assurance<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +of reciprocal affection in the hour of despondency +and gloom. A mother's kiss, a father's +fond caress, soon dries the tear and soothes the +pain of childhood, and can it be that their power +grows less towards the children of accumulated +years?</p> + +<p>"Did I speak bitterly just now; my child?" the +lady asked, after a long silence. "I hope I did not +frighten you."</p> + +<p>Phebe looked up into the sad face that was beaming +now with a full glory of consolation as she +answered:</p> + +<p>"O no; I was not frightened. Even in my short +life I have seen sorrow, and know well what it +means. Ever since we have been together I have +believed that something troubled you, and it has +made me—"</p> + +<p>"Made you what, my child?"</p> + +<p>"Made me love you, O may I do this? Will +you let little Phebe creep into your heart and find +a resting place there? O Mrs. Gaylord, I am so +lonely! Nobody but Willie—and he is lost to me +now."</p> + +<p>The large eyes were gazing with their far-off, +mysterious look, which Willie had so often watched +with a tremor of apprehension in his heart; but +there were no tears in them. The wail was +from the secret chamber, and the lady recognized it.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;"><a name="O_Mrs_Gaylord_I_am_so_lonely" id="O_Mrs_Gaylord_I_am_so_lonely"></a> +<img src="images/fig106.jpg" width="401" height="600" alt=""O, Mrs. Gaylord, I am so lonely."" title=""O, Mrs. Gaylord, I am so lonely."" /> +<span class="caption smcap">"O, Mrs. Gaylord, I am so lonely."</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, dear," was her answering refrain. "You +shall nestle cosily in this poor quivering heart if +you desire it. I was once a lonely orphan like +yourself, and I pined for a love I could not find. +It is dreadful—this chilling desolation of life. At +twenty I married, and was alone no longer. My +yearning heart was satisfied, not because of the +luxury that surrounded me, or the honors with +which I was crowned as the bride of the rich young +southerner. No, no. Sweeter by far than all of +this was the assurance that I was loved. That was +many years ago, when my face was fair and my +cheeks covered with bloom. It is over now, and +with my youth and beauty went the love which was +more precious than all. <i>His</i> hair has lost its glossy +hue and his step its elastic bound; but for these +my heart has suffered no reaction, yet it bears to-day +the scars of <i>many</i> wounds. Some are not yet +healed, and memory often rends them anew until +the tears <i>will</i> come trickling through the torn fissures. +But I must not grieve you, my child. The +world calls me happy, for it penetrates not the +covering that my proud spirit has thrown over all, +and I am willing it should be deceived. I came to +this quiet village to gain strength to endure; when +I have accomplished my object I shall return to +my Virginia home. It is a bright spot to the +looker on, full of plenty and repose for one whose +soul has power to take them in; and to this home, +my sweet comforter, I would take you."</p> + +<p>Phebe started.</p> + +<p>"Smother that refusal in those bewitching eyes, +for I shall take none of it," she laughed. "You +have just pleaded for my love. What good under +the sun will it do you when hundreds of miles are +piled up between us? No, no. We need each +other. The days we have been together have made +you a necessity to me. Do not answer me now," +she continued, gently placing her white hand over +the lips of her companion, as she saw them move +for utterance. "Take a few more days to think +of it. We have plenty of time. Talk to me now<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +about this Willie, of whom you have spoken. You +did not tell me that you loved him, but is it not so, +my child?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I love him more and better than any one +else. He is a poor cripple, four years older than I, +and we have been together every day since his +father brought me to him. His mother loved us +both, and when she was about to die, she gave him +to me, and told me never to forget or forsake him. +How can I leave him to go with you? He has been +such a dear brother to me for so many years; <i>you</i> +would love him, too, I am sure, if you knew him +as well as I."</p> + +<p>"How your cheeks glow, little enthusiast! Now +let me ask, is your hero drawn by a dog usually?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. I was sure you must have seen him during +some of your rides for he has come to the village +often since I have been here."</p> + +<p>"I have met him only twice, but even these +faint glimpses into his peaceful face takes away +my wonder at your heart's bestowal. It was pity +that caused me to notice him and long for another +beam from the liquid eyes, and now that I know +who he is I can but feel hurt that you have not invited +him to our rooms. It would do me good I +know to study that character and learn resignation +from its teachings."</p> + +<p>"May I? O—you do not know how much I +thank you! I will go this very day to the parsonage, +with your permission, to tell him. He may be +there, when it is cooler, to hear from me; and <i>if</i> I +could meet him!"</p> + +<p>"Did I not say that it was <i>my</i> wish to study +him for sake of the good it might do me?" and she +kissed the glowing cheek of the young girl with a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +passion unusual to her. "Then go at once if you +hope to see him, but hasten back for I am too selfish +to permit you to remain long away. It is +lonely, darling, and I cannot understand how I +ever lived without you."</p> + +<p>"You are so good!" and Phebe pressed the soft +caressing hand to her trembling lips.</p> + +<p>Nothing is more sweet than to be guided into +this realm of thought by the precious foretaste of +the love that awaited her when the end should be +reached. She had gone out into the darkness expecting +nothing but chilliness and gloom, but instead +she was walking "by the side of still waters" +and there was freshness and beauty all along the +way. Still a portentous cloud was floating in the +clear blue of her gilded sky, for how could she +ever leave Willie to go with Mrs. Gaylord to her +southern home? The weeks were rapidly passing, +and when the hot summer days had all flitted away +there would come a change, and her life had received +so many already! "Where would the next +one take her?" As she stepped in front of the +mirror for a moment a smile of satisfaction stole +over her young face. The new hat Mrs. Gaylord +had purchased for her was very becoming, as that +lady had asserted, and she thought how it would +please Willie to see her looking so well. He had +often lamented during the last two years that it +was not in his power to procure these little luxuries, +and she went on her way with a happy heart.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;"> +<img src="images/fig110.jpg" width="250" height="57" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_OPENING_OF_A_NEW_LIFE" id="THE_OPENING_OF_A_NEW_LIFE"></a>THE OPENING OF A NEW LIFE.</h3> + + +<p>"And whether we be afflicted, it is for our consolation +and salvation, which is effectual for the +enduring of the same sufferings which we also suffer; +or whether we be comforted it is for our consolation; +for as all hearts suffer, all have the power +of consolation."</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Gaylord had suffered, and out of the sad +experience of her eventful life had come the power +to administer to others." Such was Phebe's +thought when on her way to the parsonage, which +stood in the suburbs of the village surrounded by +its fresh green lawn that had always appeared so +winning to the lovers of beauty, and peaceful to +the seeker after "consolation."</p> + +<p>Mr. Ernest also knew how to bestow this gift on +the weary heart. His early days had not been +filled with the bright things that rightfully belong +to childhood, and his after years were those of toil +and strugglings. He understood well how to apply +the sympathies so consoling to those whose +feet are torn with the thorns by the way.</p> + +<p>Our little pedestrian was walking away from +one minister of comfort to another who was equally +skilled, and it was with the greatest difficulty that +she could keep her airy feet down upon the well-beaten +track which ran along by the side of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +broad highway to the pleasant home of the village +pastor, where she hoped to find Willie and extend +to him Mrs. Gaylord's pressing invitation. Mr. +Ernest had told her that he usually came in the +early morning or in the cool of the evening, and +now the sun was fast sinking down behind the +western clouds. There might be a storm approaching, +for the breezes were fresh and cool, and she +could but think how the ripples were sweeping +around the "sand-bar" and lifting the broad lily-pads +among the rushes not far out from where the +pleasant row-boat was fastened to the old oak tree. +Should she ever glide in the little boat over the +lovely blue waters again? And then, when the +stern old winter had thrown his coverlet of ice +across its throbless bosom, when the lilies were all +asleep in their cozy beds, what delightful rides she +and Willie had enjoyed on its smooth surface as +Lloyd Hunter drew them on his large comfortable +sled. Was all this gone forever? She reached +the door, and as no one was in sight, stopped a +moment while her thoughts went on.</p> + +<p>Willie was not there, for his visit had been made +in the morning.</p> + +<p>"I am going by there to-morrow."</p> + +<p>Phebe's eyes brightened.</p> + +<p>"May <i>I</i> go with you? Mrs. Gaylord will not +let me walk so far, it not being 'lady-like,'" she +smiled. "She has invited him to our rooms, and +I am so anxious."</p> + +<p>"Certainly, my dear; but be all ready, for I +have an engagement at nine, eight miles away."</p> + +<p>There had been no need for this last suggestion, +for Phebe felt quite sure that with such a prospect +before her she could not sleep at all. Still, after<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +talking the matter over with Mrs. Gaylord, and +getting her consent for the proposed visit, her +heart felt a reaction at the thought of again meeting +Fanny. It seemed long since she had been +there, and the partition wall which had divided +them while still together, had not been lowered by +a single act, and now really appeared more formidable +than ever when viewed at such a distance. +How could she ever meet her?</p> + +<p>When the morning sun sent his bright beams +into her window she sprang from her bed with the +question still unanswered.</p> + +<p>"Good morning," said Mrs. Gaylord, putting +her head in at the door at that very moment.</p> + +<p>Phebe was surprised. Seldom did the lady leave +her room before all of the rest had breakfasted.</p> + +<p>"O, you needn't look so wonderingly at me," +she continued, laughing. "I only thought I would +tell you to put on your new white dress, as it is +such a lovely morning, and then I want you to +appear your best, for I know <i>he</i> will appreciate it," +and she was gone.</p> + +<p>"Well does she know how to be a comforter," +thought Phebe.</p> + +<p>How well she remembered at that moment the +last walk she had with Willie down by the little +pond, and his mournful wail of desolation as they +talked of his lonely future without her!</p> + +<p>The bell sounded along the hall telling all who +desired an early breakfast that it was now ready, +so hastening with her toilet, she opened the door +leading to Mrs. Gaylord's room, and to her surprise +found her also ready to go with her.</p> + +<p>"I have had a new thought," she said gaily, +"and have ordered the carriage. We will go together<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +and take him out for a little airing. Rover, +I have no doubt, will be much obliged to be excused +for one day. Two miles and a half is a pretty +long road for such a brute to draw so heavy a +load."</p> + +<p>Phebe made no answer, for she was a little disappointed. +She had anticipated the walk back and +the uninterrupted talk more than she had herself +been aware of.</p> + +<p>"Do you not like my arrangement?" queried the +lady, artlessly.</p> + +<p>Phebe expressed much pleasure at the prospect, +and, come to think of it, "the new plan was preferable, +as it would take away all embarrassment in +the meeting with Fanny."</p> + +<p>The carriage was at the door when the two were +ready, and in a few minutes they halted before the +parsonage to report the change. Then away they +rolled on their delicate errand of pleasure and +comfort.</p> + +<p>Never had Phebe looked so fresh and pretty as +now. Her plain hat of white straw sat jauntily on +her heavy braids of jetty hair, from beneath which +her dark eyes shone with a new brilliancy, her +dress, about which Mrs. Gaylord had been so particular, +set off her well rounded form to the best +advantage, and as she sat by the richly attired +lady no one would have imagined that the two +were mistress and menial. Some such thoughts +must have passed through the mind of the young +girl, for her cheeks glowed, and an air of worth if +not superiority, sat with easy dignity upon her +every movement.</p> + +<p>"There he is," she exclaimed, as they came in +sight of the white cottage among the maples. "He +is waiting for us."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Hurry Frank," said the lady, "he does not yet +recognize you Phebe."</p> + +<p>"Willie, dear brother Willie!" she called out as +the carriage drew up before the gate, and in a +moment she had darted down by his side, and +throwing her arms around his neck said cheerily: +"Come, Willie, Mrs. Gaylord wants to take you +out for a ride! It is lovely, and Rover can have a +rest!" His face crimsoned as he realized that +strangers were witnessing their joyful meeting. +Unperceived Mrs. Gaylord had approached, and +holding out her hand said pleasantly: "Phebe +was so selfish that she was going to have you all +to herself but I concluded to defeat her plans. +Will you be so kind as to go with us and spend +the day at our rooms? We will try to make it +very pleasant for you." All this was said with so +much tenderness that it would have been impossible +for the poor boy to refuse.</p> + +<p>"Let me get your hat, for I see that you are all +ready as usual," and Phebe forgetting her dread +of the "frigid Fanny" rushed into the house, +meeting that important personage on the very +threshold.</p> + +<p>"Good morning" was her cheerful salutation; +"we are going to take Willie away from you for a +few hours, and I have come for his hat."</p> + +<p>"He has not been to breakfast yet," was the +chilling reply. "I think you had better wait and +give him time to eat."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps it would be better," ejaculated Phebe +as she passed her, hat in hand.</p> + +<p>"In the meantime would you not like to go +with me down our pleasant walk to the pond?" +asked Phebe, as she came back where Mrs. Gaylord<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> +and Willie were conversing familiarly. The +lady cheerfully consented and they were soon out +of sight among the trees that skirted the meadow +brook. When they returned, Willie was sitting +by the side of Frank and his usually pale face was +flushed with excitement.</p> + +<p>"If you like we will go around by the old town +road," said the driver as the rest of his company +became seated. "It will be two miles farther back +but it is cool and shady." "All right!" and the +happy trio were rapidly borne away. Phebe had +told her friend how her "dear brother" became so +helpless and his sensitiveness in regard to it, and +had more than once seen the tears of sympathy +glisten in the fine eyes of the listener at the narration.</p> + +<p>"His feet and limbs below the knees have not +grown since he was a baby," she had said; "and +of course they cannot bear the body, which is well +developed. He can creep about very well, but is +unwilling that any one outside of his own home +should see him. When a mere child he has told +me his manner of locomotion was to sit and <i>hitch</i> +himself about, which gave him the appellation +among the boys of 'hitch Evans' which so mortified +his pride that he would not appear among +them."</p> + +<p>"Poor boy!" was the low response. Now, however, +Mrs. Gaylord chatted pleasantly with him +about the beauties of the landscape—the fading +glories of the passing summer and of her own +home in the sunny south, until as he said after, "I +forgot that I was a mere cypher amid it all." +At last they arrived at the hotel, and as Frank +with his strong arms set him on the broad winding<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +stairway he scrambled up to the top on his hands +and knees, laughing as he did so because Phebe +would wait for his slow movements rather than +trip forward with Mrs. Gaylord, who wanted to see +if Tiny had all things in readiness.</p> + +<p>It was a delightful day to them all. Dinner +was served in the upper room, and Phebe thought +as she watched the glowing face of her brother that +it was never before half so beautiful as now. Was +it because Phebe was again near him? Or had +the kind words and suggestions of his new friend +aroused energies of which before he was not conscious? +It was true that every moment had been +filled with reading and conversation and it was all +so new to Willie! "It is a fact," continued Mrs. +Gaylord after Tiny had taken off the last dish +from the table; "that many with far less brains +and more inefficient than yourself have filled important +places in the world's history. With exercise +I do not see why your body should not become +sturdy and robust. I have a friend in Boston who +has a large clothing store and manufactures his +own goods, and the great object of insisting upon +your company to-day was to tell you that I will, if +you desire it, bring your case to his notice, and if +he favors my suggestions will let you know all +about it."</p> + +<p>"O—if I could!" came from his overflowing +heart. "If I could only do something! I have +always been told that it was no use for me to exert +myself for I was helpless, and I had settled down +as far as it was possible on that supposition."</p> + +<p>"But you are not! Your present skill with the +needle has its advantages and in a very short time +you would be independent at least. Labor brings<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +contentment and with it the years would not pass +so laggardly." Phebe had come up behind him +and was smoothing his brown curls with her gentle +hand, and reaching up his trembling one he +clasped hers tightly as he asked:</p> + +<p>"Phebe, more than sister, can I do this? Will +the time ever come when I shall cease to eat the +bread of dependence? Tell me Phebe, for your +words have ever given me strength; am I truly +only the long withered stalk you hold as the emblem +of myself?"</p> + +<p>"No, Willie! Believe what Mrs. Gaylord has +said and grow firm! You can—you will! I feel +it in my heart you 'will go up the stairs' and +leave some at the foot who do not now expect to +stay there! I thought of it to-day and determined +not to let you go ahead of me, and so kept close +by your side." She laughed while he warmly +pressed the hand he had been holding.</p> + +<p>"You see," interposed Mrs. Gaylord, "Phebe +and I have talked a little about this but I did not +mention, even to her, the plans which for more +than two weeks I have been maturing. To-morrow +we will go to the city, Phebe and I, and see +what can be done, and if you will come to us on +the following day all can be decided."</p> + +<p>It <i>was</i> decided! Mr. Bancroft of Boston would +do well by him; take him into his own home and +see that his wants were attended to until he had +become efficient in the business, and then give him +a place in his establishment if he proved himself +worthy.</p> + +<p>"Worthy?" exclaimed Phebe; "he is noble—he +will be all you can desire!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> + +<p>"The hearts of young ladies are not always reliable +in <i>business</i> relations," replied the gentleman +with a mischievous twinkle in his bright eye. +"However, Mrs. Gaylord, upon your maturer judgment +I will try him, for really you have excited +in me an interest for the young man; and I see no +reason why he cannot be a master workman. <i>I</i> +began life by coiling my feet under me on the +bench, and I could have done it just as well had +they not been incased in No. 9's." He laughed. +"His Rover will be just the thing; he can soon be +taught to bring his master to his work and return +to his kennel for protection. And by the way, I +shall be obliged to see that <i>his</i> animal has an +'ordinance' of its own. They kill dogs here so +promiscuously."</p> + +<p>"<i>I</i> had thought of that and concluded to set +Pompy at work training another for his use as +soon as I return home. You know he is famous at +such work."</p> + +<p>Willie received the report of their successful +mission in the city with almost ecstatic joy. "Can +it be true?" he thought. There would be difficulties; +any amount of pride must be overcome—shrinking +sensitiveness subdued—but he would +try! To have aspirations—anticipations of success—what +more could he desire?</p> + +<p>In three days Mrs. Gaylord would go with Willie +to his new home and Phebe was to accompany +them.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 75px;"> +<img src="images/fig117.jpg" width="75" height="67" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI.</h2> + +<h3><a name="ROSEDALE" id="ROSEDALE"></a>"ROSEDALE."</h3> + + +<p>Come with me, gentle reader, to the sunny south, +to the land of orange groves, where the air is +sweetest and the sky is bluest; where nature's lyre +does not of necessity get unstrung or lose her +summer melodies as winter breaks in with harsh, +discordant notes to jar the ear and chill the rich, +warm blood. Come to the land of flowers, of poetry, +of dreams. Hard seems the fate which thrusts +a "serpent into every paradise," in whose trail +death follows, withering up its freshness and +throwing a net-work of decay over its richest beauties. +Yet such is the intruder blighting many +homes in the cold regions of the bustling north, +as well as in the clime where the sweet singers of +the faded woods delight to pour out their winter's +songs. Alas! that it should be so.</p> + +<p>"Why, my Lily-Bell, how faded you look this +morning! Worse than the rose you wore in your +hair last night. Now let me wager something. +What shall it be? Ah! my yesterday's letter +against your's of yesterday, also, that I can divine +the cause. Shall it be? Ah! that smile! It was +like the morning zephyrs sporting with the withered +petals of my 'Lily-Bell.' Let me kiss back +its beauty, or breath some of my exuberance into +it, which seems so worthless in its prodigality," and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +the lively little lady bent over the invalid's chair +and kissed over and over again the brow of her +companion.</p> + +<p>"There! there! Look quickly! Two little +rose leaves of unquestionably pinkish hue are fluttering +in close proximity to those lovely dimples. +But they have flitted away again. What a pity +that beauty is so fleeting."</p> + +<p>"I should think you would despair, dear Grace, +of charming one into life who has been so long +dead. The task would be more congenial to your +taste, I imagine, to roll me up and lay me away in +your casket of precious relics for memory to grow +sentimental over in future years. Why do you +not do it, <i>la Petite</i>? Own that you are weary, as +the rest do, and thrust me out of sight."</p> + +<p>"No, indeed; I have no passion for musty relics. +Come, let us away to the drawing-room. It is nearly +time for breakfast."</p> + +<p>"Are you aware, cousin mine, of the compliments +you have been showering upon me, 'fading, +withering,' etc.? To tell the truth, I am quite unwilling, +under their pressure, to appear before our +brilliant guests, understanding now the full array +of blemishes of which I am the possessor."</p> + +<p>"I was only prattling, Lily-Bell. Nothing human +could be purer or sweeter than that face of +yours. Let me picture it," and kneeling on the +carpet before her companion, she took a little white +hand and pressed it lovingly in her own.</p> + +<p>"No, no; do not call me silly. There, keep +that smile. That little mouth was just made for +such glowing sunbeams to play about. How I +would like to tear away those lines of sadness +which so mar its exquisite formation, and bring<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +back the soft tints to those lips. Not that it would +enhance its perfection, but it would denote health +of body and heart. Then those eyes, so dark, +deep and fathomless! I cannot look into their +depths without a feeling of purity and holiness +stealing into my soul, as though I had taken a +peep into the land of spirits where there is no sin. +What, a tear? Forgive me, darling. I should +have known better. I too often pelt the door of +your heart's sepulcher with the pebbles of my +thoughtless volubility. Thank you for that look +of forgiveness. Now let me depart before I sin +again. But, just a moment. Whenever I plant +my tripping feet on sacred ground, bid me hush, +begone. Check me, dearest. I want to be your +sunbeam, not the east wind that blows up dark +clouds; will you?"</p> + +<p>"I will let you act and talk naturally. I like it. +If at times you discover tears, it need not frighten +or silence you. They seem as necessary to my +existence as the rain to the summer flowers. Now +begone; <i>I</i> shall go out among the zephyrs awhile +that they may freshen up these 'withered petals.' +Do not mention me below. Good bye," and Lillian, +kissing her hand to her companion, glided through +the open door and away out of sight.</p> + +<p>At the time of which I write there could not be +found in all Georgia a more charming home retreat +from the cares and tumults of the bustling world +than the home of the Belmont's.</p> + +<p>"Rosedale" was what its name would seem to +designate, a garden of roses. The house was built +around three sides of a hollow square in the center +of which a fountain sent up its sparkling jets +above the cool twinkling shadows of the trees<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +which surrounded it, up into the sunlight, catching +its rainbow tints and falling back into the marble +basin beneath, with a cool trickling sound that +charmed the weary and enervated into quiet and +repose, lulling the restless spirit into dreams of +future peace and rest. The open side looked towards +the north, and as far as the eye could reach +the most charming landscape was extended. A +thoroughly cultivated cotton field was near by, but +it wound around to the right and was lost sight of +behind the orange grove. On the left the white +rude huts of the negroes were just discernable. On—on, +the distant hills kept rising, over which the +blue sky seemed to hover lovingly, giving to the +bright green fields a darker hue, and to the little +busy river below the terrace, a robe of its own soft +color.</p> + +<p>The constructor of this beautiful home had been +sleeping for many years where the fir trees nestled +together and the purling river sang all day its rippling +song as if to hush to more silent repose the +quiet slumberer. The widow, however, who had +never laid aside her weeds, had well maintained +her position. There was no plantation in all that +region more thrifty or prosperous than this. It +was a pleasure to visit Rosedale, particularly now, +as Charles, the only son, had returned from his +European tour as reputed heir and proprietor of +the beautiful estate, and of course the spacious +drawing-rooms were crowded.</p> + +<p>One hour after Lillian had left her chamber she +was sitting alone in a quiet summer house at the +foot of the terrace looking dreamily out upon the +landscape, listlessly plucking the roses which +drooped about her and scattering their bright<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> +petals on the ground at her feet. Perhaps she +imagined who would look for her there at that +hour, still when the sound of a footstep fell on her +ear she started and her pale cheek flushed for a +moment; but when George St. Clair entered she +smiled and extended her hand in welcome. He +took it tenderly in his own and seated himself at +her feet.</p> + +<p>"You have carpeted the ground for me with +rose leaves which these little hands have wantonly +spoiled," he said with his usual gallantry. "O, +Lillian, how cruel you are!"</p> + +<p>"Do not George; I want to talk with you! I +have spent a sleepless night trying to summon +sufficient resolution for this interview. I feel that +you deserve some share of my confidence at least, +and it is sweet to know that after all this struggling +I can give it to you."</p> + +<p>"And I shall be glad to receive it, although I +have a presentiment that it is my death doom!"</p> + +<p>She bowed her head and her white lips touched +his forehead. "I love you, George, with the +purest sisterly affection, and in my poor heart +your sorrows will ever find a sympathetic response. +I feel that I shall give you pain by what I must say, +and God knows how gladly I would save you from +it if it was in my power. But bear with me; I +have long loved another! You have surmised it—<i>I</i> +now confess it! I was not yet fifteen when I +met and loved Pearl Hamilton. You remember +the time I went north to school? He was a Philadelphian +by birth and a nobler, truer heart never +beat! Could you see him George you would not +blame me for what I did! I was a child—a petted, +spoiled child! My wishes had never been disputed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +and why should they be then? In a very +few weeks I became his wife. Do not look at me +so wildly! It is <i>all</i> true—<i>I am a wife!</i>"</p> + +<p>"Lillian, <i>why</i> have you deceived the world and +me so long? Why did you not tell me this three +years ago when I returned from Europe? Had +you done so I would have spared you all of the +torment my repeated proffers of love must have +caused; and it might have been had I known the +truth at that time less bitter for me to-day. But +I will not chide you." The young man had risen +to his feet while speaking and paced to and fro the +full length of the arbor.</p> + +<p>"Come and sit by me," she pleaded; "I have +not yet finished." He obeyed. "It was not <i>my</i> +fault, George, that you did not know all at the +time, but let me continue my narrative. It will +not detain you long. I was married, not however +without the approbation of my aunt, with whom I +resided. As soon as it was over a sudden fear took +possession of me. I did not dare tell my mother. +For the first time in all my life I had acted without +her approval, and now I was fearful of her +displeasure. It came at last. After much persuasion +from my husband and friends I told her all. +One bright day when Pearl was absent from home +my aunt sent for me. I obeyed the summons, and +there met my mother after a separation of more +than a year. Her greeting was cold, her manner +stern and commanding. It seems that she had +been in the city three days, and during that time +had accumulated legal documents sufficient to +prove to <i>me</i>, at least, that as neither of us was of +age our marriage was null and void. Her words +overpowered me. But I will not picture the scene<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +that followed. I was a <i>child</i> again obedient to her +will. We left the city before the return of my +husband, and I have never seen him since. I have +written many letters, but have received none in return. +Only <i>once</i> have I heard that he yet lived. +My aunt wrote that he stood very high in the estimation +of the people and remained true to his boyish +vows. That letter was not intended for my +eyes, but they saw it, and my heart responded to +his fidelity. Thus to-day you find me what I am. +Now, tell me, George, do you hate me for what I +have done? I had not the power to break away +from the injunction laid upon me. My mother said +that in time I would not only regret but forget, +my folly, and would thank her for placing me in a +position to marry some one equal to myself. O +George, think of these long years I have carried +this aching, desolate heart. My whole being has +seemed enervated. But this fresh proffer of your +love has aroused me. I <i>am</i> a <i>woman</i>, and there is +<i>injustice</i> in all this. <i>You</i> are good and noble; for +this reason I have confided in you, breathed into +your ear words that were never before spoke by +me."</p> + +<p>"Thank you! But, Lillian, what proof has your +aunt that <i>he</i> remains true to his early vows? Do +you think <i>any</i> earthly power could keep <i>me</i> from +you were you <i>my</i> wife? And yet you tell me that +you have not received one answer to your many +letters."</p> + +<p>"Did I not also tell you that there was <i>injustice</i> +in all this? And more—I am fully convinced that +there has been and <i>now is</i> a <i>criminal</i> wrong being +enacted of which <i>I</i> am the subject."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It <i>cannot</i> be! O Lillian! henceforth I am +your friend and your brother. Command me at +all times, and I am your obedient servant. Henceforth +my country only shall be my bride. I will +wed her with good faith. I will suffer, I will die +for her. But you will be my sister, Lillian. Call +me <i>Brother</i>. Let that appellation, at least, fall +from those sweet lips like the refreshing dew, for +I feel that my heart is withering, and then I must +go. I came to bid you farewell. New duties are +calling me, and I am glad that it is so."</p> + +<p>"God bless you, my brother," came like low, +plaintiff music to his ear.</p> + +<p>For one moment he held her close to his heart, +and gazed into the beautiful eyes where a world of +love and suffering lay hidden; then imprinting a +kiss upon her fair cheek fled from her presence. +He was gone.</p> + +<p>For a long time Lillian sat like one in a dream. +Could it be? Had the friend of so many years +really spoken the last farewell? How much she +had prized his love; his demonstrations of tenderness; +and now they were to be hers no more. How +much it had cost her to sever this sparkling chain +of gold which the heart of woman ever covets, +God only knows. But the work had been accomplished +at last, and the thought brought more of +relief with it than pain after all. She had pondered +it so long and shrank from its performance +until the burden of her coming duty pressed heavily +upon her; but it was lifted now, and a sense of +peace stole into her mind as she realized the truth. +Then there came a wave of apprehension that suddenly +dashed its murky waters over her. "What +would her mother say?" She had so long been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +the submissive <i>child</i> in her strength and power +that it was a marvel <i>how</i> she had dared to loosen +herself from them or act for once upon her own +responsibility. There was one reason why that +mother had so insisted upon her wedding George +St. Clair, but the daughter had never been able to +obtain it from her.</p> + +<p>"But I could <i>not</i>—O I could not," she exclaimed, +rising and standing in the door way of the arbor +as she looked away down the road where her lover +had ridden at full speed, taking with him, as she +well knew, an aching heart, but one not more +wretched than her own.</p> + +<p>Raphael made the transfiguration a subject for +his pencil, but died before it was finished, and how +many of us will do the same? We begin life with +glowing tints, but the sombre colors are demanded. +We lay aside the brush as incapable of the task, +and other hands interfere to spoil its designs or +destroy the first intention altogether. Lillian's +life had opened with a few glowing outlines, but a +masterly hand had changed the subject, and the +canvas was yet to receive its filling up, and God +was marking the designs upon it for her; and, +discovering this, she bowed her head with reverential +awe before the solemn realization, and with a +firmer and steadier step than had been hers for +years, she walked to the house and entered her +own room.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/fig126.jpg" width="400" height="146" alt="Decoration - Ship on Ocean" title="Decoration - Ship on Ocean" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="HEARTS_SECRETS_REVEALED_AND_UNREVEALED" id="HEARTS_SECRETS_REVEALED_AND_UNREVEALED"></a>HEART'S SECRETS REVEALED AND UNREVEALED.</h3> + + +<p>"He—he—he! Didn't Massa George make Spit-fire +fly, tho'? Gorry! 'specks them bobolishenis +'ll have to take it now, no 'stake. He—he—he!"</p> + +<p>"O you get out. What you talk 'bout bobolishenis +anyhow? Think you're mighty smart +nigger, don't ye? It's my opinion ye don't know +nothin'—that's all." And Aunt Lizzy moved away +with the air of one who did understand and utterly +despised one who was not as fortunate as herself, +as the toss of her lofty turban perfectly demonstrated.</p> + +<p>"'Specks old woman, ye'd jus' like to know all +what dis nig' duz. 'Mighty smart! He—he—he! +Gals ain't 'speeted to know nothin' no how," and +Pete, who was the especial favorite of his young +master, turned away from his unappreciative auditor +with all the dignity supposed to have been +handed over to him with the last suit of young +massa's cast-off clothing in which he was pompously +arrayed.</p> + +<p>Just then the soft folds of a white dress peeped +out from behind the foliage of the "Prairie Queen," +which scrambled about in native abandonment +everywhere over the corridor on one side of the +moss-covered terrace. Pete saw it as it waved in +the noonday breeze, which was scarcely sufficient<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +to move a leaf or flower, so stealthily it came ladened +with its burden of perfume. Discovering that +some one was so near, the astonished slave was +about to retreat in much confusion, when Grace +Stanley stepped from behind the massive vine and +stood before him.</p> + +<p>Evidently there had been tears in her brilliant +eyes that were unused to weeping, but they had +succeeded only in leaving transparent shadows +over their brightness. Sad traces, to be sure, of +what had been, as well as presentiments of what +might be. Her soft cheek wore a deeper tint than +was usual to it, and her long lashes drooped lower, +casting a sombre shade beneath them, and that was +all. Yet the little heart, all unused to sorrow, +throbbed beneath the pure white bodice with a +wound it seemingly had not the power to bind up. +She had come to Rosedale as free and joyous as +the birds that flitted among the orange blossoms +where the zephyrs were then gathering their sweets, +and the future over which her feet would gladly +tread decked with the brightest and sweetest flowers, +among which the trailing serpent had never +for a moment showed his treacherous head; but +she had found that the blossom of hope will wither +and the golden sunshine fade; and this consciousness +had pierced her sensitive nature as a cruel +dart, and the pain had made her cheek tear-stained +and brought shadows of disappointment. She had +met George St. Clair two years before her present +visit, and thought him the most noble and true of +all his sex, and who can tell of the dreams that +came uninvited into her nightly visions as well as +in her peaceful day reveries? Can you, gentle +reader? There comes a day to us all when the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +kaleidoscope of every heart's experience gives a +sudden turn as it presents to view more complex +minglings of brilliant colors and perplexing designs +than has ever been seen in any previous +whirl, weird fancies through which we are all +looking.</p> + +<p>Grace Stanley had been watching their ever +changing glow until the brilliant tints had +imprinted their rosy hues over every hope and +promise of her life; but on this very morning +there had been another turn, and the sombre shades +were now uppermost. He loved "Lily-Bell," and +had flown from her presence a rejected lover, but +without one word of farewell to her. "My country +shall henceforth be my bride," she had heard +him say, and who could tell what the terrible war +might bring to them all. He was gone, and this +fact alone was sufficient to sadden her future, still +"no one shall know it," she thought as she walked +across the garden and stepped upon the moss-covered +terrace. "This hour shall be covered from +sight forever, even from myself." She had grown +calm as she stood there listening to the conversation +just outside, and with a faint smile flitting +among the sombre tints of sadness that were retreating +from her pretty face, she bluntly asked +the bewildered Pete—</p> + +<p>"What did I hear you say about Master George?"</p> + +<p>She had drawn more closely the thick veil of indifference, +and suddenly her face was wreathed in +smiles as she stood there looking into the dark, +perplexed visage of the scared negro boy; just as +flowers will grow and thrive in beauty on the +graves where our idols lie buried.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p> + +<p>"O nothin', Miss Grace—nothin', nothin' at all. +But he did make Spit-fire look buful, sartin, sure. +<i>Gorry!</i> didn't she <i>go</i>, tho'? Dat's all, Miss Grace, +sure dat's all."</p> + +<p>"I thought I heard you say something about +his going to shoot the abolitionists, Pete, was I +mistaken? Do you know what they are?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know nothin', Miss Grace, sartin. 'Spects +dey be somethin' what hunts a nigger mighty +sharp, 'cause I heard Massa Charles say he'll pop +'em over—dat's all, young missus, sartin, sure, +dat's all."</p> + +<p>"Well, Pete, let me tell you something. In my +opinion you will be wiser than you are now, and +that before many years; only keep your eyes +open."</p> + +<p>"Neber you mind, Miss Gracy. Dis nig' 'll +keep his eyes peeled, dat's what he will."</p> + +<p>Grace Stanley passed leisurely into the hall +which ran through the main building leading to +the open court beyond where the fountain was +throwing its cool, sparkling jets into the sunshine. +She did not heed it, however, but passed on up the +broad winding stairway, meeting no one on the +way as she ascended to the hall above. The sun +had nearly reached his meridian glory, and the +oppressive heat had as usual driven the inmates of +that elegant home to their shaded retreats, where in +comfortable deshabille they lounged on beds and +sofas drawn up by the open windows, that perchance +they might catch some stray breeze that +would flit up from the orange groves or come from +the woodland far away on the hill side.</p> + +<p>"Grace," called a sweet voice through the half-open +door of Lillian's room, "I thought it was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> +your light step I heard on the stairs. Come in +here, darling. See how nice and cool it is." Grace +obeyed, but Lillian did not notice the sombre shadows +that were playing over the usually sunny face +of her cousin, so absorbed was she with the hovering +glooms that had fallen from her own passing +clouds, and so she continued, pleasantly: "Perhaps +you would like to make yourself a little more +comfortable? Put on this wrapper, dear, and then +come and sit by me, will you? I want to talk a +little."</p> + +<p>This was just what her companion did not care +to do; still, remembering that her mission to Rosedale +was to cheer by her lively mirth and vivacity +her drooping cousin, she hastened to obey. Yet +how was she to accomplish her task? Only three +weeks had passed since her arrival, yet weeks so +heavy with their weight of circumstance that her +very soul seemed pressed down beneath their +weight. Where now was her native joyousness? +The cheering powers she was expected to impart +to others? She must recall them. Yet she was +chilled and oppressed; what was she to do? Act. +Her retreating volubility could only be summoned +again to its post through action, and it <i>must</i> be +done!</p> + +<p>"What a sweet little bouquet," she exclaimed, +arousing herself to her work. "A delicate spray +of jesamine, a few tiny rose-buds and geranium +leaves. Do you know that I never could have +done that? There is something so exquisite in +their arrangement. Somehow as a whole they +send an impressive appeal to the inner senses, my +'Lily Bell.' There must be such a bubbling +fountain of poesy in a soul like yours. Teach me,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +dear cousin, to be like you." And the pensive +speaker dropped upon the floor at the feet of Lillian, +where she most delighted to sit, and drooping +her head wearily upon her companion's knee.</p> + +<p>Both were silent. One heart had that morning +drawn back the rusty bolt on the door of its inner +chamber and rejoiced to find itself strong enough +to drive out at last, its long imprisoned secret of +gloom that had made it so wretched through the +revolving changes of many years, while the other +was even then busy with the fastenings of the secret +closet where the unsightly skeleton of her lost +love was to be hidden from the world, from herself. +Yet so doing might eat the bloom from her cheek +and the joy from her buoyant nature. Why did +she wish to be like Lillian? She had not asked +even her aching heart this question, but all unconsciously +to herself a response came up from the +hidden recesses of her soul where a fresh grave +had been dug by trembling hands and into it a dead +hope had been lowered and closely covered, while +the damp earth was trodden down hard about it, +and the low whisper said, "If like her, this poor +heart to-day would not be draped with its sombre +emblems of bereavement." To be as she was, to +possess the power to win. O the poor throbbing +hearts all over the world that must keep on through +the years with their wounds and pains, for in them +are many graves hidden away among the cypress +shades, where the passer-by can never spy them +out; but the eye of the eternal one sees them all, +and at every burial the tear of sympathy mingles +with the liquid drops of bereavement that must fall +on the stone at the mouth of the sepulcher which +by and by will be rolled away at His command.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></p> + +<p>Lillian aroused herself after a long silence.</p> + +<p>"You give me more praise, darling, than I deserve," +she said. "I am as incapable as yourself +in performing these little touches of the fine arts +which you see every day on my table. Black +Tezzie can alone teach you the mysteries of a skill +she so fortunately possesses. Do not look so incredulous, +or I shall be obliged to prove it to you," +she smiled.</p> + +<p>"I am not unbelieving, sweet Lily-Bell," she answered, +"but I confess that you have surprised +me. I should sooner have suspected either of the +other servants of such a gift as that ungainly +biped," Grace laughed, but Lillian remained silent.</p> + +<p>"This only proves that it is sometimes impossible +to read the soul from the outside, my pretty +cousin. I learned long ago that there was more +beauty and a brighter reflection of heavenly glory +shut up in that ebony casket, so unprepossessing +in its general make-up, than in half the more +graceful and elegant ones. But perhaps you are +among the number who believe that these dark +forms we see every day have no souls within +them?"</p> + +<p>"Why, Lily-Bell! what a suspicion. Still, how +am I supposed to have any knowledge regarding +the matter, seeing I have never dissected one of +them?"</p> + +<p>A gesture of impatience followed this remark, +but her companion did not appear to notice it, for +she continued:</p> + +<p>"I believe that old auntie has as pure and white +a soul as ever inhabited an earthly tenement. I +have laid my head on her bosom with a deeper +sense of rest than it was possible for me to obtain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +elsewhere. Her prayers that have gone up so continually +for 'de poor wee lamb' have imparted +more real comfort and hope to this tempest-tossed +soul of mine than any that could have ascended from +consecrated temples. No soul? What could I ever +have done without her in this life? And my anticipations +regarding the brighter one to follow are +stronger to-day because of her."</p> + +<p>Grace Stanley arose from her seat and walked to +the window, while her companion did not fail to +perceive that a cloud had risen and was spreading +itself over her features. Not wishing to press the +subject further, she remarked calmly:</p> + +<p>"Some of our company are leaving to-day, and +George St. Clair wished me to hand over to you his +adieus, as he departed in great haste, regretting +the fact that he was not able to meet you again."</p> + +<p>At the first sound of her voice Grace had returned +to her seat upon the carpet, and Lillian, +taking the sweet face between her little hands, +gazed tenderly into it, as she continued:</p> + +<p>"You will pardon me, darling cousin, I know, +but did you not hear our conversation in the rose +arbor, at the foot of the lower terrace, two hours +ago?"</p> + +<p>The dimples stole out of the cheeks the soft, +white hands of the interrogator was pressing so +lovingly, and the light joyousness in her bright, +sparkling eyes became dimmed, while a veil of +crimson spread itself over it all. The head bowed +low as it released itself from its imprisonment, and +tears that had long been struggling to be free came +now unrestrainedly.</p> + +<p>"I do not chide you, darling; I knew you were +not far away, for I had espied a portion of your<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +white dress fluttering through a crevice of the vine +outside of the trestle-work, and rejoiced that it +was so."</p> + +<p>"I would not have remained, Lillian, had not +my dress become so entangled that I could not +loosen it without revealing my presence. Believe +me, cousin, I was not a willing listener. You will +not doubt this?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly not; and, darling, let me assure you +that my heart is lighter for the circumstance, for +we are confidants now. I have had such a longing +to tell you all; but this one secret had become +habitual to me. The very thought of revealing it +filled me with a nervous horror. But it is over +now, and by and by I want to impart to your tender +sympathies half of the burden I have so long +carried. You do not know how unendurable its +weight has become. O Grace, it is dreadful to +be obliged to endure for years the pains of a +wounded heart. To feel its throbbings day after +day without the power to claim a panacea from another's +love."</p> + +<p>Grace started.</p> + +<p>"It must be true," she thought, "and am I to +thus endure?"</p> + +<p>Ah! little did she know how the first deep +wounds, that seemingly "will never heal," can be +soothed in some hearts, while in others no power +can assuage the pain. Grace Stanley could forget, +for the sunshine of her nature was salutary.</p> + +<p>At this juncture Tezzie appeared in the doorway, +and announced that "Missus wanted do young +ladies to dress fine for dinner, for Massa Charles +was coming back wid a strange gemman."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Very well, we will be ready in good time," replied +Lillian. "Now go and call Agnes to arrange +my hair."</p> + +<p>The dark, dumpy figure disappeared from sight, +and Lillian, bowing her head, kissed again the +pure white forehead of her companion.</p> + +<p>"To-morrow, dear, I want your little heart to +beat in sympathy with my own. Good by," and +Grace left the room.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="The_Inn_at_Kirkham" id="The_Inn_at_Kirkham"></a> +<img src="images/fig137.jpg" width="400" height="450" alt="The Inn at Kirkham" title="The Inn at Kirkham" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_MOTHERS_CURSE" id="THE_MOTHERS_CURSE"></a>THE MOTHER'S CURSE.</h3> + + +<p>"There, Agnes, you may go now. How do you +like my looks? Will I do to appear before the +the strange gentleman?"</p> + +<p>"Look, Miss Lily? Why you look like the +buful cloud I seed lyin' so soft and still in de sunshine, +honey. But I like the white dress more, for +den you look just like de angels, waiting for de +wings."</p> + +<p>"That will do. You have imagination sufficient +for a poet, Agnes, but you may go now."</p> + +<p>She smiled as she waved her hand towards the +door with a delicate movement, and she was alone. +Only a moment, however, for the faithful servant +had just disappeared when the door reopened and +Mrs. Belmont entered the apartment. She was still +graceful and queenly in her bearing, and her long +black dress swept the rich carpet with an imperious +air. Time had been very gentle with that +fair face, touching lightly her brow with his unwelcome +traces, neither quenching the fire in her +dark eyes nor dulling the lustre of her glossy hair. +Yet her regal head had a habit of drooping, as if +weary of its weight of thought, and her lips became +more and more compressed as their color +faded and lines of anxious care grew deeper as +the years rolled by.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I came to tell you that there was to be company +at dinner."</p> + +<p>"Not before? I understood Tezzie to say there +would be a stranger here at lunch."</p> + +<p>"It may be so; Charles is to bring home a college +friend, I believe."</p> + +<p>This would have been very unsatisfactory under +some circumstances, but Lillian was not curious. +As her mother entered the room she discovered +that strange, wild light in her eyes which she had +seen there many times before, and well knew that +beneath it a hidden fire was raging. Mrs. Belmont +had not once looked into the face of her +daughter, but had seated herself by the open window, +her elbow on the heavy frame-work, while her +head rested wearily upon her hand. A soft, warm +breeze came softly and caressed her with its perfumed +wings, fanning her heated brow, and whispering +all the time the sweetest words of purity +and peace through the interwoven branches of the +luxurious vine outside. In her heart, however, +were discordant notes to which she was listening, +having no ear for other sounds, were they ever so +melodious.</p> + +<p>"Lillian," she said, at last, "did you reject +George St. Clair this morning?"</p> + +<p>"I did, Mother."</p> + +<p>"You did?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I did."</p> + +<p>The daughter spoke quietly and calmly, but Mrs. +Belmont arose hurriedly from the chair and stood +before her.</p> + +<p>Lillian did not quail before the burning look +which was fixed upon her, but returned it with +a determined gaze, out of which pity and filial +affection beamed their gentle rays.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Child! child! this must not—cannot be! I +command you to recall him. It is not too late. He +loves you, and would, without doubt, overlook this +unparalleled freak of foolishness in which you have +been so unaccountably indulging. Recall him, +Lillian; your whole future happiness depends +upon it."</p> + +<p>"You are mistaken, Mother; I never could have +been happy had I accepted that true, noble heart, +and given in exchange my poor broken and divided +one, and certainly he never could have taken me +into his great love after knowing me as I am, +which he surely must have done, or I, at least, +would have been eternally wretched."</p> + +<p>"You did not tell him?" was the quick inquiry.</p> + +<p>"I told him that <i>I was a wife</i>. That my heart +was forever bound up in those matrimonial vows +still unsevered, and that I loved him as a brother, +and no more."</p> + +<p>"You are mad! a fool! You know not what +you do," and trembling with excitement she sank +back on the chair from which she had risen.</p> + +<p>Lillian did not speak or move, but tears came +welling up through the freshly opened wounds in +her poor heart, and filled her large pensive eyes +with their bitter moisture.</p> + +<p>Again the mother spoke.</p> + +<p>"I feel disposed, just now, to enlighten you a +little in regard to your future prospects if you persist +in this silly sentimental mood, which you seem +to think so becoming! I have striven hard to keep +it from you and your brother for many years, and +to surround you with every luxury your inherited +station really demanded. More than this, I have +planned, wrought, and guided with true maternal<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> +skill and instinct the fortunes of you both in such +a manner that you might, if you would, ever retain +your enviable position in the social world, for which +I have exerted myself to fit you."</p> + +<p>"I do not understand you, Mother. Be merciful +and enlighten me, as you offered to do."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I will; but you will not find much mercy +in it. Know, then, that we are not owners of this +beautiful estate. On the contrary, it was mortgaged +to the father of George St. Clair by your +own father some time before his death. Think, if +you can, of the long years of toil I have experienced +since that time, and ask if you are right in +pulling down about our heads the whole structure +of prosperity and affluence that I have been so long +in building."</p> + +<p>"I discern your intricate plans, my Mother, and +pity you."</p> + +<p>"Pity me? Do you then persist in your folly? +I have proven to you then that it is in your power +to avert this ruin! Mr. St. Clair told me not long +since that Rosedale would eventually belong to his +son, and he was happy to feel quite sure that my +daughter would share it with him. I cannot much +longer keep the Gorgon from devouring us! All +we can then call our own will be the negroes, and +these, without doubt, will depreciate much in value +if the anticipated war of the North really comes +upon us! Decide Lillian! Tell me that you will +accede to my wishes in recalling George St. Clair! +That northern mud-sill has, without doubt, long +before this returned to his native element. He is +dead to you—as wholly, truly so as though you +had never been guilty of so great an indiscretion!" +Lillian started to her feet.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Mother, one question! Did you not receive a +letter from my aunt in Philadelphia not many +months ago saying that my husband had risen +high in the estimation of the people and was true +to his early vows? Has that information ever +been contradicted? I read in the pallor of your +face that it has not! His heart beats as truly for +me to-day as it did sixteen years ago—and I am +<i>his wife</i>! He is the father of my sweet Lily-bud, +and this bond can never be severed! No, no! I +cannot, I <i>will not</i>, wed another!"</p> + +<p>"<i>The curse of the heart-broken then rest upon +you!</i>" She had moved away with rapid steps +while speaking, and although Lillian reached out +her hand imploringly the stately figure disappeared +through the open door. O the speechless agony +of the next hour! O the suffering in that lonely, +sad, luxurious chamber! All the misery of her +eventful life came rushing over her! Spectral +thoughts, that she had supposed were long since +banished forever, haunted her brain! How vivid +and real they now appeared in this new darkness. +Then the future! Where was the black hand of +destiny to lead her? Even now she could see it +reaching out its bony fingers from among the +mysteries that enveloped her hidden path! The +thick folds of an interminable gloom seemed to +have fallen about her, and everywhere she beheld +that "mother's curse" written in letters of fire! +A rap was heard on the door and she arose +mechanically and turned the key. Soon the sound +of a heavy tread was heard along the hall—then +down the winding staircase and lost in the distance. +It was Tezzie, and she was alone again! +By and by the echoes of music and laughter came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> +floating up through the open window and mingled +harshly with the dreariness which pervaded that +silent chamber! There was a merry group in the +spacious drawing-room before the dinner hour arrived. +Where was the wretched mother? Could +it be that those rigid features which disappointment, +consternation and rage had blanched with +their inhuman concoctions was covered with a +mask of conviviality and pleasure? Lillian wept! +It was well that tears came at last or the poor +brain would have become parched with the fever of +its wild despair! The sunshine at last departed +from the window and night let down its black, +silken curtains around a weary tumultuous world. +O, how many hearts sink helplessly beneath their +weight of woe, crushing under it the joy from the +outside world with its wealth of pomp and gaiety! +Yet there are those who, when the day departs, throw +aside the sackcloth with which they hide their +misery and come with all their sorrows to the feet +of Him whose smiles alone have the power to dispel +their gloom. Lillian did not know how to +pray! In all her years of perplexity and doubt +she had not reached out her hand to the only one +who could have led her safely out of it all. Now +her heart called for something it had not yet +divined, but the perplexed soul was wistfully gazing +upward through the thick clouds that drooped +so closely about her, and a feeble wail issued from +beneath the sombre darkness. Another low tap +was heard on the door which again aroused her. +There had been many during the hours of her +self-imprisonment, but she had not heeded them. +However, a low, sweet voice penetrated her solitude +and fell with soothing cadence upon her ear.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It's Auntie, honey—open the door, poor lamb;" +and Lillian's quick step revealed the willingness +with which she complied. The faithful old slave +came in and the door was relocked.</p> + +<p>"What fo' you killin' yo'self here all alone, +honey? I know'd dar was trouble all day and I +just been askin' de good Lord to take care of you; +but I did want to come and see if he'd done it—poo' +lamb!" Aunt Vina had drawn her chair +close to the side of Lillian, and the weary head +with its heavy weight of sorrow had fallen upon +the shoulder of her faithful friend. "Dar—bress +you honey—cry all yo' trouble out. Dat's de way +de bressed Lord helps us to get rid on 'em. By +an' by sweet lamb He'll wipe 'em all away; den +ye'll hab no mo' sorrow, honey, bress de Lord!"</p> + +<p>"But I have now more than I can bear! You +don't know what a terrible load I am being crushed +beneath!"</p> + +<p>"I know a good deal, chile. Missus told me to-day +dat you wouldn't marry Massa St. Clair, and +she 'spects you was pinin' at somethin' she said! +I axed her if I might come and see you and she +didn't care, but wanted I should make you ''bey +yo' mudder'; now de Lord knows better dan she +do."</p> + +<p>"Did she tell you that she cursed me? O—Auntie! +I could bear all the rest, even the miserable +future she has pictured to me; but it is dreadful +to carry through life the terrible burden of a +mother's curse."</p> + +<p>"Neber you min', honey; de Lord'll pay no +'tention to such cussin', an' it won't hurt ye a bit, +if ye don't keep thinkin' on it. Why can't ye tell +Him all about it, poor chile, den t'row it all away?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> +He'll take good care ob it, sure, and it won't hurt +you."</p> + +<p>"Do you believe, Aunt Vina, that God cares +anything about me? Would He listen if I should +ask Him to take my cause into His hands?"</p> + +<p>"Sartin He would, honey. He lubs you ten times +mo' dan old auntie, and wouldn't she take ebery +bit ob it if she could?"</p> + +<p>The rough hand of the slave woman touched +with soft caress the tear-stained cheek that was +resting so near her own, and the cheering words +fell into her aching heart with a soothing influence.</p> + +<p>"Pray for me, Auntie, and I will try to do as you +have bidden. The road is very dark and gloomy +where my faltering feet are standing, but it may +be as you say, that God will drive it all away."</p> + +<p>"O bress de Lord, bress de Lord! Auntie knows +ye'll fin' it. Never mind nothin', go tell Him +eberythin', and see how de dark will all go 'way. +Dar, honey; old Vina'll go and get ye a good cup +o' tea, and bring in de lamp and make it more +cheery like. De good Lord'll take care ob de +lamb!"</p> + +<p>"Where is Grace?" was the plaintive query.</p> + +<p>"O Miss Grace, she's 'most crazy 'bout you. I +seed her alone in de little arbor cryin' dreadful +awhile ago; but den she puts 'em 'way quick, and +her pretty face looks all happy agin. She was +singin' at de pianner when I come up."</p> + +<p>"Tell her, Auntie, not to come to me until to-morrow. +I wish to be left alone to-night. You may +bring me a cup of tea, then tell Agnes that I shall +not want her," was the pleading wail of the sorrowing +heart as the slave woman disappeared on +her errand of love and tenderness.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p> + +<p>Fold thy wings lovingly over the bowed form of +the humble suppliant, O angel of pity, for the +Father hears the cry of his suffering children; not +one ever pleaded in vain, and Lillian prayed!</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 278px;"><a name="Park_Scene" id="Park_Scene"></a> +<img src="images/fig146.jpg" width="278" height="500" alt="Park Scene" title="Park Scene" /> +</div> + +<hr /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;"><a name="Give_me_that_paper" id="Give_me_that_paper"></a> +<img src="images/fig149.jpg" width="410" height="600" alt=""Give me that paper." (See page 153)." title=""Give me that paper." (See page 153)." /> +<span class="caption">"<span class="smcap">Give me that paper.</span>" (See page 153).</span> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_MYSTERIOUS_LETTER" id="THE_MYSTERIOUS_LETTER"></a>THE MYSTERIOUS LETTER.</h3> + + +<p>It was not until late the next day that Lillian +granted the oft repeated request of her cousin to +be allowed to come to her, and not a moment was +lost ere the two friends were together.</p> + +<p>"It was cruel in you, my sweet Lillian, to banish +me so long, but how ill you look," and Grace Stanley +clasped her arms about the dear form and +kissed the pale cheek tenderly.</p> + +<p>"You are mistaken, pretty cousin, in my general +appearance, for I have not been so well in a long +time. In fact, your 'poor despondent cousin' is +almost happy to-day."</p> + +<p>Lillian was looking into the face of her companion +while her pure liquid eyes were overflowing +with the new-found joy that was filling her heart.</p> + +<p>"I have been troubled, Grace. Yesterday a +heavy wave rolled over me, that came near burying +your 'Lily Bell' beneath it. But it has passed +on, and I was left out of the tempest, and a hand +reached out to hold me as I was going down beneath +the roaring billows. At any rate I am standing +firm to-day, and have no fears of winds or +storms. Somehow I feel secure in the belief that +I shall be shielded and brought through it all," +and the fair head drooped for awhile on her hand, +and the joyful tears came and baptised afresh her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> +trembling new-born hope. Grace had no word of +trust to lay on the altar of consecration, and could +only sit at the feet of her who was casting her all +upon it, and be silent.</p> + +<p>"Forgive me cousin, my heart and thoughts +have been straying. I wanted to talk with you +that I might, if possible, break the last cord that +binds me so tenaciously to the dark scenes of the +past that I would bury forever."</p> + +<p>"Are you able, Lillian, to bear the agitation +such a conversation would subject you to?" interposed +Grace, with much feeling. "It would make +me very happy to know you had opened wide the +door of your poor heart and taken me into its +sacred places, yet I would not give you the slightest +needless pain."</p> + +<p>"Thoughtful as ever, darling; but I feel quite +sufficient for the task. Yesterday you heard me +tell George St. Clair of my marriage, and how my +mother came to the city and influenced me to go +with her. No doubt you think it strange, as he +did, that no greater effort has been made by my +husband to reclaim his lost bride. I could not tell +him all, the old habitual fear made me silent. I +am free to-day, and my confidence is unfettered. +No power could have kept him but the one this +guilty hand set up between us."</p> + +<p>"You, Lillian?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Grace, I did it. Not willingly, not quite +consciously, yet I did it."</p> + +<p>Grace looked puzzled, and her bright eyes were +fixed intently on the sweet face she so loved, then +she said, "Go on."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It was the night before our departure from +Philadelphia when, seeing the postman coming +down the street, I ran out to meet him, for something +seemed to tell me he had a letter that would +gladden my poor heart. I was not mistaken. It +was from Pearl, and O what a wealth of love it contained. +He would be at home in a week. The business +that had called him away was almost finished. +'Then, dearest,' he added, 'no king was ever +more ecstatic over his crown than I shall be with +my own pure Lily.'"</p> + +<p>"'Pure!' How that word thrust itself home to +my poor quivering heart. I had run with the precious +missive to my room, and there, as the evening +shades settled down about me, I raved in my agony +with the madness of delirium. <i>I would not leave +him!</i> Alone that night I would fly into the darkness +leaving behind me forever those who would +tear me from him. By and by my mother came in +with her soft, soothing tones, she pitied and +caressed me. It was not at all strange, she said, +that I, a child, should struggle in the arms of wisdom. +I was weak now, but by-and-by I could walk +alone, then would come her reward. She was laboring +for my good only, and when I could look at +it I calmly would bless her for it. We would go +to England, where my father's relatives were living, +and she would cause pleasure to fall around +me as bountiful as summer rain. After a few years +of travel and study, if I then should find my heart +still clinging to its 'imaginary' love, I should return +to the object of my tried devotion. O how +gradually but surely did my silly heart yield to +this sophistry! In a few hours I was her submissive +tool. The fascination of a European tour, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +pictures of Parisian frivolities, and the glitter of +pomp and fashion in the society into which I might +plunge and come forth sparkling with its polished +gems for all future adorning, captured my bewildered +senses and stilled my whirling brain. In the +morning we were to start on our journey, would I +like to leave a few words for him who would probably +for a while grieve at my absence and mourn +over his disappointment? It would not, however, +last long, such troubles never do with these of his +sex, she said, and I should not certainly make myself +uncomfortable about it. Nothing could be +more to my wishes, and then I was told that she +had written a short letter which I had better copy, +as my head was not clear enough to think intelligently. +It would help him to forget his disappointment +and make him happy, just as I wished +him to be. O <i>that letter!</i> I can only give you its +purport; that I can never forget. It told him that +terrible falsehood that I went from him willingly +believing it not only to be my duty, but better +for us both. Then it went on to say that I had +come to the conclusion since his absence, that my +affections were fleeting with my childhood; but if +in after years I found that I was mistaken I would +frankly write and tell him so; until then I wished +he would not try to see or hear from me. Georgia +would not be a pleasant place for a northern 'abolitionist' +like himself to visit, and should he presume +upon so rash an act, I had no doubt my +mother would not fail to incense the people against +him, and pleaded that for my sake he would not +attempt it. He might have suspected the origin +of that infamous epistle, had not a cunning brain +devised and executed it. O Grace, dear Grace!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +how can you hold that perjured hand so closely in +your own?"</p> + +<p>"It is pure and white my Lily Bell; no sin-stain +mars its beauty. Heart and hand are free +from such implications. But you told him also +that you were going to Europe?"</p> + +<p>"O, yes, and that it would be uncertain when +we should return. We went as anticipated the next +morning, taking with us one hired servant. This +seemed strange to me at that time, as I supposed +we were to return to our southern home immediately +and would need no one if this be so. I +soon found, however, our route lay in a different +direction. I cannot tell where we spent the summer +months, but it was in a small cottage in a +wild, dreary place not so far from human habitation +but that Margeret could go twice a week in a +few hours to procure the necessities on which we +subsisted. The first of October we left this retreat +where I had spent so many wretched hours under +the surveillance of my mother, and after two days +of tiresome travel by private carriage and cars we +arrived at the seashore. There we took possession +of a summer residence on a high cliff that overlooked +the water, which showed signs of not having +been long vacated. Here in less than three +weeks I became a mother! Can I tell you about +it? O the terrible suspicions that arise in my +poor brain as I remember that scene! Only once +did I look on my sweet lily bud! I cannot make +you understand the rapture of that moment! It +was <i>mine</i>—it was <i>his</i>! How I longed that he +should see our beautiful flower; and then I said +'her name shall be Lily-Pearl, and that shall be +the inseparable tie between us.' I was very ill<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> +for a long time they told me, and when my fluttering +life came back with its full powers I was +informed that my beautiful bud had withered and +died and lay sleeping in the elegant robe my +hands had taken such pleasure in forming. +Grace—God forgive me if I impute wrong to the +innocent; but here in the presence of Him into +whose hands I have committed my cause I assert +my belief that the terrible blow that came near +severing the brittle, trembling thread of life was a +base fabrication and that my child is not dead!"</p> + +<p>"Lillian! Lillian! I know it is a dreadful accusation, +but listen! You know I was in London +five years and then my mother came for me. In +one year more we returned home. Not many +weeks after my arrival I was passing through the +east hall when little Tommy came running to me +with a folded paper in his hand. He said he had +picked it up from the floor and I took it. It +proved to be a letter written to my mother without +date or signature. It was hardly legible, for it +was evident that the hand by which it was written +was unused to the pen. The writer, however, +complained of neglect and said the bargain made +in regard to the child had not been complied with; +that she was worthless to them, and if the three +hundred dollars did not come soon my mother +must find another place for her. <i>What child can</i> +my mother possibly have any interest in? Something +further was said about her being six years +old which I could not make out. A terrible conviction +took possession of me! <i>This was my child! +My Lily!</i> And who knows but ere this she has +been sent out into the world in default of this paltry +three hundred! Goaded by my suspicions I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> +rushed into the presence of my mother with that +mysterious paper burning in my hand! 'What +is this? <i>What</i> does it mean? <i>What</i> child is the +heartless wretch talking about?' I almost gasped +so ungovernably did my brain reel beneath the +weight of this fearful apprehension. Never shall +I forget the look that greeted me! She was standing +before the mirror in her dressing-room as I +entered, but turned quickly as my tremulous +voice fell upon her ear. Her face was as pale and +livid as the marble statuette near which she was +standing, while her eyes flashed with the inward +fire she vainly endeavored to conceal. '<i>Give me +that paper!</i>' she demanded with extended hand; +'how did you come by it?' 'Tell me first!' I exclaimed; +'<i>who is the child</i> spoken of in it? I +<i>must</i>—I <i>will</i> know!' She stared wildly at me, +while a ghastly smile spread itself over her pallid +features and suddenly her voice sank to a low +musical cadence peculiar to herself as you well +know, Grace, and somehow it has never failed to +bring my most stubborn will in meek subjection +to her feet. 'Lillian, my child,' she said; '<i>why</i> +are you so much agitated? Compose yourself; +such fits of anger is not at all becoming! The +story of the child in whom you seem so much interested +is a very short one. I should have confided +it to you long ago, if by so doing I would not +have been obliged to reveal a secret which I could +not have told with honor. I will now, however, +satisfy your curiosity in a measure. You know +that I have both relatives and friends in Savannah, +one of these had a daughter who a few years ago +became a mother of an illegitimate child; of course +the mortification must be hidden if possible from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +the world, and much against my will I became an +accomplice in the affair. This is the one alluded +to in that document you hold so tenaciously in +your hand. Now give it to me and forget the subject +altogether.' She reached for it, and with her +eyes gazing steadily into mine took it from me +and walked with a firm tread through an opposite +door, leaving me standing alone conquered but not +convinced. Do not think harshly of me, dear +Grace, I know my mother is your beloved aunt, +and for this reason I confide in you. I would not +let my suspicions loose upon the world, but something +has whispered to me many times since that +day that Lily did not die in her infancy, and can +you imagine my agony when I realize that now +she may be homeless and friendless, or what is +equally dreadful to me surrounded perhaps with +evil associations growing up into womanhood unlovely +and unloved?" The head of the agitated +Lillian sank down on the shoulder of her companion, +and clasped in each other's arms the two +mingled their tears of sorrow and sympathy. +During all this time Lillian had spoken kindly of +the cause of all this treachery and guilt! She +was dealing with the great sad past—unclasping +it link by link from her present and future as one +throws off accumulated burdens when preparing +for laborious action. She had secretly before this +laid them all at the feet of Him who had said, +"cast thy burdens on the Lord and he will sustain +thee." His promises she felt were true and +she expected to be assisted over the road that +seemed stretching itself among the thick shadows +farther than her faith could penetrate.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p> + +<p>A few hours before this conversation when alone +with her blessed Saviour she had said with quivering +lips and wildly throbbing heart: "Forgive +the poor wailing cry, for I cannot hush its sobbings! +Rachel wept for her children and would +not be comforted—my child is not—not dead, or +the mother love would cease its calling," and then +she prayed: "Thou who noticest the fall of a little +sparrow watch over and protect my Lily! Shield +her—lead her in a path where I may find her."</p> + +<p>Did the Father hear?</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/fig158.jpg" width="200" height="216" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV.</h2> + +<h3><a name="SCENES_ON_THE_PLANTATION" id="SCENES_ON_THE_PLANTATION"></a>SCENES ON THE PLANTATION.</h3> + + +<p>Autumn came at last. The heart of the great +Republic throbbed with unsteady pulsation, and, +every nerve in the body politic thrilled with excitement +as the looked-for crisis drew near. There +were faint whisperings in each breeze, so low at +first that every ear was strained to the uttermost +tension to catch the vibrating strains, but soon +they became louder and louder until the foundations +of peace and prosperity were shaken to their +very center. "War, war!" It was talked of everywhere. +In the salon, in the dining hall, not even +were the parlor and boudoir exempt from the unwelcome +sounds. The politicians discussed it over +their wine, and unfledged aspirants for fame probed +the bare possibilities in secret conclaves. Ebony +forms crowded beneath windows and balconies with +eyes and lips protruded, eager to catch the mysterious +meaning of the universal subject, "war!" +Aristocracy in the brilliant halls of pleasure and +revelry saw the strange hand appear and the finger +writing upon the wall. How flushed cheeks +paled, and rosy lips changed to ashy hue, and how +knees smote together with fear. "War! war!" A +cloud, dark and murky, rolled up from the horizon +full of terrible mutterings, and loaded with death +and devastation, moving steadily onward, until the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> +broad clear sky was covered, and the rays that had +so long fallen upon a prosperous people were shut +out, and shadows deep and portentous drooped +their heavy folds about the agitated nation. Mothers +all over the land gazed through blinding tears +upon their noble sons, who stood with elevated +brows around the home fires. Wives thrust back +their true devotion into the secret chambers of agonized +hearts, and pressed more closely the pallid +lips, and remained silent.</p> + +<p>Perhaps there was not another in the whole land +who was more bitter towards those who had caused +these preparations of calamity than was Mrs. Belmont. +True, she had her own ideas who these +were, as well as all others throughout both sections +of the Republic. Having been for so many years +upheld in her present position of luxury and ease +by sable hands, it was no very agreeable prospect, +surely, to discover a mere possibility that they +might at some future time be giving way beneath +her.</p> + +<p>The lady of Rosedale with her son and daughter +had been in the habit of spending several weeks +during the winter in Savannah, but now her arrangements +for the season were materially changed, +Lillian having gone to New Orleans with her +cousin Grace for an unlimited time, the mother and +son would go immediately without her.</p> + +<p>The cloud had never disappeared from the family +horizon since that eventful day when George +St. Clair left Rosedale a rejected lover. The +daughter would not recall him with a promise of +her love or her hand, and consequently the shadow +of her mother's anger hung over her, dark and +gloomy. There were no filial tears shed at parting,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> +nor were there words of regret, or even one +sweet, maternal kiss. How sad, how very sad, +that such things must be. Can human love die? +That healthful seed which God planted so tenderly +in every heart to make life endurable as well as +beautiful with its buds and blossoms—can all this +ever be rooted up? True, its flowers may wither, +its bright green leaves may fade and fall, its tender +stalks even be broken, but the roots, the deeply +imbedded roots—<i>they</i> can never, never die. Smother +them with cruelties and wrongs, if you will, bury +them beneath the accumulated rubbish of selfishness +and misconduct, there will come a time when +the warm sunshine of tender memories and the soft +dews of genial affections, which the hand of divinity +shall scatter over it, will bring forth fresh shoots +from the hidden life of the heart's immortal love.</p> + +<p>No, it cannot die; or why did Mrs. Belmont +hurry into her private apartment, as soon as the +sound of the rolling wheels that were bearing her +daughter from her was lost in the distance, to give +vent there to pent up tears? It might have been +remorse, it is true, for the last look on that pale +face, as Lillian waved her adieus from the carriage +window, would not leave her. There were tears +also on Aunt Vina's cheeks, although she endeavored +to hide them, amid her merry laughter, as she +took off her well-worn shoe to throw after her departing +darling. But Lillian felt that there was +more good luck in her parting words and benediction +than in this. "De good Lord bress ye, honey, +and bring ye back to poo' old Vina!"</p> + +<p>"Pray for me, Auntie, while I am gone," was the +feeble response from the sore and aching heart.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Dat I will ebery day, sartin! And don't ye +mind nothin'! Just ye be happy; dat's all!"</p> + +<p>But there came an hour when the warm sunshine +gathered up its little gems of joy from out +the poor twisted life of the humble slave, and left +the heart bleeding beneath the gloomy shadows +where it had been stricken. No one knew how it +came about—but one bright morning when the +orange groves were full of birds, who had arrived +from their northern homes before the wintry blasts +had reached them, little Shady was found in the +store-house lying beneath a huge bale of cotton +quite dead! The overseer "had seen him frolicking +like a kitten among them and told him not to +climb to the top one, as he seemed inclined to do;" +and that was all that could be revealed of the sad +story! It was night now to old Vina! Nowhere +in her desolate heart could she find the sweet balm +she had so often poured into the wounds of other's +griefs. Above her shone no star with silvery ray +to light up the dark despair! Grief has many +fangs, all sharp and poisonous and hard to be +borne as they pierce through the sensitive nerves +of the human heart; but some strike deeper than +others, letting out the very life of the soul and +flooding the secret chambers with the malaria of +woe! Aunt Vina felt all this when at last the little +form she had so loved and cherished was laid +away in its cheerless bed among the buttonwood +trees, where her hand could reach him no more +with its cheery good-night. What was there now +to keep her tired feet from faltering by the way, +or her heart from sinking under its weight of life's +sorrows? When the last sod was laid tenderly on +the little grave, and "Parson Tom" had said in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> +his most solemn tones "de Lord gabe and de Lord +hab taken away; and bressed be de name ob de +Lord," she turned away from it all with no responsive +"bress de Lord" bubbling up through +the torn fissures of her bleeding heart, and sought +her accustomed place by the kitchen grate. Without +a tear or moan she sank down upon a chair, +her head drooping low upon her broad chest, +sitting there as motionless and still as though the +lamp of her existence had also been blown out. In +vain did dark forms gather about her with their +tears of sympathy and words of condolence and +love! She heeded them not! The soft, warm +beams of the noonday sun came in through the +door and gathered themselves about her bowed +form, but she moved not. When the shadows of +night crept in she arose and stole away into the +thick darkness of her chamber to pray alone! No +eye but His who wept tears of sympathy at the +tomb of Lazarus witnessed the agony that night of +the poor heart-broken slave. No ear but His who +will wipe away all tears listened to the moans and +prayers that were borne upward on the wings of +departing night from that humble chamber! God +heard them, however, and a register was made in +that book which is to be opened on that great day +of accounts when one more spotless robe of white +was ready for her who had "come up through +much tribulation!"</p> + +<p>The next morning, earlier than usual, Aunt +Vina appeared in her accustomed place. Her +cheeks were hollow and her eyes sunken, yet she +moved about with steady step gathering up every +trace of her lost darling, burning the few scattered +blocks he had brought in that sad day he went out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> +to come in no more, throwing far back into the +dark closet the tattered hat and much-used whip, +as if by so doing she could hide the sorrow that +was eating away her life. And thus she labored +on.</p> + +<p>The house was indeed empty now! "Pete" +had gone with his young master, and Emily, the +particular favorite of her mistress, was with her in +Savannah, and poor Aunt Vina turned her heart's +longings towards the absent Lillian. "If she was +only here," she would say over and over again; +"de wee lamb! De Lord knows how to pity dem +dat lub Him!"</p> + +<p>"And don't you lub Him, Vina?" asked the +kind old preacher, who strove in his feeble way to +comfort the bereaved one.</p> + +<p>"Yes—yes—brudder Tom; but somehow dese +old eyes can't see out straight. He was all that +was left; it seems as how I might hab dat one little +head to lie on dis lone bosom! It won't be long +'fore I shall be 'tro wid it all—and it wouldn't 'a' +hurt nothin' if he been lef till I went home!" +Tears mingled with her sobs as she bewailed her +loneliness.</p> + +<p>"De Lord say 'come unto me when tired and +can't find nowhere for de sole ob de foot, and He +will gib you rest;" and the good man laid his +ebony hand on the bowed head as he spoke.</p> + +<p>"Don't I know it, brudder Tom? He's all right; +but it's hard to bress de Lord when He makes it +so dark; maybe by and by old Vina can look up! +If Miss Lillian was here <i>she</i> would tell me how."</p> + +<p>How many have thus bent beneath the rod as +they hid the light of faith from them, "refusing +to be comforted" when the pitying Father was so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> +ready to bind up the heart His careful love had +wounded? "Before I was stricken I went astray" +is the testimony of many a happy soul. The +clouds are about us but the sun shines above them +all.</p> + +<p>Lillian was gone and Rosedale somehow seemed +deserted and dreary. Perhaps it was because the +flowers were all withered and nature seemed going +to sleep; at any rate Mrs. Belmont and her son +concluded to go to the city immediately, even +should one or both of them be obliged to return to +the plantation during Christmas week.</p> + +<p>"The servants always expect their holiday gifts, +and it would be too bad to disappoint them," so the +mistress said, "but it is insufferable here!" Besides, +Ellen St. Clair was to give a birthday entertainment +in two or three weeks, and as everybody +hinted the betrothal of the fair heiress with +Charles Belmont it really did seem a necessity +that he at least should be there. The mother of +the young gentleman also was exceedingly desirous +of satisfying herself upon this one point, +not feeling quite as sure as the veracious "Mrs. +Grundy." The reason being, no doubt, that the +said son, who had inherited from the maternal +side an abundance of the very commendable element +of secretiveness, did not seem at all disposed +to satisfy any one in regard to the matter as <i>he</i> +understood it. Neither was the mother quite sure +that he would from any cause be persuaded to +sacrifice any of his self-will for her accommodation, +for he was fully aware that her heart was +unswervingly set on this union. Thus she was +kept in ignorance which she was determined +should, if possible, be dispelled. All these things<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> +were taken into consideration by the intriguing +mother—and the son, not at all averse to the arrangements, +the next week found Aunt Vina sole +mistress of the great house at Rosedale.</p> + +<p>Little Shady was in high spirits. Every day +the hall door was thrown wide open for the free +circulation of fresh air, then such a scrambling up +the broad stairs on all fours and such rapid rides +down the heavy balustrades! "Bress de chile! +Can't see no hurt no how! Missus say she lick +him, but she don't see him!" and the good old +grandmother turned her own head that her eyes +might not be at fault in the matter. The love for +this child was all the earth-spot the withered old +heart contained. All of her children, not excepting +her last, the mother of little Shady, had been +taken from her, some by death, others by the +greedy hands that snapped the tenderest cords of +the human hearts that its own mercenary ends +might be reached. "But it's a mercy dat I'se got +dis one," she would often repeat to herself as if +not quite sure of her resignation in the matter. +Certain it was that the merry gambols of the +frolicsome boy as her loving eyes followed him +through the day, and the joy of feeling his plump +arms around her neck at night, shut out in a great +measure the dark agonizing past from her view.</p> + +<p>Outside of the elegant appointments of the +home and its surroundings all was left as usual in +the hands of the overseer, who was expected to +administer kindness and justice with wisdom, if +not with discretion; but as Pete had often said in +the quiet of Aunt Vina's kitchen fire, "Massa +Firey and old Tige look jist like 's do' day was +brudders," and as to disposition and characters it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> +could not be disputed that they were similar. +Still, at the "quarters" he was not only feared but +regarded with a kind of respect and awe. Three +weeks passed away and little had been thought of +the dark cloud spreading itself over the nation, for +"Massa Firey" said nothing to those under his +care, if indeed he knew what was really going on in +the outside world.</p> + +<p>There was plenty of work in the cotton-fields, +for Mrs. Belmont had said before her departure +that Charles would want some money and the +product of the plantation must be put into the +market as soon as it was open. Shady was in high +glee, snapping his whip at some imaginary intruder +about the extensive grounds or rolling his +hoop, when the sweet voice of the child would +steal in through the open windows and doors into +Aunt Vina's kitchen, awaking the worn-out melodies +of her own heart which would come forth in +answering chorus. A little curly head was often +thrust in through some aperture near, when the +song would suddenly change as the dark eyes +sparkled with mock terror at the words caught +from the sabbath services,</p> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p>"Git away you Satan, fo' de Lo'd is on the way,"</p></div> + +<p>and the rotund figure of the old grandmother would +shake with suppressed merriment.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/fig168.jpg" width="200" height="148" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_BIRTHDAY_ENTERTAINMENT" id="THE_BIRTHDAY_ENTERTAINMENT"></a>THE BIRTHDAY ENTERTAINMENT.</h3> + + +<p>During the night, when poor Aunt Vina was bemoaning +her loss, very different scenes were being +enacted at the residence of the St. Clair's, in which +Mrs. Belmont was happily participating. It was +the birthday of Ellen St. Clair, the youngest and +pet of the family, who had but a few weeks previously +returned from New York, where she had +been for three years at school; and this, her twentieth +birthday, was to be the occasion of unlimited +enjoyment. The grounds as well as the mansion +were brilliantly illuminated, and the spacious apartments +crowded with wealth and beauty. Nothing +was left undone that could add grandeur to the +fete or pleasure to the loved one for whom all this +magnificence and display were brought out.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Belmont was a very particular friend and +distant relative of the family, and therefore had +gone over at an early hour that her suggestions and +experiences might not be wanting. She was immediately +shown to the private dressing-room of Mrs. +St. Clair, who was patiently suffering under the +skillful hands of her French dressing-maid.</p> + +<p>"I am exceedingly glad that you came so early. +Pauline, ring the bell for a servant. You see the +house is to be crowded before dinner with friends +and relatives from New Orleans and Atlanta, and +it is as much as I can endure to be dressed three<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +times in one day. O you need not laugh at my +indolence, as you usually do."</p> + +<p>No one laughed, however, but the lady herself.</p> + +<p>"Why, Pauline, you make me look like a fright," +she exclaimed, catching a glimpse of herself in the +mirror before which she was sitting. "Can you +not bring those puffs back a little?"</p> + +<p>"<i>C'est a la mode, chere Madame</i>," replied the +maid, smiling.</p> + +<p>"You mean to say by that, I suppose, that it is +the latest style, and I must submit."</p> + +<p>"<i>Oui, madame</i>."</p> + +<p>"Very well, proceed then with the inevitable," +and settling herself down quietly she went on chatting +with her visitor.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Mason, a widowed daughter, who had returned +the year before to her childhood's home with +her three little children, came in for a moment, +then retreated as silently as she entered.</p> + +<p>"Poor Bertha," exclaimed Mrs. Belmont, with +much feeling, "what a look of suffering she wears +upon her face. She seems to bemoan her loss now +as deeply as when first bereaved. How I pity +her!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, the dear child, she misses her husband +much; but I tell her it is far better to rejoice over +the living than to mourn over the dead. Every +widowed mother has not three such beautiful and +interesting children as she. This, in time will, I +have no doubt, take away the acuteness of her sorrow, +but we must wait for the work to be accomplished."</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>Was Mrs. Belmont thinking of the time when, +years ago, beautiful children nestled into the inner<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> +chamber of <i>her</i> soul, which had been desolated by +the hand of death? Or did her memory go no +farther back than the last parting scene with her +only daughter? There were many dark pictures +that might have been brought up, but the volubility +of Mrs. St. Clair drove them from her sight. +She continued:</p> + +<p>"I dare say I shall shock your sensibilities very +much, but Ellen has declared her intention of bringing +the governess out to-night as one of her honored +guests." And the lady laughed heartily as she +looked into the face of her visitor.</p> + +<p>"But <i>you</i> are not going to permit it, certainly. +The affair would be decidedly absurd. You ought +most positively to interfere."</p> + +<p>"But you know, my dear, that I was never emphatic +about anything. I have not the needed +strength for a battle. And then, on this occasion, +I am left perfectly powerless, as her father declares +that for this once she shall have her own way in +everything, just as if she did not always have it;" +added Mrs. St. Clair with much merriment.</p> + +<p>"But does she not know that she may offend +many of her dear friends by such folly?" interposed +the lady of Rosedale.</p> + +<p>"I imagine she cares but little as to that; she is +so much like her father—and mother, too, it may +be;" and the thick folds of her rich brocade rustled +with the contagion of her mirth. "The fact +is, cousin, she is such a fine musician that I have no +doubt you will be charmed with her yourself. To +be sure she holds a menial position in our home, +but I cannot help admiring and loving her too. +There is something so mild and unassuming about<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> +her. I often tell Ellen that I wish she would imitate +her manners."</p> + +<p>"No doubt she is well enough in her place; but +the drawing-room, which is to be filled with the +elegant and affluent who are to come from aristocratic +homes, bringing with them refinement and +culture, must overshadow her. She ought certainly +to have sufficient sense to understand this, and refuse +such publicity. Why not as hostess appeal +to her yourself? If she is as amiable as you have +represented, she would not act in a way contrary +to your wishes."</p> + +<p>All this was spoken hurriedly and with much +feeling.</p> + +<p>"I presume she would; but the trouble is that +I <i>have</i> no objections. Under these circumstances +you will discover that I would make a poor deputy +to do the business;" and the merry peals startled +the demure maid who was putting the finishing +touches to her lady's toilet. Then turning to the +mirror she continued, without giving her visitor +time to reply:</p> + +<p>"There—how do I look? Not much like Venus, +as I can readily perceive. Is not that trail too +long? and these hoops too large? But it will have +to do, I suppose. Now I will go and see what the +girls are doing, while Pauline's skillful fingers put +you in order. I had your dressing case brought +here so as to be ready;" and the good lady bustled +out of the room, leaving her cousin in no very amiable +mood.</p> + +<p>At an early hour the sound of mirth and gayety +was heard everywhere in the elegant home +of the St. Clair's. The drawing-rooms were filled +with gay, flitting forms which kept humming and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> +buzzing like a swarm of busy bees, mingling and +changing their bright colors until with kaleidoscopic +distinctness the last brooch was fastened +and each delicate toilet had received its finishing +touch from skillful hands, and on the broad stairway +the tripping of feet and the rustling of silks +mingled with joyous laughter as the chorus of +many voices were heard coming up from the hall +below. It was a brilliant sight! So many happy +faces gleaming with the excitement of the hour as +they gathered together in little circling eddies in +the drawing-rooms, radiant with gems which +flashed and sparkled in the full glare of the overhanging +gas-lights that glowed in subdued brilliancy +upon them.</p> + +<p>"How very strange!" was heard from many a +rosy lip that night as familiar friends met in sly +nooks where confidential words could be interchanged. +It was true that Ellen St. Clair had +never appeared at such an entertainment so plainly +dressed; what could it mean? A rumor had been +floating about purporting to have originated with +her sister Bertha "that it was to please some one," +but who was the honored one? Then there came +the response. "A governess who had declared +her dislike to appear in so large a company because +of her unfitting toilet!" But why this should +so strangely influence the "pretty heiress" was +still a mystery. "And where was the governess?" +No one was more eager to be satisfied on this point +than was Mrs. Belmont; and no one was more +anxious to hide that desire which so fretted her.</p> + +<p>"I never saw Miss Ellen look prettier or fresher +than she does to-night," remarked a gentleman to +the captivating young Mrs. Mason. "That spotless<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> +dress of white becomes her airy figure and combines +with her purity of look and manner. Her +appearance is truly ethereal—and that one diamond +star at the throat reminds me of something in the +good book my mother used to read! In fact I like +it." A toss of the regal head beside him was the +only answer. "I am sorry, however, that her motive +for throwing aside her little feminine adornings +is so much beneath her," continued the young man +with some volubility. "But where is the governess? +I beg pardon!" and the head of the speaker +bowed low with mock seriousness.</p> + +<p>"I do not know, sir; I have not troubled myself +about her!" was the haughty reply. "Exquisite! +Pray tell me who is that at the piano? A wonderful +voice! So sweet and flexible!" exclaimed +a lady near where the two were standing. "Listen! +I wish I could get a peep at her!"</p> + +<p>"I do not know," interrupted Mrs. Belmont +who had been addressed. "I will inquire," and +she pressed her way through the crowd and was +lost from sight by the enraptured listeners. The +melodious voice soared aloft in little rippling +eddies to die away in the distance, then fell like +liquid drops of silvery cadence upon the ear, while +it hushed into silence the sound of mingling voices +until the spacious apartments were filled with +naught but the wonderful music of the unknown +singer. Mrs. Belmont had made her way to a +group of grave gentlemen and ladies in the parlor +opposite, where they had been discussing the great +topic of the day.</p> + +<p>"I cannot see well," replied Mrs. St. Clair with +a merry twinkle in her gray eyes as she returned +to the sofa she had just left to look about her for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> +a moment. "But it is some one Professor Edwards +seems to honor, for he is beside her turning the +music. Ah, there is 'Cathesdra'—listen," and the +same voice came floating and circling about their +heads in the very ecstacy of delight.</p> + +<p>"You never heard that <i>sung</i> before;" interposed +Mr. St. Clair laughingly. "I mean as now!"</p> + +<p>"You know who it is, cousin; tell us, will +you?" But Mr. St. Clair was wholly intent upon +the music and only shook his finger menacingly +at Mrs. Belmont for interrupting it.</p> + +<p>"There! That is over! Now who says he +<i>ever</i> heard anything better than that?" and the +kind-hearted old gentleman gazed appealingly +about him.</p> + +<p>"Let me see, cousin. What was it you were saying +about the 'uncultured females' of the north? +Well, I remember but will not repeat, so you +may save your blushes," and his plump hand +came down with emphasis upon his well-developed +knee. "Yes—they do soil their fingers with toil +it is a fact. Ellen has often spoken of her visit to +the home of a schoolmate who lives on the banks +of the old historic Hudson, and she declares that +the home into which she was ushered on her arrival +was superior to almost anything she had +seen in our sunny clime; but the mistress many +times during her stay of two weeks actually made +tea with her own hands and served it at her own +table! And what was even worse, there was not +a day that she did not visit her kitchen—order +her own dinner—and, it may be, stuffed her own +turkeys—made her own jellies, puddings, etc.! I +should not be at all surprised!" Here the speaker +burst forth into a merry peal of laughter, which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> +did not seem at all contagious as no one but the +wife joined in his glee. "Ah, there is the singer. +I know her by the blue silk," interposed one of +the ladies who had striven to get a look at her +while she was at the piano. "Prof. Edwards +seems to monopolize her entirely." "She is <i>very</i> +pretty," remarked another. "All but those blue +eyes," chimed in Mr. St. Clair; "those tell the +tale of frosts and snows—do you not think so, +cousin?"</p> + +<p>"You annoy me, somehow," said Mrs. Belmont +with much feeling; "perhaps it is because I do +not understand you. I would like to cover your +lack of gallantry with a soft cloak of charity you +see."</p> + +<p>"It is the war, madam, that had fired his bitter +animosities," suggested a gallant knight near by.</p> + +<p>"Have I indeed then been so boorish? I beg +your pardon," and he bowed obsequiously. "Now +for plain dealing, as I feel you will like that better! +The young lady to whom we have been so +rapturously listening, and who has drawn such a +large circle about her yonder," pointing with his +finger towards where she was sitting, "including +your honored son, I perceive, is Miss Anna Pierson—our +governess. Look at her now! Her face +is like her music, all soul, all feeling. Now clear +and smooth with the most exquisite pathos, yet +never blank or uninteresting; now brilliant and +sparkling, rippling all over with enthusiasm; a +face one never tires of watching through all its +changes; never growing weary no matter how often +the repetition comes."</p> + +<p>Immediately after supper Mrs. Belmont ordered +her carriage. She was anxious to return and bury<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> +her chagrin in the privacy of her own chamber. +Why was she so wretched? She asked herself +over and over again, yet received no definite answer. +It might be that a gentleman with whom +she had been talking assured her that the war so +much commented upon could not, or would not be +averted. "Even now," he added, "extensive preparations +are going on in Charleston for its early +commencement." But certainly this could not be +the cause of her disquietude, as she scanned over +the immensity of southern political power. After +all that has been done the fight must be short and +the victory speedy and glorious. The pall lifted +slowly from about her heart, and before she reached +her own door she stigmatized herself as a coward +for retiring so soon from the gay scene, appearing, +as she imagined, like retreating before a phantom +foe. In her own room, however, the fire broke out +anew. There was something in the tones of her +cousin's voice that angered her. "What right +had he to allude to my words, spoken in private, +and display my peculiar views, as he called them, +before such a company? But above all, what +could have induced Charles to hand that detestable +governess to the table and leave Ellen St. Clair +to another?" Nothing had gone right, and the +indignant woman paced the floor goaded by her agitating +thoughts until the footsteps of her offending +son were heard entering his room. How true +it is that when the heart opens its "guest chamber" +to evil spirits and gives them welcome, it will wake +ere long to find its most sacred place invaded, and +its halls of innocence desecrated by the madness of +associated passions that come to take up their abode +in it! Poor heart! What a struggle for purity<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> +must follow with opposing foes before it ever again +becomes a fit temple for the high dignitaries of a +God-like nature to enter and dwell in! Better far +to bar the door at their first approach and set its +seal of truth and nobleness upon it which, like the +"blood of sprinkling," turns away the footsteps of +Death with his destructive power. Alas, with Mrs. +Belmont it was too late. She had not counted the +cost of her misdeeds from the beginning, and now +found herself in a labyrinth of difficulties that were +thickening about her, and out of which she could +see no way of escape.</p> + +<p>She was angry, too, for Bertha had said that +Ellen was indignant that her name should have +been coupled in an outside gossip with that of her +son, and had improved every opportunity to contradict +the rumor. Here was another disappointment +to be thrown into her cherished plans; and +the very depths of her soul seemed embittered.</p> + +<p>Chafing under the accumulating power of her +goading thoughts, she walked her room with rapid +steps, while her angry soul went down among the +roaring billows.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/fig179.jpg" width="200" height="203" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="A_THRILLING_REVELATION" id="A_THRILLING_REVELATION"></a>A THRILLING REVELATION.</h3> + + +<p>Charles Belmont was twenty-six years of age +at the time of our writing, but owing to the indolence +of his disposition and the selfishness which +had always governed him, he had not as yet stepped +into the position as "master" of the plantation to +which he supposed himself heir; nor had he troubled +himself regarding his prosperity. It was +enough for him to know that a hundred pairs of +hands were laboring for his comfort and fully capable +of supplying every desired luxury. "Mother +has never failed me yet," he would say, "and when +she does it will be time enough for me to dabble in +business."</p> + +<p>Thus did the years roll by while his manliness +became more and more engulfed in the lethargy +of indolence until his whole being was enervated +and possessed not the power to sever the +manacles that were destroying the pure and noble +within, even had he the disposition to do so. How +many efficient natures have thus been destroyed! +The soul of man is progressive; it is ambitious to +go onward and upward; fetter these propensities, +press them down, and the whole being becomes +groveling, its aspirations dwarfed or twisted in the +process. The mind is conscious of an unrest, and +with its unsatisfied longings, turns away from the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +ennobling and fills itself with debasing habits that +will certainly prostitute all loftier aspirations. +Charles Belmont had not, however, sunk so low as +all this. But with his most frivolous wants supplied, +and the prospect of a large estate before him, +why should he be perplexed about anything? He +had gone through college, as thousands of others +had done before him, had spent two years in Europe +seeing what in his opinion was worth looking +at, and now what was left for him to do but to look +out for an heiress or some one worthy to share his +honors, or wait while he smoked his meerschaum +or sipped his wine after the physical part of his +nature had been satisfied by the bounties which +menial hands had provided?</p> + +<p>The next day after the events of our last chapter, +the young master of Rosedale learned from his +mother that for the first time since his remembrance +the slaves were to be disappointed in their +Christmas gifts, as the lady declared she "would +not trouble herself about them."</p> + +<p>This piece of information aroused the better feelings +of the son, who immediately set about providing +himself with the means to carry out in its +fullness the long established custom that would +make more than three score hearts happy. It was +a frail spirit, however, that aroused for the first +time the slumbering attributes of his better nature.</p> + +<p>"If such is your determination, Mother," was +the quick reply, "then I shall for once perform +your duties for you." And, true to his resolve, +Christmas morning found him standing amid well +filled baskets at the end of the long corridor leading +to the kitchen, looking upon the happy faces<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> +of the merry group as he called their names, and +with a cheery word or jest presented their gifts.</p> + +<p>"Where is Old Auntie?" he inquired at last, as +the sable faces one by one turned away, and he was +being left alone. "And here is a drum for Shady, +but he must promise not to make too much noise +with it before I shall hand it over to him. Here, +Shady, you rascal, where are you?" he continued, +holding up the exhilarating toy. Poor Old Auntie +came out from the kitchen and walked slowly towards +him.</p> + +<p>"O Massa, Shady am dead—gone—and poor old +Vina's heart is done broke. I don' want nothin', +massa, on'y dat what ye got fer him. Let auntie +have it—'twon't make no noise." She reached out +her hand for the coveted prize, and again Charles +Belmont felt the promptings of the inward nobility +that makes the man. Those plaintive words +that came sobbing up from the wounded, bleeding +heart, all dripping with tears, touched a chord of +sympathy in his own, hitherto unknown to its +possessor.</p> + +<p>"How did this happen?" he asked quickly, "and +why was not my mother informed of an event so +important? Something is wrong. How did little +Shady die?"</p> + +<p>"Don' know, massa. He's done dead. It's +night all de time now; dere ain't no more sunshine +for poor old auntie. Will ye gib me dat, massa? +I <i>couldn't</i> hear de chil'ens makin' a noise on it—'twould +be like dey was poundin' dis heart, all +broke, Massa Charles. Couldn't bear it—no how."</p> + +<p>"You shall have it, Auntie," he said, with much +feeling, as he placed the toy drum in the outstretched +hands. "I do not wonder it is dark, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> +if Massa Charles can scatter a few rays of light +across your sorrow, be sure he will do it."</p> + +<p>"O thank ye; thank ye, Massa Charles. The +Lord will bless ye, Vina knows he will," and the +poor old slave returned again to her night of dreary +loneliness.</p> + +<p>It was a little transient ray that had been sent +athwart her darkness, and no one understood its +fleetingness better than did she.</p> + +<p>The next day Charles Belmont went again to the +scenes of pleasure he had so unceremoniously left, +but he could not forget the bitter potion the cup of +others contained. For a long time "Poor Old +Auntie's" wail of bereavement would dart into his +pleasures and leave a touch of sadness upon their +brightness.</p> + +<p>On reaching Savannah he found that his mother +had gone with the St. Clair's to spend a week on a +plantation about thirty miles distant, and accepting +the invitation left for him, he prepared to follow. +It was a lovely morning when the party set +out on their short journey. They had determined +upon a carriage-ride for the whole distance, while +the others went by rail as far as they could, and +were waiting for the carriage to overtake them. +George St. Clair, his sister Ellen and Miss Pierson +composed the little party, as they wheeled over the +hard road as fast as the spirited horses could take +them, while the cool, fresh breeze invigorated their +young spirits.</p> + +<p>"This air may be a little too bracing; shall I +not have the curtains unrolled?" asked George St. +Clair.</p> + +<p>"O no, indeed!" replied Miss Pierson who was +addressed; "this reminds me of a spring day in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> +the north when there is snow yet upon the mountains +while the valleys are green."</p> + +<p>"Perfectly natural that it should, for this wind +comes directly from your snow-capped hills;" was +the answer, while the young man experienced a +very perceptible shiver. "I wish it were not quite +so cold!"</p> + +<p>"You would soon learn to like it as I do! Do +you perceive it has given me new life already? +But I have discovered my selfishness! Please put +down the curtains for you are looking quite miserable," +she concluded, as she noticed on the face +opposite an expression not usual to it. It was his +thoughts, not the cool breeze however that had +chilled him. The raillery of his sister recalled him, +and he for a time put away the absorbing subject. +"Look Ellen! Really that pile of brush and mud +yonder is inhabited! Just see what miserable +creatures are coming out of it. One—two—three! +I wonder if that can be the mother now following. +She looks half-starved and utterly dejected! Do +look at them, Ellen!"</p> + +<p>"You must not expend all your sympathy on +that one family," remarked Ellen carelessly; "for +you will see them all along the road. These belong +to the 'poor white trash,' as the coachman +would tell you with a curl of his ebony lip. They +are a small portion of that miserable class who +are so thoroughly steeped in degradation that +there is no hope of improving them."</p> + +<p>Anna made no reply, but sat a long time +silently gazing out of the carriage window. Ellen +too was silent, while their companion watched the +speaking face of the humble governess as its color +came and went like the sunshine and shadows<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> +through which they were passing. At last she +awoke as from a dream, and laying her gloved +hand upon that of George St. Clair exclaimed: +"You are good and noble! Tell me, is there no +remedy for all this? I have heard so much of +these while in my northern home that my heart +truly aches for them! To be so utterly outcast as +the family appears to be that we have just passed, +and without the ambition or power to rise out of +it, is truly pitiful! What sad blots on the grand +picture of American civilization! Is there <i>no</i> +remedy?"</p> + +<p>"No remedy!" was the low reply. They seemed +to be the echo only of her own words and brought +with them no consolation. "Pardon me," he said +a moment after; "we shall get dreadfully entangled +in a web of our own weaving if we continue on +this train of thought. Let us weave a few brighter +garlands for memory's sake in the remaining days +I am to be with you. We will talk of peace lest +war should send its mutterings among us; let us +anticipate love, not hate! Miss Pierson, I deputize +you to gather up the stray sunbeams for me +that memory may have a regal crown to wear +when I am far away. They elude my grasp and +always did!" he continued, bitterly. "But you +seem to be more fortunate."</p> + +<p>"And I am to be left out, am I, my brother? +You do not know how expert I am in chasing butterflies +and riding on sunbeams! You may better +engage me!"</p> + +<p>"I would like to have you both interested in +this benevolent work," he replied. "Still you are +aware, Ellen, that I have very little regard for +butterflies, and beg that you will not put yourself<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> +to any extra trouble to procure one for me;" and +they rode on in silence for some minutes. "Ten +miles as sure as you live and we have not thought +of our lunch," he cried, a little later, as they +wheeled by the corners of a cross road. "We +must examine the hamper for good old Katie's +sake, if not for our own." Ample justice was done +to Aunt Katie's skill amid jests and laughter +while the gloomy clouds that had flecked each +heart were forgotten.</p> + +<p>The station was reached at last and the four +ladies were soon snugly seated in the family coach, +while the gentlemen followed in a hired vehicle. +It was almost night when the travelers found +themselves at their journey's end.</p> + +<p>The residence of the "Washburn's" was a large +ancient house, for it had been the home of the father +who had bequeathed it to the son many years +before with an abundance of hospitality and good +cheer, as our visitors were soon made to understand. +The ladies were hurried off to their warm, +comfortable rooms to prepare for dinner, which +had been waiting for "two whole hours" the +hostess had said, and now she bustled about the +dining-room to see that everything was in perfect +order and the finishing touches had been completed. +All were gathered in the parlors at last, +merry and refreshed, and as Mrs. St. Clair protested +they were dreadfully hungry after their long +cold ride.</p> + +<p>"What a brilliant party!" exclaimed Mrs. Washburn, +entering at the moment to announce dinner; +"and yet, my dear Mrs. St. Clair, I have not told +you that my brother's wife, Mrs. Gaylord, is here<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> +from Virginia! You remember you met her two +years ago."</p> + +<p>"That is good news, certainly. I did not know +that she had returned from the north, where she +went after fresh air I believe."</p> + +<p>"She has an adopted daughter, a beautiful girl +who has brightened her up wonderfully. I never +saw an <i>own</i> daughter more idolized."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord my readers have met before; will +they also recognize the adopted daughter? She +is almost a young lady now, having been with her +new friends nearly two years, and, during the +time, received every opportunity for improvement, +not one of which had been lost. She is taller than +when we last met her, her manners winning and +graceful, while her eyes had not forgotten their +mysterious wonderings or her heart its ambitious +longings. At this home in the far south where +she had been nearly a week there was much upon +which to feed her sensibilities and awaken her +imaginings.</p> + +<p>"<i>I</i> go in for making money off from my plantation," +remarked the host in reply to a suggestion +from one of the party as they seated themselves at +the table when all were at last gathered. "I long +ago learned who is king over this broad land, and +like well to do my share in keeping the crown on +his head." A hearty laugh followed when he continued: +"And if this war, which is so much +talked of just now, should really become a fact, I +reckon some others will feel his power."</p> + +<p>"You must be chary of your words, sir, for we +have a northerner in our party," interposed Mrs. +Belmont, her keen eyes fixed on the face of Anna +Pierson, which crimsoned beneath her gaze.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Miss Pierson's principles, whatever they are, +must be shielded from irony or ridicule while in our +party," said George St. Clair, with some warmth, +although in a low tone of voice, intended for Mrs. +Belmont's ears only.</p> + +<p>The lady was awed and silenced. She would +not for the world offend the young man, for in him +too many of her fondest hopes were still centered. +She had not for a moment given up the idea that +Lillian would, after a little sensible consideration, +accede to her wishes and recall her rejected +lover, whom she was sure only waited permission +to return.</p> + +<p>The conversation soon became sprightly and animated, +but the ladies remained silent, while the +face of one, at least, expressed more than words +could utter.</p> + +<p>A movement to leave the table by George St. +Clair put an end to it all, and it was not resumed +while the little party remained together.</p> + +<p>Upon entering the parlor Mrs. Belmont found +herself <i>tete a tete</i> with the young lady from Virginia. +The company had gathered themselves +into little groups or pairs, and each seemed intent +upon some individual topic separate from the others, +and nothing was left for the stately lady to do +but to commence conversation with her companion +or remain moodily silent, which she felt greatly +inclined to do. However, her position required +action, and she inquired:</p> + +<p>"How long have you been in Virginia? I understand +that you are an adopted daughter of Mrs. +Gaylord."</p> + +<p>"That is all. I have been with her not yet two +years."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></p> + +<p>The answer was concise and gentle. Still the +deep, thoughtful eyes that had remained fixed with +their wondering look on the face of the questioner +as she spoke, disturbed the lady, and she moved +uneasily. Somehow it penetrated more deeply under +the covering of her soul than was comfortable, +but she continued:</p> + +<p>"Where was your previous home, my child?"</p> + +<p>"In Massachusetts."</p> + +<p>"Ah, a Northerner, then?"</p> + +<p>"I do not know," replied the interrogated with +a smile.</p> + +<p>"Not know? You are an orphan I suppose?"</p> + +<p>"I do not know."</p> + +<p>At almost any other time Lily would have been +indignant at such close questionings, but there +was something about the tall stately lady in black +that interested her and during the few moments +they had sat there together she had read much in +the dark face before her. Therefore, when she +was asked further: "Have you no remembrance of +a mother or of early years?" she determined to +prolong the conversation, and watch closely for a +peep beneath the mask she felt sure was there.</p> + +<p>"No, I do not remember my mother, and very +little about my childhood. There are, however, a +few bright memories I have treasured on account +of their distinctness, and which will never leave +me. The rest of my life, before I was six years +of age, is but a dream."</p> + +<p>The eyes of Mrs. Belmont were fixed with their +burning gaze upon the face of the speaker, and +although her heart beat more quickly and the color +deepened on her cheek, yet she did not quail or +remove her own calm look from them.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span></p> + +<p>"A little deeper," she thought, "and curiosity +will be satisfied." Ah! how little you know those +hidden depths! The bloom would die on that full +round cheek, and the light of the joyous eyes +would be quenched could their gaze penetrate +that external covering of affability. Therefore +be content.</p> + +<p>"What are those memories, child? Tell me +all."</p> + +<p>Lily hesitated for a moment. The command +embodied in the request disturbed her not a little, +but she silenced her heart and continued:</p> + +<p>"I remember being in a small cottage by the +great ocean somewhere; I do not know where, and +of being unhappy, yet there were bright spots here +and there, standing out with such brilliancy that +the darkness seems hidden by them. I loved the +ocean, and as I learned the fact that at some time +I had been called 'Lily Pearl,' this awoke in me +most inconceivable emotions; for this reason, no +doubt, connected with a little dream that I had +lived down among the pearls, and that a beautiful +lady had picked me up from the waves—that +dream made me love the music of its waters and +long to become a part of the mighty whole. But +you are ill!"</p> + +<p>She was about to spring from her seat when +an iron grasp was laid upon her shoulder and a +husky voice demanded her to "sit down!" Still +they could not remain longer unnoticed, and were +soon surrounded.</p> + +<p>"The ride was too much for you," suggested the +hostess.</p> + +<p>"It is sitting in such a warm room after being +out in the cold," suggested another, all of which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> +met with no contradiction, and excusing herself, +Mrs. Belmont retired to her private room. There +we will leave her alone with her wretchedness and +remorse. Dreary companions are they both through +the long hours of one wearisome night; but when +the morning draws near, and we find that no kind +hand for us to clasp is reached down through the +dreary shades, the gray dawn shrinks back and the +dark pall of despair drops its thick folds around +us, shutting out the glorious day beams from our +vision, while the night of the soul still goes on! +Wearisome night! full of spectral forms which +glide in and out through the darkness, bringing +from the past unwished for memories which tell +us ever of what we <i>are</i> and what we might have +been.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 353px;"> +<img src="images/fig191.jpg" width="353" height="500" alt="Chicken Coop (not listed on Illustrations page)" title="Chicken Coop (not listed on Illustrations page)" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_LITTLE_PARTY_AT_THE_WASHBURNS" id="THE_LITTLE_PARTY_AT_THE_WASHBURNS"></a>THE LITTLE PARTY AT THE WASHBURN'S.</h3> + + +<p>Rose, the youngest and only unmarried of the +three daughters, was not at home on the arrival of +the visitors. She came the next day, however, as +was expected.</p> + +<p>"The same wild Rose as ever," the father exclaimed, +as he lifted her from the carriage and continued +to look after her, as she bounded up the +steps of the piazza, upsetting a little urchin on the +way, sending him rolling down among the shrubbery +at its foot, without stopping to heed the pitiful +cry that came up from the thick shade any +more than she did the familiar salutation of her +father. Yet this insensibility is not unusual to +that class of young ladies who have been reared +from childhood under the destroying influences of +"caste," wherever it can be found. Why should +it be otherwise? The first impression made upon +the susceptible heart is, "I am your superior; +wealth and inherited power have determined our +positions. Wealth and poverty cannot affiliate." +Thus does the cultivating of selfishness begin +which grows and expands until its hard, crooked, +knotty branches reach out and smother the more +tender plants of kindness and love, which must by +necessity droop and become wholly extinct. Yet +Rose Washburn was not wholly cruel or selfish.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +She had been used to seeing the little dark forms +that sprung up everywhere all over the plantation +rolling about from accident or design. "It did +not seem to hurt them," therefore the silvery chords +of tenderness and love which ever make such sweet +music in the truly feminine heart, had ceased +to vibrate as they always do when the spirit of selfishness +rusts and corrodes them.</p> + +<p>"The same wild Rose of two years ago," echoed +Mr. St. Clair, as he met her in the door, imprinting +a kiss on her cheek.</p> + +<p>"I should think you would not dare touch me, +for fear of being scratched," she replied, pettishly, +as she bounded past him into the hall.</p> + +<p>The young lady was not aware that Anna Pierson, +the governess, was one of the guests she was +expected to entertain, until entering the parlor a +half-hour after her arrival. It was a fact not at +all anticipated by the party themselves when the +invitation was accepted, but George St. Clair most +frankly expressed the opinion that it was a shame +to give her no pleasure during the short vacation, +and there was no reason under the sun why she +should not take the place of Bertha, who had positively +refused to accompany them, which Ellen +echoed with great earnestness. There were many +misgivings, however, in the mind of the humble +Anna as to the propriety of accepting, after +all, for she well knew that Mrs. Belmont, at least, +looked upon her with an unloving eye, and how +was she to be made sure that her presence would +not be distasteful to those they went to visit? But +Ellen laughed away every objection, declaring, "I +will not go without you; we will stay at home together."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p> + +<p>This, of course, was not to be thought of, and +Anna found herself happy in the assurance that, +although far from home, she was still with those +who loved her.</p> + +<p>The penetrating eye of the governess saw the +sudden flash of scorn that passed over the face of +the new-comer at their introduction; nor did the +slight pressure of the finger tips betray a cordial +welcome.</p> + +<p>"I am so glad to get home again!" she exclaimed +languidly, throwing herself upon the sofa. "I have +heard nothing for the last week but war, war, war! +and if I was ever tired of anything it is that hateful +subject. One thing, however, I have made up +my mind to do. If those cold blooded northerners +should presume to raise their plebeian hands against +us, you will see me shoulder my musket and go +forth to try my skill in popping over a few of +them." She rang the bell violently as the mother +replied:</p> + +<p>"If I were so tired of a hateful subject I would +not again introduce it."</p> + +<p>A servant girl entered.</p> + +<p>"Roll the sofa up nearer the grate." Then +turning to Ellen, she continued:</p> + +<p>"I feel chilly after riding. It is provokingly +cold just now. Did you suffer much from your +long journey? Miss Pierson, I suppose, is used +to such weather."</p> + +<p>They decided promptly that they both had a +"lovely ride," and Rose settled herself down in +her warm seat by the fire.</p> + +<p>"Where is Mrs. Belmont?" she asked a moment +after, "I have not seen her yet. The gentlemen, +I reckon, are in the library discussing the war."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></p> + +<p>The mother thought they were, and added that +Mrs. Belmont had gone up stairs sometime before +inviting Miss Gaylord to accompany her.</p> + +<p>"She seems to have taken a great fancy to your +daughter, Mrs. Gaylord," remarked Mrs. St. Clair, +"you must be careful, or she will win her from +you."</p> + +<p>"Lily does not appear at all fickle in her affections; +I think I am safe," replied the lady, smiling.</p> + +<p>"Are you always so industrious, Miss Pierson?" +interrogated Rose, blandly. "I beg your pardon; +I forgot for the moment that you are from the land +of industry. As true as I live, Ellen, she has +drawn you into the same graceless habit. What is +that on the table by you? A stocking, 'pon my +word!" Ellen only laughed as she held up a portion +of a worsted scarf in process of manufacture.</p> + +<p>"We plebeians do not call this work; only a little +amusement," interposed Anna, without raising +her eyes. "We awkward people find it difficult +sometimes to dispose of our hands, and so we employ +them."</p> + +<p>"I suppose so."</p> + +<p>A toss of the head and some trivial remark to +her mother was the only answer given by the +young lady addressed.</p> + +<p>The door opened and lunch was announced. The +gentlemen entered soon after, and the conversation +became spirited and general.</p> + +<p>One thing Rose Washburn could not understand, +she was heard to declare to Mrs. Belmont, and that +was how George St. Clair could "devote so much +time and attention to 'that menial.'" Of course it +was only his excessive gallantry, but he ought to +know that it does him no honor.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mrs. Belmont fully agreed with her young +friend, yet showed no disposition to prolong the +conversation. Rose also wondered at the unusual +dignity and stateliness of the lady, and with renewed +admiration for her queenly bearing she remained +silent.</p> + +<p>The dinner hour arrived at last. The bell had +just called but all were not present, and so they +waited. The host was in fine spirits. "Always +happy," as he declared, but pretty generally more +so as the day continued to advance. He was a +lover of good wine, and unless attentively watched +by his careful wife would often lose his boasted +manliness after dinner. She had determined to +use her influence during the stay of her guests to +keep him the genial gentleman she so much desired +him to be. He had, however, unknown to +her, ordered wine to the library in the morning, +but was quite sure he had been temperate in his +potations.</p> + +<p>"What do you suppose they call those two +girls 'Rose' and 'Lily' for?" he asked, slapping +Mr. St. Clair on the shoulder as the bell rang +again and the party arose. "Not because their +names are appropriate; that is a fact," he continued, +after his boisterous laugh had died away. +"You never saw a lily with such black spots on it, +did you?"</p> + +<p>"I have," remarked the young lady, playfully. +"You will discover that my eyes are not 'black,' +but a positive 'red brown,' as Aunt Dinah would +say. We have lilies in our garden at home with +just such colored spots on them, and we call them +'tiger lilies.' Now is not my name appropriate?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ha! ha! just so. And I reckon you have +roses with terrible sharp things about them which +say as plainly as words can do, 'hands off,' haven't +you?"</p> + +<p>"He-he-he, sharp-toed slippers," squeaked a +piping voice from the stairs where they were passing.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and see how you like it," exclaimed Rose, +making a spring towards him, but with the sprightliness +of a squirrel he darted behind a heavy post +of the balustrades, which unfortunately for the +occupant of that dainty slipper received the full +force of the blow that was not designed for it.</p> + +<p>"I like it, Missus," called back the provoking +little rascal, as he scrambled on all fours up the +broad stairway.</p> + +<p>"I'll pay him off," exclaimed Rose, excited with +pain and anger. "If I was not so hungry I would +do it now."</p> + +<p>The laugh became general, and to avoid further +remark the young lady joined in with them. Yet +her cheek burned and she found it difficult to +throw aside the unpleasant incident or make herself +believe that George St. Clair, who was unusually +attentive to her, did not also remember. But +the hour of feasting passed agreeably enough, and +when the ladies arose to retire, the young gentleman, +who seldom took wine, asked the privilege of +going with them. This broke up the after dinner +<i>tete a tete</i>, and they all returned to the parlor. +Anna stood by the window looking out over the +beautiful landscape, when a voice near her asked +in low tones:</p> + +<p>"Are you very unhappy here, Anna?" She hesitated +a moment before answering, as she looked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> +into the manly face beside her. It was full of truth +and anxiety.</p> + +<p>"I am very happy, and have to thank you for +my pleasure," was the quiet response.</p> + +<p>"I feared I should have to crave your pardon, as +I perceive that Miss Rose does not look upon you +kindly."</p> + +<p>"You may think it strange, but even this does +not give me pain; it only amuses me."</p> + +<p>"That is right. I rejoice that I have not been +the means of troubling you when so much desiring +your pleasure."</p> + +<p>"Do you play?" inquired Rose, coming up to +the window where the two were standing. "I +think Ellen has told me that music is one of the +branches you teach."</p> + +<p>"Yes; and I play a little occasionally, as example +is more forcible than theory," was the mischievous +response. "Mr. St. Clair, however, will, +without doubt, prefer hearing you, as my attempts +would be only a story many times told."</p> + +<p>George looked into the beaming face of his companion, +and his own caught the light. "She spoke +truthfully when she said she enjoyed it," he +thought, and taking the hand of the hostess' daughter, +drew her arm within his own and led her away +to the piano.</p> + +<p>"Rose sings very well," remarked Mr. St. Clair +to Mrs. Belmont, who was sitting beside him on +the sofa.</p> + +<p>"One more," called out the father, as the last +words of the song "Will You Sometimes Think of +Me?" died away or were swallowed up in the dense +volume of the elaborate accompaniment.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What would you like, Father? 'Do They Miss +Me at Home?'"</p> + +<p>The remembrance of these words as sung in a +distant home brought tears into the eyes of <i>one</i> of +her listeners, as the scenes of that last night came +rolling in upon the mind, and when at last the +voice of Mr. St. Clair was heard calling: "Now, +Anna, for Cathesdra," she arose mechanically to +obey while the dew of love still glistened in her +mild blue orbs. "It is my favorite, you know," +remarked the old gentleman, apologetically.</p> + +<p>"And it is my delight to gratify you," was the +characteristic response.</p> + +<p>Anna never sang better. There was something +in the wail of the poor exile pining for the scenes +of her Italian home which chimed in smoothly yet +pensively with the low sighing of her own heart, +and when the words "O let me die where my +mother died," came bubbling up from the full font +of her filial affections, a burst of applause mingled +harshly with her flute-like tones. The hand that +clasped hers as George St. Clair led her back to +the window where they had been standing some +time before, did not seem at all willing to relinquish +its task when its duty was over; and not +until he espied a smile ripple over her illumined +features did he speak.</p> + +<p>"A little homesick," he remarked, quietly, and +changed the subject.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord always retired early, and Lily, +either from force of habit or affection, seldom failed +to sit by her to talk or read until quietly resting +for the night. That evening, as the pale face settled +itself into the snowy pillow, the young girl +stooped to kiss the weary brow as she asked:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Do you see anything peculiar about Mrs. Belmont? +I do not like to be prejudiced, but somehow +she strikes a chill over me every time I catch +her gaze fastened upon me; and yet there is a fascination +about her from which I find it impossible +to disentangle myself. She commands me with +the beck of her hand, while a look consigns me to +silence, and yet I have met her so recently. Can +you tell me what it all means?"</p> + +<p>"You love her, my child."</p> + +<p>"O no; it is not that. I almost fear her."</p> + +<p>"Then she loves you."</p> + +<p>"I do not think she does. For some reason I +cannot divine she seems greatly interested in my +early history. I told you of her strange conduct +last evening. To-day she inquired if I had any +idea where upon the Atlantic shore my childhood's +home had been situated; and when I answered that +I had no idea whatever, I could but notice the +gleam of joy that flashed over her face. I should +have called it satisfaction, if I had found a reason +for supposing that the attitude of indifference she +assumed was not perfectly legitimate. But I am +wearying you when you ought to be resting. All +of these are 'idle dreamings,' as Willie would say, +so good night," and with another kiss the young +girl stole noiselessly from the room.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord, however, could not sleep. It did +not seem at all like dreaming to her, and an indescribable +sensation of fearful forebodings had taken +possession of her, as one feels sure that a storm is +approaching, although far away. "But it is only +for a week," she concluded, "then she will forget it +all and rest."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span></p> + +<p>Ellen St. Clair and Anna roomed together by +special request, and long that night did the two +friends lie side by side and talk.</p> + +<p>"I do wonder so much," said Anna, at last +"how Mrs. Washburn could have given her love +to one so unlike herself in everything."</p> + +<p>"It was strange. I have heard my mother tell +the story many times. You know <i>they</i> were very +dear friends in their school days, and have always +kept their affections warm and bright by frequent +communications and visits. If it were not for that +tie I hardly think we should be drawn here for so +long a time. But I hope you enjoy it just a little."</p> + +<p>"More than that. I shall always remember you +with love for giving me this pleasure. But you +have excited my 'plebeian' curiosity regarding this +strange marriage. Will you satisfy it?"</p> + +<p>"O yes. Know, then, that Mary Gaylord was +the daughter of a Virginia planter, who was very +wealthy, and fearing to send his daughter north on +account of the enmity existing between the sections, +he posted her off to Augusta, where she found a +husband who did not at all suit his taste. It was +an elopement, I believe, and after all was over it +was ascertained that the boasted wealth of the +newly made groom consisted in the <i>prospect</i> of a +few acres of pine swamp, which would probably +become altogether unproductive before it should +pass into his possession. The father, however, at +last relented, and revoked his decree to cast her off +forever, and gave them a few thousand with which +he has by dint of buying and selling amassed quite +a large fortune. This added to the estate that has +since been left him by his father, has placed him +on an equal footing with the planters of the State.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> +Were it not for the wealth he is supposed to possess, +Jack Washburn would hardly be tolerated in +good society. I have heard, Anna, that in your +section of country worth, not wealth, is more generally +the passport up the ascending scale."</p> + +<p>"This should be true, but there is not such a +vast difference between us. The social edicts are +about the same. I often wonder how it will be +when, as the Bible tells us, there will be a new +earth, and we shall live in the society of the 'Sons +of God.'"</p> + +<p>Ellen laughed.</p> + +<p>"Not much like the present state of affairs, I +reckon. One thing I am sure of, there will be no +master, no slave, nor shall there be war any more. +It is dreadful to think of. Do you believe, after +all, that the north will be so foolish as to fight? +George says he is sure of it, but I hope he is not +a prophet."</p> + +<p>"You, I am convinced, will pardon almost anything +in me, even if I tell you that I am of the +opinion that God has this whole matter in hand, +and will work it our according to His wise purposes. +There have been a million prayers going +up to Him for a century or more out of crushed +hearts, dripping with the bitterest tears ever shed +by human eyes, and will He not hear? Whether +there is war or not, His will be done."</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Belmont would call that treason, dear +Anna, but I feel that it is true. If there is a pitying +Father anywhere He will defend and protect His +children and bring the guilty to their reward +when the proper time comes, and in my opinion the +'mistress of Rosedale' will be obliged to put her +keen eyes to a good use if she at last finds a way<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> +to escape. But I am getting sleepy; good night," +and in a few moments Ellen St. Clair had forgotten +the wonder she had planted in the bosom of +her companion.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="Nest-building" id="Nest-building"></a> +<img src="images/fig203.jpg" width="400" height="471" alt="Nest-building" title="Nest-building" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_DEATH_OF_UNCLE_BOB_CH" id="THE_DEATH_OF_UNCLE_BOB_CH"></a>THE DEATH OF UNCLE BOB.</h3> + + +<p>"There is no such thing as a trifle in the world," +says the Spanish proverb. "When we remember +how inextricably the lives of all mankind are tangled +together, it seems as if every word and action +moved a lever which set in motion a gigantic machine +whose effect is beyond our control." Such +has been the workings of those of whom our little +history treats, and yet the labor is not completed.</p> + +<p>Charles Belmont would arrive before dinner the +next day after the incidents of our last chapter, and +Ellen St. Clair was expected, of course, to be nervous +and excited; but much to the chagrin of the +mother of the young gentleman, at least, she was +neither. One might well accuse her of indifference +or disinterestedness, so calm and quiet did she +appear. It was proposed that they should ride +over to the depot to meet him, but she thought it +"tiresome."</p> + +<p>"Then let us go to the village for the letters," +suggested Rose; but even that was "unnecessary," +and, besides, it was Jim's work, and for one she did +not "like to infringe upon the rights of others," +she declared, with the merriest of laughs.</p> + +<p>"Then," said George, coming to the rescue, "we +will take Anna out and show her the orange +groves."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></p> + +<p>"That is just the thing; a walk was what was +most needed."</p> + +<p>"And Ellen is suited at last," exclaimed Rose, +in a pet.</p> + +<p>"But you will go without me. Southern luxury is +no rarity to one who has always been used to it;" +and the insinuating eyes darted to the calm face of +her for whom the pretty speech was intended. "I +will remain within doors, and listen to the chit-chat +of the old ladies, or it may be, finish the +'Missing Bride,' which I consider far more agreeable."</p> + +<p>"Do you find entertainment in the works of Mrs. +Southworth? There are those who consider them +rather effervescent—to speak mildly."</p> + +<p>"Of whom you are included."</p> + +<p>"Certainly so," replied George St. Clair with a +touch of irony in his voice, it must be confessed, +for he had seen the glow deepen on the cheek of +Anna too many times beneath her scathing words, +not to realize the uprising of his knightly indignation, +which submerged, for the moment, his native +gallantry. But one glance into the mirthful +face of his companion, who was already equipped +for her walk, brought to his mind her previous assertion, +that she really enjoyed it; and he smothered +the glowing fire and stepped into the hall for +his hat.</p> + +<p>Lily was bathing the aching head of her suffering +mother, and could not be prevailed upon to +leave her post, and so the three started on without +her. On the piazza, however, they encountered +"Toddy," who was rolling in the sunshine and +trying to sing like Aunt Millie.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Here, you rascal," called George, "come and +show us where we can find the store-house. I want +you to see first how they prepare and store away +the cotton," he continued, turning to Anna.</p> + +<p>"Wants to see where dey works 'em?" asked +Toddy with a very knowing look.</p> + +<p>"Yes, where the gins are."</p> + +<p>"Yes, massa." And the boy started off in a +rollicking trot, much to the amusement of the +young people who followed close after him. On he +went, slapping his sides at every step, and casting +a sly look over his shoulder at the ladies.</p> + +<p>"Here, you monkey—don't you ever walk?" +again called George, as he was getting far ahead.</p> + +<p>"Yes, massa."</p> + +<p>"When, I should like to know?"</p> + +<p>"When Miss Rose wants dis child to hurry +quick," he shouted back, at the same time bestowing +one of his side-long glances.</p> + +<p>There was another merry laugh when Anna inquired:</p> + +<p>"What do they call you Toddy for? It seems +like a queer name for a little boy."</p> + +<p>"Don' know Missus; 'spects it's 'cause massa +likes me."</p> + +<p>This was too much even for the staid bachelor, +and he joined heartily in the laugh that followed +this bit of wit.</p> + +<p>"I reckon they do not give you many whippings," +suggested Ellen.</p> + +<p>"Right smart, sometimes, Missus."</p> + +<p>"Where are you taking us, madcap? Here, this +is the way to the gin house."</p> + +<p>"Yes, massa," and turning in the direction designated +he proceeded with the same swinging trot<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span> +as before. "Uncle Bob drefful bad ober dar," he +added a moment after, pointing to a small cabin a +little apart from the rest. "Reckon he's goin t' +die," and he renewed with vigor the peculiar movement +of his strange gait, yet this time the drumming +of his chubby hands kept up a running accompaniment +to the song he had left unfinished +when disturbed in the attempt to imitate poor Aunt +Millie.</p> + +<p>Anna did not join in the amusement of the moment, +for her thoughts were with the old man who +"was mighty bad ober dar," and she longed to +visit him in his humble home. She walked through +the extensive warehouse, listened to the explanations +regarding the work of the world-famed cotton +gin, looked at the huge piles of bales not yet +shipped, yet felt no interest in what she heard or +saw, so great had become her desire to go to the +little cabin where the poor negro was dying; and +when they again emerged into the open air, she +said, calmly:</p> + +<p>"Why not make a visit to the sick now? I have +heard so much in the north about the piety and +resignation of the negro people in the dying hour +that I long to witness it for myself."</p> + +<p>The young man looked into the face of the speaker +with a shadow of perplexity covering his own. +Ellen, however, quietly remarked:</p> + +<p>"All of these things have been greatly exaggerated, +without doubt, and yet I shall never forget +how triumphantly old Peter went home. I was +quite small, but my heart learned a great lesson +from that death. If you desire, Anna, I will go +with you."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I think, ladies, you had better commission me +to carry the wine and oil, for having had one peep +into the sensitive nature of our northern friend, I +must consider you very thoughtless, my sister, in +forwarding her desires."</p> + +<p>This was said with apparent carelessness, yet +Anna did not fail to perceive that he did not want +them to go. Still she was not willing to give it up, +and, laying her hand on his arm, she said, playfully:</p> + +<p>"Miss Rose will require a little of your Samaritan +kindness, if she is still weeping over the tortures +of the 'Missing Bride,' and if you will pardon +us we will go to the cabin while you administer +balm in another direction. To-morrow, remember, +we are to finish our rambles through the orange +groves."</p> + +<p>"Of course he will excuse us," interposed +Ellen, "we will not remain a great while." And +with a "Just as you please, ladies," their chaperon, +with a most obsequious bow, walked away.</p> + +<p>"He hasn't gone to the house at all," remarked +the sister looking after him, but Toddy unperceived +by either had appeared on the scene and +with one of his knowing glances remarked quaintly: +"Miss Lily ober dar wid de turkeys; I seed her +goin' down de walk. Dis be ole Bob's," and rolling +up to the door he opened it, then stepped back +for the ladies to enter. "A little gentleman after +all," remarked Anna <i>sotto voce</i>; but they were in +the room where in the farther part lay the old man +with closed eyes apparently asleep. "Do not disturb +him," whispered Ellen approaching the bedside; +but the large eyes opened as she drew near +and a smile spread itself over the thin features.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span></p> + +<p>"De young ladies from de house has come to +see you," said the girl in attendance. "Bress +ye'se honey. I'se most home, got most t'ro' wid +de work and de cryin'! Old Bob's done heaps of +dem both—bress de Lord!" And the heavy lids +drooped again over the large eyes where such a +joyous light seemed burning. Anna could not +resist the impulse to take the bony hand of the +dying man in her own, and as it lay in her warm +clasp he looked again upon her. "Does ye pray, +honey? De good Lord help ye! It's but a little +way down to de ribber whar old Bob's a-goin'! +Poo' massa! I'se told de Lord all 'bout him. It's +de liquor what keeps de good away—but den I'se +most t'ro'—goin' home—bress de Lord!" A spoon +was placed to his lips and as he swallowed the few +drops he murmured: "<i>Poo</i>' massa! It's de liquor," +and his voice died away in a prayer Anna +was sure for his lips moved almost imperceptibly. +There was a moment's silence, then Anna as she +raised the hand she had been holding from the +feebly heaving breast asked softly: "What are +all the sorrows of life to you now? With heaven +so near can you feel sad for a moment over what +has past? Are you very happy poor, dying saint?" +O that look! "It must have been a ray that had +darted through the opening gate that so lighted +up the wan features," said Anna after, "for it was +like nothing I ever saw before." The poor girl by +his side was weeping quietly, but she caught the +glance of the heavenly eyes, and laying her hand +on the white head said soothingly: "Dar's a +crown for poor old Bob where dis head won't ache +no mo';" and the fervent "bress de Lord!" fell +again from the thin lips.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 378px;"><a name="The_death_of_Uncle_Bob" id="The_death_of_Uncle_Bob"></a> +<img src="images/fig211.jpg" width="378" height="600" alt="The death of Uncle Bob." title="The death of Uncle Bob." /> +<span class="caption smcap">The death of Uncle Bob.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Are you not afraid to stay here alone?" whispered +Ellen.</p> + +<p>"O, no; de Lord and de holy angels are close +by, and Fanny will be here when de days work is +t'ro'. But Bob an I isn't 'fraid. We'll both be +dar by and by." Fearing to intrude longer upon +the last moments of a departing soul the two stole +noiselessly from the humble room which was so +soon to prove the gate of heaven to the liberated +spirit, and they stepped out into the cool, bracing +air, yet not a word was spoken.</p> + +<p>"There come the carriages from the depot," +remarked Ellen as they turned towards the house. +Yes, Charles Belmont had arrived; as also Mr. +St. Clair, in company with the host, from where +they had been taking a drive over a neighboring +plantation; and shortly after a merry party, to all +appearance, sat down to a bountiful dinner. How +little we know of the grief, bitterness, disappointment, +anger and rage that can be crowded into one +dark chamber of the soul over which the spirit of +evil keeps its faithful watch, holding in its right +hand the keys of its secret domain!</p> + +<p>"Old Bob gone dead, sure," piped a voice +through a narrow aperture of the door close to the +master's chair.</p> + +<p>"<i>Get out</i> you scoundrel!" exclaimed the host, +at the same time throwing a chicken bone at the +intruder's curly head which failed in its aim, while +the gleeful "he-he-he!" mingled itself with the +sound of Toddy's rapid scrambling up the broad +staircase outside.</p> + +<p>"Did you know Bob was so bad?" inquired the +wife, stopping for a moment in her duties as hostess.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Bad? Bob wasn't bad about anything! But I +knew he was going this morning, the old boy! +Well, he did have one fault; he loved his good-for-nothing +old master and I reckon things won't +go quite as brisk now that he has gone."</p> + +<p>"One of the faithful ones, I take it?" interrogated +Charles Belmont.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and a pet of my father's, who, when he +was dying, told me to be good to 'Bob' and I +reckon I've done it;" and the little ripple caused +by the departure of a human soul closed up, and +the dinner with its accompaniments of mirth and +laughter went on as though the waters had never +been stirred. Death! Mrs. Belmont retired to +her room almost immediately after the party returned +to the parlor, for a flood of contending +emotions had rolled in upon her guilty soul at the +very thought of the "king of terrors." Then, too, +there came to her through the surgings of the inward +tempest the last words of him who was sleeping +in the shadows at Rosedale, "teach the children +to be true, noble and better than we have +been, for somehow I can but feel that Aunt Vina +is right 'we must have the Lord sometime or be +wretched!'" "The Lord! Wretched! Am I +not all that now?" and the miserable woman +paced the floor as her thoughts went on. Where +was Lillian? She was to teach to be good and +noble! Under that very roof was her child! The +babe she had so desired to thrust out of sight—out +of the world! Every motion of the childish figure—every +look sent a barb of anguish to her already +tortured soul! "It will all be brought to light" +something had continually whispered to her +awakened conscience for the last two days, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> +how could she ever meet it? How gladly she +would have throttled the power that was so resistlessly +carrying her forward! O the agony of a +sin-cursed soul! The stately lady stood by the +window and looked out upon the scenes before her. +Yonder were the rays of the setting sun yet lingering +in the tree-tops; near was the rude cabin +where the still form of the humble slave was lying. +How joyfully would the proud, haughty +mistress of Rosedale at that moment have exchanged +places with the poor despised menial! But +she must live; the future was unfolding itself to +her every moment and what <i>was</i> to be done? +Again the record of a mortal life was sadly closed, +for on its pages was written the guilt of a perjured +soul!</p> + +<p>"It must be done!" she mentally exclaimed, +while her long slender fingers clasped each other +so tightly that the nails pressed painfully into the +flesh. "I never could live with such a tornado of +disgrace howling around me! <i>Never! It must +be done!</i>"</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O what a tangled web we weave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When first we practice to deceive;"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>what a concourse of evil spirits will enter when +the door of the heart is thrown open to the first +invited guests!</p> + +<p>The miserable occupant of the upper chamber +was realizing it all now as she had never done +before. She had flattered herself that the great +secret that was gnawing at her very life was wholly +in her power; but the fantasy was being dispelled! +Lillian was—she knew not where! Perhaps at +that very moment probing the long-concealed +mystery and if discovered would <i>hate</i> her mother!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> +This was torture indeed! She halted in her walk +and stood again by the window. "I must go +down," she thought after a moments pause; "they +will wonder at my absence. Secrecy and hypocrisy +is my future work! To draw the veil of indifference +over the boiling cauldron—smother the fire +and be the gentlewoman of fashion and society! +O for a mask with which to cover it all!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 342px;"><a name="The_Haystacks" id="The_Haystacks"></a> +<img src="images/fig215.jpg" width="342" height="500" alt="The Haystacks" title="The Haystacks" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XX" id="CHAPTER_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_ABDUCTION" id="THE_ABDUCTION"></a>THE ABDUCTION.</h3> + + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord did not expect to return to her +Virginia home for some time, it being her intention +to spend the winter as far south as convenient, her +physician having ordered a warmer climate and an +entire change of scene. She thought her health +was improving, and so she would remain until the +crocus peeped from its bed beneath its brown covering, +and then she would return. But it was a +pity that Lily should be shut up so closely when +there was so much in the city to give her enjoyment. +Tiny could do all her mistress really needed, +and "we will make it so pleasant for her," Ellen +pleaded; and Mrs. Belmont, who stood behind the +curtain, calm and dignified, had, unconsciously to +all, set the plan in active operation.</p> + +<p>"I suppose I shall be permitted to add my mite +to the young lady's happiness, which I shall not +fail to do if she will favor us, before I leave the +city," she said quietly. All the time she was +speaking her fingers slowly turned the leaves of a +book on the table as though it was of very small +moment whether the invitation was or was not accepted, +and as the young lady left the room remarked, +quietly:</p> + +<p>"I believe I have taken quite a fancy to your +daughter, Mrs. Gaylord. It seems sometimes that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> +she resembles in some respects my Lillian; their +eyes certainly are similar. Do you not think so, +George?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; I have often been reminded of her. The +same deep, thoughtful expression, and at times the +same sad look I have noticed on Lillian's face since +I returned from Europe."</p> + +<p>George St. Clair did not remove his gaze from +the face before him while speaking, yet she answered +calmly:</p> + +<p>"I can see no reason why one so young should +have such a look."</p> + +<p>The young man bent his head almost to her ear, +as he whispered: "And there is no reason under +heaven why your daughter's face should wear it. +There is a curse in a false ambition like the one +that is blackening your soul. Unbend yourself +and do what every mother's heart should prompt +her to do. Seek your child's happiness and despise, +as every noble character will, the worldly +lust that is governing you."</p> + +<p>"How dare you!" she exclaimed, rising to her +feet and fixing her keen eyes upon him. But she +said no more. The power of his calm, unflinching +gaze awed her into silence, and turning she left the +room. Yet the slumbering demon in her heart had +been aroused and as she strolled out into the open +air seemed ready to overpower her.</p> + +<p>"What does he know about my false ambition? +Could she have told him? Ah, but she knew nothing +of her child; let her revelations be what they +may, this secret is not his to taunt me with. Lost, +lost! Poverty is to crush my pride after all I have +done. 'A curse!' Yes, a curse has already set its +seal upon my ambition—my life." She walked on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> +until calm once more stole in among her the contending +spirits, and she returned to the house.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Belmont seems like one who has experienced +some great reverse," remarked Mrs. Gaylord, +after her abrupt departure from the parlor. +"I have noticed several times since she has been +here a disquietude perfectly unaccountable in one +of her position."</p> + +<p>The young man made a casual reply, and others +entering at the moment the little incident was +seemingly forgotten.</p> + +<p>"It has been decided," remarked Ellen to her +brother the next morning; "Lily Gaylord will return +with us, and Anna seems delighted. I had +not thought until last evening that a tie of native +land drew them together."</p> + +<p>"A land of very favorable productions," replied +the brother, with a mischievous smile.</p> + +<p>During the short visit the war excitement was +spreading wider and wider, and its symptoms became +more and more positive. In the cities the +alarm raged like an epidemic in certain circles, +while there were a few who denounced the whole +affair, a cooling draught quite inefficient to keep +down the devouring fever. Great preparations were +being made in Charleston, and a few other places +were following its lead, so that, should the campaign +really open in the spring, as was prophesied, +they might be ready. Mr. St. Clair was one +of the number who thought it not well to go to +fighting. "To be sure," he would say, good-naturedly, +"Uncle Sam is getting rather plethoric, and +it may be well to give him a little fright," but +he never would advocate the idea of the breaking +up of households. "No doubt it would be a very<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> +fine thing to tumble down the old national structure +after it was done we were sure of walking in over +the ruins and building up to suit our own notions." +But to tell the truth he was a little afraid of the +old giant. He had learned that his locks might +grow again, crop them ever so short. The safest +way, he thought, was to let well enough alone.</p> + +<p>His son was much of the same opinion, but if +the house must be divided against itself he would +not let it fall into ruin without a struggle. Therefore, +in a few days after the little party had returned +to the city, George St. Clair started for +Charleston. Lily was in ecstacy as they drew +near Savannah. The sea, the great glorious sea, +was before her, and the music of its distant waves +thrilled every fibre of her being. It recalled the +fancied dream of her childhood when she longed +to go out and lay her head on the billows and become +a part of its restless life.</p> + +<p>Charles Belmont, who had gone to the city a few +days before, was at the St. Clair's on their arrival +and gave them a hearty welcome. Had he thought +that little Phebe, as the adopted daughter of the +wealthy Virginia planter, would do to reign at +Rosedale?</p> + +<p>A long programme was soon made out for the +pleasures of the next few weeks. There were +rides and public entertainments, select dinner parties +and little <i>tete a tete's</i>, besides one grand, brilliant +soiree at the senator's mansion which Lily +must not fail to attend!</p> + +<p>"It is so lucky that Charles Belmont has not +left us," remarked Ellen while talking it all over. +"He is a most graceful <i>chaperon</i> and it stands us +in hand to court his favor. You will not refuse<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> +him, Lily?" she continued with an arch smile. +"He seems well pleased to be called into service." +Thus the weeks passed away. The violets peered +out from their beds of green along the garden +borders and the daffodils turned their broad faces +to the sun, and yet Mr. Gaylord did not come +south after his wife. He was in Richmond with +the leading men of the day discussing the great +topics under consideration, while Mrs. Gaylord +grew weary with her long visit and more and more +nervous with its daily protraction. After much +urging and earnest solicitation by her friends she +consented to follow Lily to the city, and she soon +found herself forgetting, when once the guest of +Mrs. St. Clair, that the time had hung heavily. +The widowed Bertha became much attached to the +pale little visitor, and found great consolation +in pouring her sorrows into her attentive ear. One +day she came abruptly into the room where Mrs. +Gaylord was sitting alone and saw tears upon her +cheeks still undried. "Then you too grieve sometimes," +she remarked, laying her white hand +affectionately on the bowed head. "How true it +is that we find shadows where we should least expect +them! But then it must be sad never to feel +well!"</p> + +<p>"O no, dear; it is not that! I seldom if ever +have wept because of physical suffering. I consider +my pains and aches an indispensable part of +the programme of life. We all need a certain +amount of refining in order to ascertain how much +gold will remain, if any; therefore I bear all this +because there is wisdom in it and an end to be +accomplished."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span></p> + +<p>"One would scarcely imagine that you could +have a greater reason for sorrow."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps not, and yet I surprised you with +tears. Shall I tell you why? No idle fancy of +mine but only a few innocent lines, the product, +no doubt, of an experience similar to my own. +Let me read them to you. 'We cannot judge of +what the heart contains by the laughter that +escapes the lips or the smiles that flit across and +illumine the face, any more than we can fathom +the soundless deep or discover the contents of its +dark chambers by the sunbeams that lie upon its +surface. A crown of diamonds and precious stones +is a thing of beauty, but when lined with thorns +and pressed down by its heavy weight of wealth on +the pierced and bleeding temples it will lose its +preciousness as it becomes a crown of torture! +Thus many blessings, priceless in themselves, +may become our greatest source of misery if a +cruel hand twines thorns among them. Our most +serious wounds are those that no eye can discover +because of their depth.' May you not realize all +this Mrs. Mason. <i>I</i> know it! This is the reason +why your words, dropped one by one into the fountain +of my soul, create such a melancholy echo!"</p> + +<p>"I confess that I am astonished. Rich, talented +and beloved; how can there be such pitiful wailings +in your poor heart? Were I expecting my +husband as you are yours, or had he died where +his last words could have been breathed into my +ear I think I could hush every other saddened +echo and call myself happy. But to have the light +of life suddenly blown out, and with a great shock +find yourself in total darkness, covers the heart +with a pall hard to remove. Then to feel through<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> +the whole night that it need not have been! O—you +never can know! '<i>The code of honor!</i>' My +soul detests such chivalry!" and the bright eyes +glared wildly into the face of her companion.</p> + +<p>"My poor friend! The tenderest sympathies +of my heart are yours! I am ashamed of my +weakness; and yet there are many avenues to the +soul through which the bitter waters flow. One of +these, it may be, is the closing up of those through +which the real practical benefits are expected to +enter, leaving room only for the unreal and the +unpractical. Here I feel is my fault. It is this +binding up of my whole being with these silver +cords, upon which every external incident has a +power like the touch of electricity to fill my whole +soul with discord. In my youth I very foolishly +drew my own panorama of coming events, in which +I left out everything that was rough or unsightly; +in a word, filling up the future with ideal loveliness. +I thought my life's path would soon begin +to wind along through the valley of roses where +no harsh winds ever blow and no dark shadows +ever shut out the glowing sunlight. But the time +when my slippered feet were to tread on thornless +flowers has not arrived. I ought to be ashamed +of myself ever to have expected it. It is not in +my power to disjoint my nature and reconstruct +it with iron! That I was so organized is my misfortune, +not my crime!"</p> + +<p>"Does all this make you unhappy? It seems +to me that a nature so full of beauty or what you +term 'unrealities' ought to have a source of joy +all its own."</p> + +<p>"If one could live to herself it might be so; +but it is for the practical that we were created, for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> +this we are chosen. Fail in the power of bestowal +and verily we are guilty of the whole. I am a +failure! It is my mission to sow dew-drops where +wheat should have been scattered, to covet sunbeams +when clouds are more to the purpose! It +is not pleasant, surely, to awaken after a gentle +nap of self-repose to find that a grave has been +dug with your 'incapacities' which has swallowed +up the love you once fondly expected would gild +a whole life with roseate hues!"</p> + +<p>"<i>Love you?</i> Why everyone loves <i>you</i>! Your +husband idolizes you! Is it not so?"</p> + +<p>"Go look at my wardrobe; is anything deficient +there? My jewels—are they not the richest and +rarest? But with it all my woman's heart is still +unsatisfied. Ah, there is Lily; I hear her coming +up the stairs. She has, the foolish child, the same +wild longings, the same idealities that goad me. It +was these that woke my heart to her cry for love."</p> + +<p>Lily came bounding into the room her cheeks +and eyes bright with the excitement of her morning +ride.</p> + +<p>"I am so sorry you did not go with us," she said +as she kissed the pale lips of her dearest friend. +"I am sure it would have taken all of the pain out +of your head, the air is so pure and sweet. Besides +Charles is to return to Rosedale to-morrow where +his mother will follow in a few days, and Ellen +will not trust herself with the new coachman, he +is so easily frightened, the horses are so spirited; +and Mrs. Belmont is almost as bad. She says she +really believes he would jump from the box and +run if they should put up their ears a little higher +than usual. But you shall have one more ride, +and if he deserts his post I will take it. That<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> +would be only the exercise of one of my early accomplishments. +Dear old Rover," she continued, +half to herself. Where was Willie? Frequent +letters assured her that he was doing nicely in his +new vocation, while her constant memories of him +added to his content as new prospects opened before +him.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Belmont insisted that Lily should spend +one day at least with her before leaving the city, +and as Mr. Gaylord was expected soon her request +was speedily granted.</p> + +<p>"We are to have a drive along the beach," Lily +went on to say, "returning just as the moon rises. +I wish we were to have a larger party, but it was +not spoken of until yesterday. It will be delightful +I know! Already I feel the uprising of that +childhood's memory when I used to steal away to +look at the moon as it lay on the water and wished +I could go where it was."</p> + +<p>It was a delightful evening as the little party +started for their pleasant ride with the scent of +far-off flowers coming to them on the soft wings of +the southern breeze and the music of the great +ocean in their ears. Into this the bright day-king +was about to take his nightly plunge from behind +the royal colors of purple and gold.</p> + +<p>"What a little enthusiast you are about the +ocean!" remarked Mrs. Belmont in response to +some exclamation of admiration. "Perhaps you +would like to take another such a ride upon it as +you told me of?"</p> + +<p>"I do not think I should be more afraid now +than I then was if I were on those rose-colored +waves yonder rocking and rolling as they are +doing. I believe I should still imagine that the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> +voice of my mother was mingled with their song +lulling me to sleep!" Lily did not notice the +agitation of her companion or perceive that her +lips were of an ashy hue and her cheeks sunken +and pale, so much engrossed was she in the excitement +of the scene about her.</p> + +<p>"Turn to the right here," commanded Mrs. Belmont.</p> + +<p>"Lor! Lor, Missus! <i>Dat</i> road?"</p> + +<p>"Turn to the right and keep silent!" she repeated.</p> + +<p>"This <i>does</i> seem like an unfrequented path leading +into the woods," remarked Lily without any +seeming agitation.</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear; I am going to take you around a +little then come down abruptly to the beach. I +have been here and understand the way perfectly."</p> + +<p>"Have we come a long way?"</p> + +<p>"Only a few miles." Both were again silent.</p> + +<p>"How soon it gets dark after the sun goes +down," said Lily a few moments after. "May we +not better think of returning?"</p> + +<p>"Presently. There, take to the left now, it +will bring us around to the beach."</p> + +<p>Sam made no objection to the command this +time, but his shoulders evinced unmistakable signs +of inward dissatisfaction as he turned the horses into +the road which was narrow and half overgrown +with grass. Soon they came to a thickly-wooded +elevation, when Mrs. Belmont commanded that +they should halt! "We must turn to the left +again here in order to gain the main road; but I +want to show you, dear, more of the ocean than +you ever saw before at one view. We will walk a +little way—to the opening yonder, while you will<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> +remain here with the carriage, Sam, until we return."</p> + +<p>"It's <i>drefful</i> dark, Missus! Sam don't like it +nohow!"</p> + +<p>"I am very much of Sam's opinion," remarked +Lily who had alighted. "The moon will be up +in a few moments; besides, it is these trees that +make it so dark here!" Once more on firm footing +the fearlessness and buoyancy of her nature +returned to her, and the young girl darted away +toward the spot designated with a light and rapid +step.</p> + +<p>"Do not leave me to grope my way alone," +called Mrs. Belmont.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon and will stand here and +wait for you," came the reply. "I have not gained +the light yet, but it is a little way ahead; come!" +She waited for a moment as she had said, and +hearing a step on the right called out: "This way +Mrs. Belmont; where are you?"</p> + +<p>At this moment a pair of strong arms were +thrown about her and a voice hissed in her ear: +"Don't ye bawl, and ye shan't be hurt! I'se got +a strong grip and so ye'd better be quiet!" She +gave one shriek, and then finding he had bound +her hands while speaking shouted again the name +of "Mrs. Belmont!" Quick as thought a bandage +was thrust over her mouth which almost suffocated +her. "Thar, thar—I reckon yese'll be quiet +now!" and taking her in his powerful grasp bore +her rapidly away.</p> + +<p>"Sam! Sam!" screamed Mrs. Belmont; "come +quickly! Do you not hear the dear child calling? +Something has happened! Run and find her!" +She was close to the carriage and there was no<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> +need of calling so loudly; but the poor, frightened +negro did not move.</p> + +<p>"<i>Why do you not run?</i>"</p> + +<p>"O Lor, Lor, Missus! Dis nigger can't do +nothin'! I'se mighty 'fraid, Missus! Can't go +nohow!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Belmont wrung her hands in the very +abandonment of grief! "Poor, poor girl!" Then +darting into the woods she called with a loud +voice: "Lily! Lily!" But the roaring of the +waves not far away was her only answer. After +many exclamations of sorrow and outbursts of +grief; after much calling and many remonstrances +with the poor frightened negro for his good-for-nothingness +on <i>all</i> occasions, and this trying one +in particular, Mrs. Belmont reseated herself in the +carriage and commanded that Sam should drive as +rapidly as possible to the city.</p> + +<p>"Dat I will, Missus; but what ye do wid di +young lady?"</p> + +<p>"Drive to the city as I command you!" was the +emphatic answer.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Missus;" and after some hesitation and +audible ejaculations from Sam they gained the +highway and an hour after drove up to the door +of the St. Clair's.</p> + +<p>"What the deuce does this mean!" exclaimed +the old gentleman as Mrs. Belmont entered the +parlor with haggard looks and her long black hair +in disorder about her face. The sad story was +soon told amid sobs and exclamations from her +hearers.</p> + +<p>"What possessed you to remain down to the +beach at such a late hour?" interrogated Mr.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> +St. Clair angrily. "One could almost suspect +you of design."</p> + +<p>"My dear husband," said the wife; "do not be +too rash! The question is, what can we do for the +poor girl?"</p> + +<p>"Send to headquarters of the police immediately! +The place must be thoroughly searched +by moonlight and continued until she is found!"</p> + +<p>All this time Mrs. Belmont sat like one who +had suddenly lost the power of motion, while her +keen, dark eyes seemed to burn the carpet at her +feet. At last she arose and with the dignity of +former days walked from the room, and her carriage +was soon after heard rolling away from the +door.</p> + +<p>"You have offended your cousin Mr. St. Clair," +said the wife.</p> + +<p>"I do not care if I have! She had no business +to be out in such a place without being better attended +at any rate!"</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Gaylord must not hear of this to-night," +continued the good lady musingly as her husband +left the room. "How can I tell her! It is terrible!"</p> + +<p>Day after day was the search continued but +with no success. Mrs. Belmont had closed her +doors against all visitors, taking the precaution, +however, to station her servants where they would +be able to bring her the first news concerning the +missing one. Mr. Gaylord reached Savannah in +time to join in the search and administer consolation +to his newly-afflicted wife.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXI" id="CHAPTER_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI.</h2> + +<h3><a name="BREAKING_OF_HOME_TIES" id="BREAKING_OF_HOME_TIES"></a>BREAKING OF HOME TIES.</h3> + + +<p>Let the human soul wander where it will with +its burden of guilt; let it try as best it can to hide +its deformity under the covering of complacency, +the eye that never slumbers is upon it and an accusing +conscience will continue to repeat "thy sin +shall find thee out!" Poor Mrs. Belmont! Step +by step had she been led forward on the path where +she little expected to walk, but in her stepping +down from true womanhood she had been met by +the spirit of evil and he had guided her tremblingly +on.</p> + +<p>The third evening after the close of our last +chapter a tall figure in feminine attire might have +been seen in the street opposite her residence. A +half hour after, the side door of that house opened +softly and closed again as a closely-veiled woman +emerged into the darkness. Passing down the +main avenue it came to a street more unfrequented +where the two met and walked on together a few +moments in silence. At last stopping suddenly +the voice of Mrs. Belmont inquired in a subdued +tone, "Well—what are you going to say? <i>Quick!</i>"</p> + +<p>"I'se goin' to tell ye. I took the gal down to +the boat, but 'twas a mighty hard tug. She didn't +make no fuss tho', so I took off the handkerchief +and told her to be aisy and I'd treat her well.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> +Then came lots of questions but I didn't tell her +nothin'. The sea was mighty high and I know'd +there was no gettin' to the ship, so I jest hugged +the shore as near as I dast to 'til I got away where +nobody could find us, then I pulled up where I +know'd was good shelter to wait for the tide, when +gorry! I'd no more than sot foot on a hard rock +than the gal sprung to her feet and was off quick +as a wink! How she got her hands untied +nobody knows! But she couldn't ha' kept up five +minutes for the wind was risin' and the waves was +<i>awful</i>, so I reckon there's no more trouble for +nobody!"</p> + +<p>"You are a blunderer!" gasped his listener.</p> + +<p>"I'se done my best, that's all!"</p> + +<p>"Here—take that—and remember next week +you go to Charleston as a volunteer to fight, and +if you get shot so much the better for you! This +is the bounty to be given your family! Go—and +let me and this transaction die from your memory +forever! <i>Go!</i>"</p> + +<p>They separated and Mrs. Belmont returned to +her home with the same stealthy tread as that +with which she had left it. Alone in her chamber +the wretched woman listened once more long and +helplessly to the terrible upbraidings of conscience!</p> + +<p>"I did not intend all this," she cried. "O, no! +The stain of <i>murder</i> cannot be found on my soul! +I only thought—the great Judge knows I would +never have injured my own flesh and blood! The +great Judge!" she repeated, while a tremor ran +through her frame. "Yes, He knows I did not +mean all this! I was compelled—having taken<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> +the first step there was no retreating! Ah, that +first act! Whither will it lead me?"</p> + +<p>In the morning the storm had passed and Mrs. +Belmont came forth to light and life more rigid +and stern than before. It was said that "her sorrows +had made her grave; yet more grand and +dignified," and soon the "presumptuous" whispers +of blame were hushed, for one so <i>noble</i> as the +"mistress of Rosedale" <i>could not</i> be guilty of +crime! And the wave of public opinion closed +over the scene and the waters of social life were +calm again.</p> + +<p>George St. Clair had remained in Charleston +during these excitements, watching the progress of +other scenes even more sad and cruel, yet free +from the plague spots of crime, and bearing aloft +the banner held to be of glory and honor for the +reason that a nation, not an individual, had demanded +the sacrifice of many lives, not one! +South Carolina had drawn her ample robes more +closely about her and with one pitiful leap had +plunged over the fearful precipice down into the +dark and unexplored depths of the yawning chasm +of disunion, dragging after her a few of her unfortunate +sisters. No wonder they stood and +trembled upon the brink when it was once reached, +for there were mysteries wholly unlooked for +which seemed to lose their golden tints upon +nearer approach and assume the dignity of practical +realities. The little "affair" at Fort Sumter +somehow had cast a shadow of foreboding over +more than one chivalric heart.</p> + +<p>Col. St. Clair met his commanding officer the +morning after the surrender of the little half-starved +garrison, standing alone viewing through<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span> +his glass the noble fort with the new emblem of +glory floating over it.</p> + +<p>"Well—how do you like the looks of that, +Colonel? The Morning Star with <i>healing</i> in its +beams—ha?" Taking down his glass he turned +to his companion, who had not yet spoken, and +continued; "what the deuce is the matter with you +St. Clair? Your face ought to be shining with +victory, but instead it presents a perfect blank!"</p> + +<p>"As unreadable as our future," he replied with +an attempt at a smile.</p> + +<p>"Ah! A discovery! Getting tired already! +Hope the white feather has not began to grow as +soon as this!" There was a sneer on the face of +the speaker which his companion did not fail to +notice.</p> + +<p>"General," he said mildly, "I acknowledge with +deference your superiority in military rank, but do +not forget that the blood of the St. Clair's runs +through my veins, disseminating through my +being no mean cowardice, as you well know!" +The general laughed.</p> + +<p>"You are awake now my brave boy and more +like yourself! I only wanted to arouse you! Now +tell us, what is the matter? Something more than +our surroundings disturbs you. Out with it!"</p> + +<p>"What time do the Eaton's go north?" was the +calm inquiry.</p> + +<p>"Next Wednesday in the steamer from New +Orleans," the general replied in the same indifferent +tone.</p> + +<p>Another short silence ensued when St. Clair +again remarked: "We have won such a victory +that we can afford to rest for a time, I suppose? +The fact is, general," he continued, "I have received<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> +a telegram this morning that has disturbed +me not a little!"</p> + +<p>"I am glad your ill humor can be accounted +for. I never saw you appear so unlike yourself; +no bad news I hope!"</p> + +<p>The manner of his companion was particularly +offensive just then, but smothering his rage St. +Clair replied: "You understand that I would like +a furlough to return home for a few days! It +seems that my father must leave Savannah, where +he has been an honored and beloved citizen for +nearly half a century, or forfeit his life, for no other +reason than that he cannot at his advanced age +learn immediately the act of dissembling nor tear +from his heart the live-long love for the old flag."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean, St. Clair?"</p> + +<p>"I mean just <i>this</i>! My father was fired upon +last night while sitting quietly in his own library, +the ball passing a little above his head and lodged +in the wall opposite."</p> + +<p>The general was excited. "A blood-thirsty +<i>wretch</i>!" escaped from his lips, while his companion +continued calmly: "In order to save our +loved ones we must push them off into the enemy's +country; now honestly, general, has not that +a smack of the ridiculous about it?" Without +waiting for a reply he turned, remarking: "It is +time that I was at work if I am permitted to go on +the next train."</p> + +<p>Anna Pierson was alone in the school room, her +head bowed upon the desk before which she was +sitting. A sheet of letter paper with a few lines +written upon it was lying beside her, while the +idle pen with the ink dried upon it had apparently +fallen on the page blearing and spoiling it. Poor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> +Anna! She had sat there a long time silent and +motionless, seemingly unconscious even when little +May stole softly into the room to tell "Miss +Anna" that Uncle George had come; she was +obliged to run back with the intelligence that +Miss Anna was asleep; neither did the tread of +heavier feet arouse her when nearly half an hour +later George St. Clair quietly pushed back the +half-open door and stood irresolutely for a moment +on the threshold. She was not asleep as he well +knew, for a low, deep sigh reached him, and the +little hand that hung so listlessly over the corner +of the desk on which her head was resting +trembled. In a moment he was beside her, and +taking the bowed head between his hands he +raised it tenderly and looked down into the tear-stained +face.</p> + +<p>"Anna!"</p> + +<p>"George St. Clair!" she exclaimed with almost +a shriek, at the same time attempting to rise. But +he held her fast.</p> + +<p>"No, Anna! It takes a longer time than you +have given me to get a perfect daguerreotype! I +want the memory of this just as I found it, tear-stained +and all! It is no more than I deserve. I +should not have been so cruelly selfish as not to +have told you weeks ago to leave Savannah and +return to your northern home."</p> + +<p>"Is it too late now?"</p> + +<p>"No, but you must be speedy! More than this, +you must take my father and mother and Ellen +with you!"</p> + +<p>"With me?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Anna; we cannot leave them here after +what has happened."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span></p> + +<p>"O, no; I shall be so happy! But George—"</p> + +<p>"What, Anna?"</p> + +<p>"My mother is a widow in humble circumstances—"</p> + +<p>"Do you imagine that I would burden yourself +or your mother?"</p> + +<p>"Not that," she interrupted. "I was only +thinking of the change from a home of luxury to +one of only comfort, yet very peaceful and dear, at +least to me. But it would be delightful if I could +make them as happy and joyous in <i>my</i> humble +home as they have made me in theirs. Will they +let me try?"</p> + +<p>"Has no one but the three you have mentioned +added a morsel to your enjoyment since you have +been an inmate of this home?"</p> + +<p>The blood rushed to her cheeks and brow and +she struggled to liberate herself that he might not +look so intently down into her swimming eyes, +which she well knew would tell him more than +she would have him know.</p> + +<p>"Then there was no one else! Well—take +them; I will consign them to your care until the +detestable struggle is over! When this is done I +will relieve you. Bertha is a true rebel and will +have no fears in remaining where she is."</p> + +<p>The voice of the speaker was low and tremulous +as he uttered these words, and Anna thought that +she had never before seen his face so pale and thin. +He had permitted her to rise and she now stood +before him. Did she love him? She had asked +herself that question many months previously, and +although her lips were prompt in their denial her +heart had remained silent. It throbbed now as +she met his troubled gaze and beheld the look of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> +sorrow on his face. It was for a moment only. +For the first time her eyes fell upon his military +dress; it was a rebel uniform! A flood of recollections +rolled in upon her in deadly combat. Would +that hand which had so lately touched her cheek +spill the life-blood of those who were so dear to +her? The thought sent the blood back to her +heart and left cheek and lip pallid and cold! With +an involuntary shudder she laid her trembling +hand on his shoulder and tried to speak, but the +words died on her pale lips. George St. Clair +passed his arm about her and drew her to a seat on +the sofa. "You are ill; sit here until I procure +some water!"</p> + +<p>"No, no; I am not ill; it is over now. You came +to talk to me about going home. It is very kind +of you;" and, rising, she extended her hand. He +took it tenderly in his as she continued: "I joyfully +accept the charge you have placed in my care, +and will endeavor to be to them all you could wish; +and now, before our last farewell, make me one +promise, will you." Her lips quivered, but with +an effort she thrust back the tears that were welling +up from her full heart, while her hand lay +motionless in his. "It is this: Should one or both +of my brothers, through the fickleness of war, be +thrown into your power, that you will let the memories +of the last eighteen months soften your heart +with mercy toward them."</p> + +<p>"Has this uniform converted me into a monster? +I do not wonder? Yet I promise you all +and more! God only knows what those memories +of which you speak will do with me. Now we will +go and talk the departure over with the rest, yet +not with that pale face, Anna. It would add a new<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span> +pang to the sorrows of my parents, who are now +unhappy with the prospects of expulsion, as they +term it. Have you not one kind word for me now +that we are so soon to part, perhaps never to meet +again? O, Anna, I had torn from my life's history +several pages which I had determined to read +to you to-day, but cannot now." He raised her +hand to his lips. "Farewell! we will go. To-morrow, +no doubt, you will be busy; the next day +we must be in Charleston to intercept a New Orleans +steamer going north. This route will be a little +longer but more agreeable, as every train is thoroughly +searched for any who may be going thither +with more information concerning our plans than +would be desirable. Again farewell." He dropped +her hand and left the room.</p> + +<p>Anna sank down again on the sofa, and for a few +moments gave vent to her pent-up tears. The succeeding +day was full of sadness and bustle. Many +tears were shed, and presentiments indulged in. +The invincible Bertha alone stood firm and apparently +unmoved. Only once did the son and brother +appear with the family. He came to dinner, but +disappeared as soon as it was over. Anna tried to +think of her home, where she would soon be, of +the joy of her fond mother at the reunion, but it +was piercing the cloud to draw the sunshine from +beyond.</p> + +<p>In one week the little party arrived safely in +Washington; from there they took the cars for +Baltimore, and thence to New York.</p> + +<p>A few miles back from the noble old Hudson +stands a pleasant little village, nestled in among +the green hills and wide-spreading trees, cosy and +quiet, excepting where the rapid stream comes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span> +rushing down through the valley, turning in its +course two huge splashing wheels that never grow +weary as they keep on with their work, propelling +the machinery of the massive cotton mills which +were the life and pride of the inhabitants for many +miles around. It looked calm and peaceful as seen +from the deck of the steamer, where Anna was sitting, +and her heart bounded with ecstacy as the +pleasant remembrances of her home life came sweeping +over her. She had been sitting with the hand +of Ellen St. Clair clasped tightly in her own, apparently +listening to her exclamations of delight +at the grand scenery through which they were +passing, while in truth she was harkening to other +voices that came up from the past, and gazing on +the many sweet faces that filled her heart with a +new joy, and drew back for a while the dark curtains +that seemed to hang between her and the +shadowed future.</p> + +<p>"I declare, I do not believe you have heard one +word I have been saying." This from Ellen at +last. "All of that ecstasy is wasted; and I indulge +in it so seldom! Tell me, Anna, what were +you thinking about?"</p> + +<p>"Of home, dear Ellen, and how happy we will +all be together."</p> + +<p>"But Father thinks we may better take rooms at +the hotel; he is afraid."</p> + +<p>"I understand all. They will be better acquainted +with our habits soon, and, it may be, will +think more leniently of us; but I am responsible +for your safe-keeping, you know, and could not +think of extending my care over more than a mile +to the hotel." Anna smiled, while Ellen's laugh<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> +reached the parents who were sitting some distance +from them.</p> + +<p>"They are happy, wife," suggested Mr. St. +Clair, "and I reckon we might as well be so too, +and make the best of circumstances."</p> + +<p>The little circle in the widow's cottage would +have been happy, yes joyous, had there not +been two vacant chairs at the evening gatherings +and at the morning devotions, while the sound of +war came to them from the distance, telling of +bloodshed, of anguish, of heart-strings breaking +and homes made desolate forever. It was sad; but +the widow never ceased to pray, and with her petitions +there went up a meed of praise that He had +given her the power to offer, on the altar of sacrifice, +her first born, with his brother, both true and noble.</p> + +<p>Colonel St. Clair's letters were frequent, and +although full of love and solicitude for his parents +and Ellen, he had never more than casually mentioned +the name of Anna in any of them. But his +sister was with her and she was happy. Having +never herself known the love of a sister, she fancied +that in this dear friend she had at last found +a recompense for her years of unsatisfied longing. +Milton has said "The happiness of a nation consists +in true religious piety, justice, prudence, temperance, +fortitude, and the contempt of avarice and +ambition; they in whom these virtues dwell eminently +need not kings to make them happy; but +are the architects of their own happiness, and +whether to themselves or others are not less than +kings." And we add, the country who has these +virtues and lives upon the principles emanating +therefrom needs not war to wipe out injustice and +wrong.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXII" id="CHAPTER_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="LEADING_HER_ON" id="LEADING_HER_ON"></a>LEADING HER ON.</h3> + + +<p>The path downward is easy of descent, even +though the end thereof be eternal ruin! There +were thousands at the time of which we are writing +(as well as in all stages of human life) who +threw themselves from the lofty pinnacle of true +nobility to grovel awhile in the slough of wickedness, +then perish forever! How terrible must be +the awakening of such a soul, if the kind Ruler +should ever permit the awakening to come, and +yet worse, sadly worse, would be the unconscious +sleep that plunges its victim over the precipice of +ruin to be aroused at last beyond the boundaries +of hope!</p> + +<p>One night after the first signal defeat of the +southern army, which seemed to dim for awhile +the bright halo of victory that had darted up the +horizon from northern skies, a circle of ladies were +gathered in a spacious parlor in Charleston, doubtless +for business purposes, and those of no ordinary +character, if we should judge by the earnest debates +that were carried on in one corner by a +group apart from the rest, or by the sage countenances +and serious deportment of the others.</p> + +<p>One of the number, a tall lady in black, had +arisen from her seat on the sofa, where she had +been discussing for a long time some important<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +subject in which all appeared particularly interested, +and was now walking with measured +tread and folded arms up and down the long parlors, +seemingly unconscious of the low buzz of +subdued voices which fell on her ear at every turn, +for her dark, keen eyes had never once been raised +from the carpet on which she was treading.</p> + +<p>Just outside of the window stood a large magnolia +tree whose upper branches reached the narrow +opening made by letting down the window to +admit the fragrant air from the blossoms outside. +To-night this had not been neglected, and as the +heavy lace curtains were pushed slightly to one +side a pair of dark, wondering eyes peered down +upon the scene below. In the kitchen another +group had gathered; their faces were darker and +their clothing coarser and homelier than those +upon which the slave boy was gazing from his +elevated seat in the magnolia tree, but the all-absorbing +subject had fired the blood and quickened +the pulse alike of each. Harry had +determined to learn as much as possible about the +excitement, and his heart had beat rapidly as he +listened to much that had been said by those who +had occupied the sofa directly under the window; +but he could hear little now and he waited impatiently +for the return of the principal speaker +who provokingly continued her thoughtful promenade. +He was thinking of the light, frail mulatto +girl down stairs who was nervously waiting for +his appearance and the new secret he was to confide +in her; and the half hour seemed to extend to +an interminable length.</p> + +<p>It ended at last. The tall figure reseated itself +in the chair, and the eager face of the listener<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> +pressed hard to the frame of the window that his +ear might not lose a word.</p> + +<p>"Yes; <i>I will go!</i>" were the first that reached +him.</p> + +<p>"You have decided nobly!" exclaimed several +in a breath.</p> + +<p>"It is just what I knew you would do after deliberating +upon it!" replied the one who seemed +to be particularly addressed. "You are so much +better fitted for the mission than any one present! +Your queenly bearing and imperious manners +would command the confidence and respect of +strangers. Then your acquaintance in Washington +would so materially assist you! It has been +proven that our army must act with skill as well +as power, and as the colonel says, 'we <i>must</i> learn +something of their plans before they are brought +against us, if we are to overthrow them.' For this +you are well adapted as you will have no trouble +in mingling with the most refined, or in select circles +where such things are ably discussed." Mrs. +Belmont had been sitting during this speech +seemingly absorbed in her meditations, but the +listener outside lost not a word.</p> + +<p>"You will disguise yourself in some way, I suppose," +suggested another. Mrs. Belmont aroused +herself at this.</p> + +<p>"I will take one hundred dollars only of the +money subscribed, and will return to this house +one week from to-day without a card and my name +shall be 'Mrs. Southey.' If Harry does not recognize +me I shall feel secure. His keen eyes and +quick perceptions would penetrate my mask I +know if it could be done. I intend it shall be +complete, but this shall be my test!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span></p> + +<p>An approving hum went round the circle. "But +supposing he <i>should</i> know you?" suggested the +mistress. "I fear that half-blooded rascal—he +knows altogether too much if I can read aright the +merry twinkle in his eyes and the inquiring look +with which he scrutinizes every stranger who +visits here. But we will try him. We must not +shrink from any imaginary ill when you are to +risk so much for our good," continued the lady.</p> + +<p>Harry gave a low chuckle as he thought, +"Neber you fear dis chile; he won't know nothin' +dis time su' as de worl'! Jus' you watch his eye +when Mrs.—Mrs.—what de name; well, 'twant +Belmont, dat's sartin! He-he—reckon dis 'half-blood +rascal' got 'nuf dis time!" And the nimble +figure scrambled noiselessly down to the ground +and darted away to find Nelly who was anxiously +waiting for him.</p> + +<p>"O Harry!" she exclaimed as he caught her in +his arms; "I was <i>so</i> 'feared you'd be wanted! I +heard de bell ring and de ladies are agoin'!"</p> + +<p>"Let 'em go, Nelly; you'll be a lady some day +jes' as good as any on 'em! I heered lots and +we's goin' t' be free! Hurrah!"</p> + +<p>"O Harry, hush; somebody'll hear ye, sartin'."</p> + +<p>"Oh I could yell jus' like de sojers! Hurrah! +But dis chile's got to wait; de good time's +comin', Nelly, de good time's comin'; but dar's de +bell—dat means dis rascal, su'," and away the light +figure bounded, leaping up two steps at once as he +proceeded to the upper hall where some ladies +were standing ready to take their departure.</p> + +<p>"Where were you, boy, to make Mrs. Belmont +wait so long? I rang twice," exclaimed the mistress, +as he came slowly into their presence.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span></p> + +<p>"'Spects I must 'a' fell asleep Missus. Didn't hear +only dis once."</p> + +<p>"You had better keep awake another time. Now +hand the ladies to their carriages, and see if you +cannot be as polite as your young master would be +if he were here." There was a hearty laugh as the +servant opened the door, bowing most obsequiously +as several passed out before him, he following to +do the honors of the "young gentleman."</p> + +<p>At the appointed time Mrs. Belmont appeared +at the door of her friend, and was ushered into the +parlor by the facetious Harry, who bowed as unconcernedly +as the lady herself could desire. Upon +extending his hand for the card he was supposed +to expect, she said, blandly: "Tell your mistress +that Mrs. Southey is waiting for her;" and bowing +low the servant left the room to obey her command. +On the staircase he halted to perform several +ludicrous gyrations, while the merry twinkle +in his eyes laughed itself out, and when he reached +his lady's private boudoir they told no tale of inward +excitement.</p> + +<p>"Mis' Southey is a waitin', Missus." The sharp +eyes of the mistress were upon him, but he remained +unmoved, whistling a few low notes at the +same time beating a subdued tattoo upon the door.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Southey?" repeated the lady, without removing +her gaze, but not a muscle moved in the +face she was scanning.</p> + +<p>"Tell her to come to me," she continued, and +the servant departed. Great would have been the +chagrin of the mistress had she seen the humble +slave boy as he descended to the parlor below. +Catching a glimpse of Nelly at the farther end of +the long hall, he threw himself into the most<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span> +laughable contortions, which provoked in her +convulsive chuckles at the same time adding +a reproof by a dubious shake of the head. In a +few moments more the door closed behind Mrs. +Belmont as she entered her friend's room and the +two were alone together.</p> + +<p>"I am sure he had not the least idea who you +were, and no wonder! I do not believe I should +recognize you myself if we should meet on the +street;" remarked the lady as her visitor seated +herself. "How strangely you look in that gray +traveling suit!"</p> + +<p>"Not more so to you than to myself;" was the +low reply.</p> + +<p>"Your hair put back so plainly, and those +glasses, have really added half a score to your +years. No one will doubt your origin, or that you +are an English lady of the old school." The +speaker laughed merrily, but the visitor remained +calm and silent, having been led by her companion +far away into the future where new scenes and new +duties awaited her. It was a perilous task she +had undertaken, and no one understood it better +than herself. But the last few years had been fitting +her for the risks she were to encounter.</p> + +<p>"It was true that no one within the circle of my +acquaintances was so well fitted to act this part in +the great drama of war," was her conclusion, and +no one had such a reason for hating the foe as had +she, and while she was performing this great service +for her country she could at the same time pay +off the debt of her blighted hopes. During the +short visit quite another scene was being enacted +below stairs. Harry and Nelly were standing together +in one corner of the large kitchen engaged<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> +in close conversation, notwithstanding the protestations +of Aunt Nancy, who reiterated a dozen +times a day at least the declaration "Dat boy Harry +don't arn de salt in his porridge." For once her +words rattled away in the air and fell unheeded on +the ears they were aimed at.</p> + +<p>"I tell you, Nell," said the slave, "dar's somethin' +goin' t' happen jes suits dis chap. We'll +have a fine house all our own, and some little +Sambo to take care ob de chilerns, and, and—"</p> + +<p>"Go away, you Harry," and the girl slapped his +round cheek, with a yellow hand that delighted to +push back the curtains hanging about her future +as well as did her lover.</p> + +<p>"Well, I hearn 'em talk, and old Ben sang 'de +Good Time's Comin', louder last Sabba-day dan he +eber did afore. It's comin' Nell. I jes thought—I'll +tell Ben, and set him praying for it. He'll make +it all right, sartin, sure; and when we get de big +house we'll take old Ben to mind de chilerns. +He'll like dat for pay, sartin." Nelly laughed, and +declared again that Aunt Nancy wanted her, then +darted away, followed by the laugh of her lover.</p> + +<p>Three weeks after Mrs. Belmont arrived safely +in Washington. In due time she took up her lodging +with the family whom she had known several +years previously, and who well understood her +mission in the city.</p> + +<p>As the "wealthy English lady who had fled from +the South on account of her anti-war principles," +she was admitted to the most private circles, where +she promulgated her "abolition" doctrines to the +evident satisfaction of her numerous admirers. +It did seem a very strange thing that the anticipated +movements of the Union army should be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> +known to the enemy long before they were brought +to maturity. But had the puzzled authorities seen +the tall gentleman who came leisurely up the long +avenue three times a week until he reached the +farther end, where he would look carelessly about +him, and stopping under a certain tree take from +beneath a stone a folded paper, then walk as slowly +on, they would have easily imagined that in this +was the mystery concealed. Yet it would have required +a great amount of credulity to believe that +Mrs. Southey, who had so won the hearts of the +people, could have possibly known of, much less +have written, those mysterious epistles. Only once +did her large eyes lose their determined look, or +the crimson wave of self reproach roll over her +stern face, but the calm face of our noble President, +as he held her hand in his, scrutinizing her +face, brought them both to view. Did those penetrating +eyes pierce the mask she was wearing? +Did that manly soul discover the spirit of rebellion +looking out through those orbs that so shrank +back at his gaze? It was only for a moment. He +bowed while the old smile returned to his plain +face as he extended his hand to the next visitor.</p> + +<p>Abraham Lincoln sleeps to-day in a martyr's +grave, but the touch of his warm hand, without +one stain of human blood upon it, and that look +from those reproachful eyes, so full of love and +good will to all, sank with a heavy weight down +into the traitor's heart that night and were living, +real things to the wretched woman, who lived to +mourn over the sin of treachery, not only to her +country but her home-loves. Alas! that any +should think to subdue the tempest of remorse +which comes to beat upon it, by prevarication or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> +crime. The eye of justice cannot be deceived. +Did these thoughts sometimes come to the miserable +woman, who tossed upon her bed as the memories +from the past came back to torment her? +Where was her child? Her Lillian? It had been +many months since she had heard from her directly, +and there were times when the terrible presentiment +of coming disgrace would haunt her +dreams and fill her waking moments with dread. +The war—the terrible war! Her son was probably +in it, surrounded with the dangers of a common +soldier. George St. Clair was in it. The mighty +wave of devastation was rolling southward, and +Rosedale was cut off from her approach, perhaps +forever. Where was the end to be? What wonder +that she trembled at every report of aggression +or conflict that sped towards her! But worse +than all this was the terrible consciousness that +sin had stained her soul with blood. Never for a +moment did the awakened conscience cease its upbraidings. +In vain did she answer back: "Say +not this of me. Murder is <i>not</i> one of my transgressions. +I did <i>not</i> mean all that!"</p> + +<p>But the voice would not be silenced.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/fig250.jpg" width="200" height="186" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="A_DAY_IN_THE_HOSPITAL" id="A_DAY_IN_THE_HOSPITAL"></a>A DAY IN THE HOSPITAL.</h3> + + +<p>On almost every breeze came the sounds of conflicts +or victories, or defeats, or mournings and heart-breakings, +which chimed harshly with the shouts +of exultations and cheers of the conquering hosts. +On every breeze went up also to the great Father +and God of battles the wail of anguish, the cry +for mercy from breaking hearts, as well as the earnest +plea for protection for loved ones in the perils +of war; and the gentle spirit whispered to the +despairing soul, "What I do ye know not now, +but ye shall know." Blessed comforter! What +could be done with all the mysteries of life that +continually creep about us to chill and paralyze our +being were it not for its peaceful influences? But +let us return to glance at the terrible battle of Bull +Run, which sent dismay into thousands of homes +where the dearest ties of love were severed and the +strongest links of earth broken forever. Let history +paint the dark cloud that hung over the +blood-stained field, casting their sombre shadows +on the lonely graves of the early sacrificed.</p> + +<p>There was much wondering in high circles how +the plan of attack was so well known to the opposite +forces, which would have ceased could they +have looked in upon the "wealthy English lady" +for a moment, who with her hostess, was waiting<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> +for their private messenger who was expected every +moment with the latest news from the seat of conflict, +which was to assure them that the Union army +was defeated. The dignity of the mistress of +Rosedale was for the time laid aside while she reveled +in the very abandonment of her exuberant +joy.</p> + +<p>"This pays me after all for the risks I have +run," she exclaimed with a toss of her regal head. +"Wondering eyes will flash to-day, and aching +hearts exult. I have been waiting for this. The +hour of vengeance never loses itself though the +whole world should turn over in wholesale confusion."</p> + +<p>"Do not, Mrs. Southey!" pleaded her companion, +"for it seems even to me that there is a sure +prophecy in your words. Vengeance! Will it +hunt us out at last?"</p> + +<p>"Hush! I was not speaking of such minor +facts as ourselves. The prophecy, as you term it, +only incidentally bubbled up with the shouts of +victory; that was all." But the stern face paled +perceptibly as she uttered these careless words.</p> + +<p>"It may be well to shout, still I advise you not +to be too highly elated, for remember the reports +are not all in yet, and I am in possession of a few +drawbacks as to the final results. By the way, did +you notice the remark of that senator last night +about traitors and spies? I looked up to see if you +experienced any peculiar sensations about the +throat."</p> + +<p>"Did I show any signs of suffocation?"</p> + +<p>"I did not perceive it."</p> + +<p>"Then your look was not very penetrating. I +hope all of my friends will be equally considerate."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Then you did feel a little uncomfortable?"</p> + +<p>"Only for a moment. I might, of course, make +a misstep that would slightly disarrange my mask, +and it would, as you know, be uncomfortable to +have curious eyes peering beneath it, and the possibility, +at times, causes a little unpleasantness." +A smile played feebly across the face of the speaker, +which soon died away, leaving cheek and brow +a shade paler than before. No doubt her soul had +taken another peep through the rifted curtain +that was shutting out her future, and beheld something +that must have appalled her. And what +wonder? "The way of the transgressor is hard."</p> + +<p>"I have been thinking," continued the other +lady, after a long pause, "that we must follow the +noble example of the patriotic ladies of Washington +and visit the hospitals. We might do great +good there. Kindly hearts and willing hands will, +without doubt, be in great demand on the present +occasion. As for me, I am anxious to be about +the work," and she turned to the window.</p> + +<p>"A grand thought, and shows conclusively that +you have remarkable diplomatic powers, altogether +unlooked for in our sex. I shall be ready +to follow your lead in such a noble suggestion at +our earliest convenience; but it will never do to go +empty-handed. The poor fellows will need many +things. If we are to be ministering angels, you +know, we must take the oil and wine."</p> + +<p>How different from all this were the feelings and +aspirations of the little group gathered together in +the widow's cottage on the banks of the grand old +Hudson. Three days after the above conversation +in Washington, Anna Pierson returned from the +village post-office, as was her custom, bearing in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> +her hand several papers, which were distributed as +usual.</p> + +<p>"No letters, Mother," was the prompt reply to +the anxious, inquiring look as she entered. "It +is not time, unless they were written immediately, +and we should not expect that."</p> + +<p>Her words were cheerful, for she had carefully +prepared them during her walk; but her heart was +troubled with fearful apprehensions, and she dared +not consult one of those silent messengers that +were clasped so tightly in her hand until she had +entered her own room and seated herself by the +window. Then she cast her eyes over the long +columns: "The Great Battle! From our own +Correspondent." Why did she not read further? +She had longed all day for that very article, and +now that it was before her, her eyes turned towards +the clouds in the west as though her thoughts +were all centered within their shadowy folds. Ah, +there are many hearts to-day wherein these sad +memories still linger. <i>They</i> could tell why Anna +Pierson did not read, why she shrank from the terrible +revelations that might be before her. There +were many names included in the correspondent's +letter over which her eyes hurriedly ran.</p> + +<p>"Thank God!" Fell from her lips as she reached +the end of the list without seeing a familiar name; +but below was a P. S.:</p> + +<p>"I have just learned that Col. St. Clair of the +Confederate army has been brought into our lines +dangerously wounded."</p> + +<p>The paper dropped upon the floor beside her as +she sat silent and motionless among the falling +shadows, until a timid rap on the door startled +her. In a moment Ellen entered, and without a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> +word threw herself at Anna's feet, and, hiding her +face in her companion's dress, wept aloud. An +arm stole softly about her neck and a hand +smoothed caressingly the dark braids of her hair.</p> + +<p>"Don't, O don't, dear Ellen," she said; "let us +talk together. I have been a full half-hour coming +to a conclusion regarding my duty in this terrible +crisis. Listen, now, while I tell you my determination." +These words of love were so gentle and +kind, and her voice so full of sympathy, that Ellen +soon found herself soothed and comforted under +their tender influences.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Anna, do tell me, for I was never at such +a loss regarding my own duty as now, and perhaps +your decision may aid me."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps it will. Well, it is this: I am going +to him. He will need tender care, and I will bestow +it. You, dear girl, must take my place here; +will you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Anna, but—"</p> + +<p>"No matter; you know I was to give you my +matured decision, so do not imagine that it is possible +for me to waver."</p> + +<p>"Your mother, Anna; what will she say?"</p> + +<p>"She will not hinder me. But I shall expect +you to be a daughter to her as well as to your own +parents. All will need you to cheer them during +my absence. I shall place them in your care with +the full faith that all will be well."</p> + +<p>"I cannot understand you, Anna. I came here +faint and trembling at the very thought of his sufferings, +to find you all ready to go to his relief, +willing to sacrifice home for only a friend, while I, +his sister, had not supposed such a thing possible."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Only a friend." Was this true? Could sympathy +alone have compelled such a sacrifice? +Memories of other days came stealing in upon her +senses like sweet odors from a far-off land, but she +thrust them aside, and kissing the upturned face +before her, said, smilingly:</p> + +<p>"Never mind, dear; perhaps you will know me +better some day. You are, however, mistaken in +thinking me all ready, for I shall be obliged to +wait until Monday to finish my preparations. I +shall gather a few luxuries with many little things +that I feel I shall require; so let us go to work +and banish present sorrow with busy hands."</p> + +<p>True to her purpose, in three days Anna +emerged from her baptism of benedictions and +farewells, and, laden with endearing messages and +tokens of love for the suffering one, stepped on +board the "Vanderbilt," that was to bear her forward +on her chosen errand of mercy. Numerous +and varied were the emotions that took possession +of her heart as, when alone seated on the deck of +the noble steamer, she found time at last for calm +reflection. Would she find him alive? And +would he be glad to see her? Then came stealing +into her thoughts the unwelcome fact, like the +whisperings of the serpent in the garden of +flowers: "He is a rebel!" The suggestions ran on; +"will it be possible to minister to the necessities +of one like him without incurring censure? A +<i>rebel</i>!" Tears came to her eyes. She had taken +no time for weeping since the sad news reached +her, but now she gave free vent to them although +knowing that curious eyes were upon her. But +sorrow was no uncommon spectacle in those days +of bereavement and heart-breakings. Then came +a thought as softly as steals the soft sunbeam that +dries up the summer rain: "My brothers are safe; +his hand is powerless now to do them harm. Who +knows but he will cease to contend for a cause he +has not loved; to struggle for a victory his heart +never desired."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;"><a name="She_placed_the_cup_to_his_lips" id="She_placed_the_cup_to_his_lips"></a> +<img src="images/fig259.jpg" width="418" height="600" alt=""She placed the cup to his lips."" title=""She placed the cup to his lips."" /> +<span class="caption smcap">"She placed the cup to his lips."</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span></p> + +<p>One who had not looked on the scenes in a hospital +after a battle, has no idea of the soul-depressing +sights that everywhere present themselves. +So thought Anna who, after two days of restlessness +and anxiety in Washington, at last obtained +permission to go to Alexandria where she was +most needed. While standing among the dead and +dying, what wonder that her cheeks paled and her +eyes were filled with tears of pity? It was where +new accessions were almost continually being made +of such as had not previously been able to be +moved from the field-tents and private houses +where they had been carried. The poor sufferers +were brought in upon stretchers or blankets and +laid on the floor, waiting for their wounds to be +examined, or the stumps of amputated limbs to be +redressed, and weather-beaten bodies to be made +more comfortable generally; before being taken +to the next ward, where nice clean beds were +waiting them. Just before her a young man with +dark brown hair and deep blue eyes was lying on +a mattress where two men had placed him. One +leg was gone, and a blood-stained bandage was +about his forehead. How pale and wan he looked! +His gaze was upon her, and his lips moved. In a +moment she was beside him. "Water," was all +she could make out. Here was work; why should +she be looking for any other? She placed the cup +to his lips and raised his head tenderly while he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> +drank. A cup of cold water! How sweet were +the blessings that came in upon her soul as she +gave it to him! "Thank you," and a feeble smile +came to his lips.</p> + +<p>"Will you take this basin and wash some of +their hands and faces?" asked a cheery voice near +her. "I will get another. Poor fellows; they +sadly need soap and water before clean clothing +can be put on them."</p> + +<p>It was a kind, sympathizing face into which she +looked while listening to the request, and although +she hesitated to commence so strange a task, it was +but for a moment. There was a world of thankfulness +in the blue eyes that looked into hers as she +took away the blood-stained bandage and smoothed +back the dark locks from the brow while she +bathed and cooled it with a soft, gentle hand.</p> + +<p>"You are so kind," he murmured at last; "God +bless you."</p> + +<p>"He does," was the quiet answer, and the mild +eyes closed, but not to sleep.</p> + +<p>"Do you suffer much?" she asked as she laid +the hand she had been washing back on the heaving +breast.</p> + +<p>"Not much; yet I shall not live. My mother, +O my mother!" A tear escaped from beneath the +closed lids and dropped down upon the hard pillow. +Anna saw it as she turned to leave and stopped to +wipe it away. "I will see you again," she whispered +and then passed on.</p> + +<p>A burly son of Erin was lying near with an arm +missing and a foot thickly bandaged. With an +encouraging smile from the nurse who was engaged +in administering to one who might have +been his brother, Anna bared her arms to the work.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Shall I try to improve your appearance a little?" +she asked, at the same time kneeling beside +him.</p> + +<p>"Holy Vargin bless ye, Miss," he ejaculated. +"It's not the likes of ye's who should be doin' it; +but the Son of Mary will bless ye, Miss. Look +yonder," he continued, "d'ye see that gray-back +in the corner there? He's a reb; ye's wont wash +his face, sure?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly we will," replied Anna, who could +not help smiling at the eagerness of her questioner. +"The Bible tells us to 'do good to them +that despitefully use us.' I have no doubt his face +needs washing as much as yours, and should I not +do it?"</p> + +<p>"Faith and I'd put lots of soap in his eyes, and +wash up instead of down, if I did it at all, at all."</p> + +<p>The girl sighed as she tugged away at the worn +out boot that seemed unwilling to yield to her powers, +but it came off at last, and with elevated nostrils +she continued her labor of mercy. While +thus engaged she looked occasionally towards the +rebel coat in the corner; but it was not he for +whom she had been anxiously searching, yet her +heart did not fail to upbraid her for an apparent +neglect. She had inquired as often as she thought +judicious, but had learned nothing. "Perhaps he +will soon be brought in," she thought, and her +eyes turned searchingly upon every new-comer. +Close by was one who had just finished his mortal +sufferings, and beyond another so still that one +might have thought him dead; but as Anna laid +her hand upon his forehead he opened his eyes +and looked at her.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span></p> + +<p>The surgeons were busy with their work, and +all day her hands were never idle. Three times +had she received the last words of love from pallid +lips for loved ones far away, and each time had +promised to send their precious remembrances or +tokens of undying affection from the lost whom +they never in life would look upon again; and no +wonder that at last she should return to her lodgings +weary and sick at heart!</p> + +<p>"I fear I have kept you waiting," she said as +she passed her landlady in the hall; "but I have +been very busy."</p> + +<p>"I understand it; how worn-out you must be! +Katy is in the kitchen keeping a cup of tea for +you," and with a thankful heart Anna proceeded +thither followed by the lady.</p> + +<p>"I hope you will pardon me," she continued, +"but a soldier has been almost thrust upon me +to-day, and I have been obliged to change your +room. I was sure you would forgive me after you +knew all. He is an officer whom the general did +not like to take to the hospital, as it would not be +very pleasant for him, being a prisoner from the +Confederate army."</p> + +<p>"A Confederate?" queried Anna, with some agitation. +"Do you know his name?"</p> + +<p>"Colonel St. Clair. Why, my dear girl, how +strangely you look! Is he a friend of yours?"</p> + +<p>"He is. Is he severely wounded?"</p> + +<p>"Badly, I believe, yet I do not know how. +Would you like to see him to-night?"</p> + +<p>"No, unless he needs my services."</p> + +<p>"I think he was sleeping when I came down. +The surgeon was here an hour ago, and his negro +servant is with him now."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Then I will not disturb him. In the morning +I will go."</p> + +<p>Anna Pierson forgot her weariness as she seated +herself with her writing desk to finish up her +day's toils by penning the promised letters of +sympathy and condolence to the friends of those +who had that day entered the silent land where +there would be no more war; and when all was +finished thoughts of home, and loved ones waiting +there, came and she wrote on, closing with the +promise to finish on the morrow after she had seen +him whom she came to seek. And then she slept.</p> + +<p>Before the night had gathered up all its dark +shadows there came a low rap on her door which +aroused her, and, springing from her bed, wondered +how she could have slept so long. Mrs. +Howard entered.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry to awake you so soon," she said, +"but he seems so anxious to have you come to +him, that I could not well wait longer. I told +him there was a lady here to see him, but would +not tell him your name. He appears a little +brighter this morning, and says he rested pretty +well," she continued. "Shall I tell him you are +coming?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, in just a minute; for you know it does +not take us Yankee girls long to dress," she responded, +assuming a playfulness she did not at all +feel. True to her word, however, in a marvelously +short time she opened the door of the sick man's +chamber softly and closed it again as noiselessly +behind her. His face was turned towards the +wall, and he did not move until she stood beside +him. Softly laying her hand on his she whispered +his name, "George St. Clair." A sudden flush<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span> +of joy overspread his face as his fingers closed +tightly over hers, while the response, "Anna, my +good angel, how came you here?" burst from his +lips. "How glad I am that I have not on that +hated uniform. You will not despise me now? +But tell me first how came you here?"</p> + +<p>"Just as any one would who had not wings to +fly; but my mission is to take care of you until +you get well."</p> + +<p>"I am unworthy. But talk to me of loved ones, +of yourself, of everything."</p> + +<p>A pleasant hour followed, and both were happier +than they had been for many a day. Clouds +were rising that were to cover the calm blue of +the clear sky above them, but they saw them not.</p> + +<p>How kind in the Father to deal out his chastenings +as he does his blessings, one by one, else the +poor heart could not bear them!</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="The_Capitol_in_War_Times" id="The_Capitol_in_War_Times"></a> +<img src="images/fig265.jpg" width="500" height="315" alt="The Capitol in War Times" title="The Capitol in War Times" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXIV.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_DARK_DARK_WAVE" id="THE_DARK_DARK_WAVE"></a>THE DARK, DARK WAVE.</h3> + + +<p>"Anna." It was a faint, tremulous voice that +called through the half-open door of the wounded +man's chamber, as the young girl was passing; +but it was sufficiently clear to arrest her progress, +and she stood still for a moment, listening and +wondering that she should be called at such a time. +The surgeon was in attendance, as was his custom, +although the hour was an early one, he being, as +St. Clair had told her, an old friend and traveling +companion in Europe a few years before, which +accounted without doubt for his unusual attention +at such a busy time. Anna had not met him during +the few days she had been in the house as her +services had not been required during his visits, +wherefore her surprise at now hearing her name. +While thinking the matter over the call was repeated, +and without farther hesitation she hastened +to him. The wounded man was lying on his side, +partly supported by his servant, whose tears of +sympathy were rapidly flowing. The surgeon was +bending over the prostrate form with face unmoved, +probing and dressing the fearful wound. +In a moment Anna was kneeling by the drooping +head which hung faintly down on the side of the +bed, and, with a sudden impulse of feeling, raised +it tenderly to her shoulder and pressed her lips on +his cold, damp forehead.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Poor George," she whispered, as she smoothed +back his dark hair, "it is very hard. How sorry I +am for you."</p> + +<p>"I can bear it all now, and more if need be," +and the strained eyes which looked up into the +pale anxious face bore testimony to his words.</p> + +<p>"It is hard to suffer with no loving hand to +wipe the drops of agony from the brow, but endurable +when fond lips kiss them away. Dear +girl!" he added, in a whisper, just as the surgeon +finished his work, bidding the servant to lay him +down gently upon the pillow. When this was +done he turned, and apparently for the first time +discovered that another had joined their number.</p> + +<p>"There, my good fellow," he remarked, cheerfully, +"I hope you will not be obliged to go +through that operation again. It is healing nicely; +and if we can keep the inflammation down and the +wound open under the shoulder-blade for a few +days, the best results may be hoped for. The +trouble is, St. Clair, you have too many chicken-hearted +ones to care for you. Your servant must +be more thorough." While making this remark +his eyes were fixed intently on the face of Anna.</p> + +<p>"Miss Pierson, doctor," said St. Clair, with an +attempt to a formal introduction, "and let me tell +you, she would never be worthy of the slur you +have just cast. Should you tell her to perform +your most disagreeable commands, I feel positive +they would be carried out to the very letter."</p> + +<p>"You are welcome to try me," said Anna.</p> + +<p>"Can I trust you?"</p> + +<p>"I came for that very purpose."</p> + +<p>"Then listen." Whereupon followed a long +list of commands and injunctions.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You will perceive he has also a fever, which +must be kept in subjection, not only by strictly administering +the medicines but by shielding him +from every excitement. I may not be here again +for two or three days, but shall feel comparatively +easy now that I can leave him in your hands."</p> + +<p>"I shall endeavor to do my duty, as far as I am +able, sir."</p> + +<p>"I believe you; good morning."</p> + +<p>And, taking the hand of each, the busy doctor +left the room.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Howard met him in the hall below to inquire +about the patient.</p> + +<p>"Did I understand that young lady's name was +Pierson?" he asked, as he was about to depart.</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Has she any friends in the army?"</p> + +<p>"She has two brothers, she told me."</p> + +<p>"Then one of them was buried yesterday. I +was sure of it as soon as I looked into her face. +They were very much alike. Poor fellow! I +found him near the rebel colonel up stairs, and +the long exposure hastened his death."</p> + +<p>Again the surgeon bowed and hurried away.</p> + +<p>The kind-hearted old lady stood for a moment +stupefied with pity and perplexity.</p> + +<p>"It was too bad he did not tell her," she thought +as she looked after him. Her mind wandered off +to the widow on the banks of the Hudson of whom +Anna had spoken. She, too, was a widow, and had +a son in the Confederate army. It was hard for +her that he was there, but how heart-rending if he +should die far away and be buried in an unknown +grave! Could she break the sad intelligence to +the bereaved girl? The colonel needed her. Should<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> +she advise her to do what her sympathizing heart +prompted? She pondered it over for a few minutes, +and then her decision was taken. She hastened +up the stairway and rapped gently at the +door. It was opened immediately by Anna.</p> + +<p>"I would like to see you for a short time," she +said, as the happy face beamed upon her.</p> + +<p>"I will come soon," and turning to the bed she +remarked: "You must sleep now after such an +expenditure of nerve power;" and arranging the +pillows that the head might more readily rest she +placed her hand on the smooth white forehead as +she pressed her lips to his.</p> + +<p>"I can sleep sweetly now, good angel, since the +old scorn has been taken out of my memory!" and +he settled quietly down.</p> + +<p>"Scorn! One like poor me bestowing such a +commodity on one like you?" and laughing she +turned to leave.</p> + +<p>"It may be that attribute is not in your nature, +but—"</p> + +<p>"Yes—the uniform," suggested Anna. "Well; +you are never to play the 'wolf' again, you +know?"</p> + +<p>"Never, no <i>never</i>!" With a joyous step she +tripped from the room to join Mrs. Howard below +stairs.</p> + +<p>"I have some sad news for you—perhaps I +ought not at such a time as this trouble you, but +my conscience would upbraid me should I keep it +to myself; besides, you must know it sometime."</p> + +<p>"O, <i>do</i> tell me!" interrupted Anna impatiently.</p> + +<p>"I will! You have told me of your brothers +and that you had found on inquiry that both were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span> +uninjured. Nothing is easier than such mistakes +in these times."</p> + +<p>"Mistake? Was I mistaken? Are they not +safe?"</p> + +<p>"I have heard only about one. He was found +on the battle field not far from the colonel upstairs. +Both had been exposed so long to the +rains that your brother could not rally and he +died and was buried yesterday!"</p> + +<p>"<i>Died?</i> Are you <i>sure</i> he died? It <i>cannot</i> be! +Where was he?" Anna did not weep; such a +flood of thought and feeling rushed in upon her +brain that it forced back the tears. More than a +week had she been in Washington and Alexandria +while he had been suffering and dying! O, <i>why</i> +could she not have found him—listened to his +last words and received his last blessing? Ah—this +was a cold wave that was dashing over her +soul; but there was one to come more chilling, +more furious and overwhelming even than this! +"They were together!" Could it be that those +hands that had so lately clasped hers as she listened +to words of love were stained with her +brother's blood? They were opponents and found +near to each other when the conflict was over! +<i>Enemies!</i> O how these thoughts maddened her! +They seemed to tear her very <i>soul</i>! She remained +motionless and silent so long that Mrs. Howard +ventured to say:</p> + +<p>"It may be you would like to find out where +he died and where they have buried him? You +can, perhaps, procure his body and take it home +for interment. This would be a great consolation +to his poor mother I am sure; I know it would be +to me!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span></p> + +<p>Those words, "home" and "mother," opened +the secret avenue to her soul, and tears came +plentifully to her relief. "O, yes!" she sobbed, +after a moment's pause; "I will go immediately! +I have much to do and must not waste my time in +weeping; but it is so horrible! How will my +mother endure it?" Again the tears came, but +with repeated efforts she drove them back and +arose to leave the room. "I will leave my patient +with you," she stopped to say. "I have no doubt +you can do all that is required; at any rate I must +go! Do everything for him in your power and be +sure you will be amply rewarded. When he inquires +for me tell him the sad story; will you? +I go to bury my brother by the side of his father, +and where loving hands can care for and protect +his grave! He <i>can not</i> rest here!"</p> + +<p>Her companion looked at her in surprise. Her +form was erect and firm; her eyes sparkled with +the fire of heroism! In half an hour Anna came +from her chamber prepared for a walk. She told +her friend that she was going first to the telegraph +office and then to the hospital to learn what she +could for her mother's sake! "Ellen must come to +take my place by her brother's side," she concluded. +"But must I see him no more? It is hard! +But the <i>stained hand</i>! My brother's blood!" How +much agony can be crowded into a phantom +thought! Poor Anna! Then whispered her +heart: "He may die! To agitate him might +bring very serious consequences;" she had drawn +this from the words of the surgeon. "Ellen must +soothe and comfort him;" and she hastened on her +errand of love. In a few hours she had done all +she could, and was seated in her room, weary and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> +heart-sore, to think over the incidents of the morning.</p> + +<p>How full the moments had been crowded! In +her hand she was holding the locket that was his, +in which was her own and her mother's pictures the +kind nurse had promised to send to them. How +precious it would always be to her! His last look +of earth was on their faces; his last words were +blessings implored for them. She had learned it +all from the kind one who had bent over him at +that moment when his noble spirit winged its way +from the poor mangled body towards the land of +peace and rest. "How kind in her to be so explicit! +How soothing were the tears of sympathy +that fell from a stranger's eyes!" Then her +thoughts returned to the living. How was he? +Had he wished for her? Was he very unhappy +without her? Could she ever meet him again? +What should she do? What was her duty? O +the buffetings of a tempest-tossed soul!</p> + +<p>Poor Anna; there was an undefined longing in +her heart she did not then understand, and so was +left to grieve as one who had no hope! It was a +fearful struggle between heart and judgment as +she supposed, and <i>who</i> should settle it at last? An +answer to the morning's telegram was brought in; +"Ellen will be here in three days," she concluded +after reading it, "and then I shall be at liberty to +return home with my dead!" Home! There was a +sacredness in that word now—a sad solemnity +that oppressed the heart as she remembered the +sombre emblems of bereavement that were darkening +it! There had been only the shadows of +separations in the loving circle for many years, +and even these had been lighted up with the bright<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> +gildings of hopeful reunion! How would that +mother bear the first great blow dealt by the +crimson hand of war? Where was Elmore? They +had told her that he was probably safe and had +been hurried away with his regiment, but might +be wounded or a prisoner.</p> + +<p>"How he will miss the absent one!" she +thought. The mother, it was true, had laid her +two sons upon the altar of sacrifice, but never had +failed morning or evening to plead that the fire +might not fall and consume them. One had been +taken; and the shadow from the dark-winged angel +would settle heavily down upon the widow's peaceful, +quiet home! Tears fell fast. She was so +happy a few hours ago, now how dark life seemed +to her. How fickle are our joys and what a little +breath will sometimes blow them out! Strange +that clouds should follow so closely in the wake of +the summer's sun! Lights and shadows; calms +and storms; hopes and despairs make up the individual +lives.</p> + +<p>Troubled child! Why did she not in her perplexity +turn her face towards the source of all +wisdom and grace? Why do not you, gentle +reader? Her eyes were steadfastly fixed on the +ground where the shadows always lie the thickest, +rather than with the penetrating vision of faith endeavoring +to pierce the sombre clouds above her +head. The sound of footsteps along the hall +aroused her. "Some one is going to <i>his</i> room. His +room!" And the shadows clustered more closely +about her heart! It was so sad that the great +phantom which had appeared the first time when +George St. Clair stood before her in the uniform<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span> +of the confederate army should come to her now +with such an air of certainty!</p> + +<p>"They were found together!" She had dreamed +of this; she had started from her sleep at seeing +that hand which pressed her cheek while he read +the secrets of her fluttering heart, stained with the +blood of his victim, and that victim her idolized +brother! It had come at last, and O, how terrible +the realization! Rising hastily she replaced her +bonnet and hurried from the room. On the stairs +she met Mrs. Howard.</p> + +<p>"Colonel St. Clair is very anxious you should +come to him," she said; "and seems distressed +that you do not. He told me to bear to you his +deepest sympathy, and I saw a tear in his eye as +he told me. Will you not go to him to-day, Miss +Pierson? I think his fever is a little higher this +afternoon. Do not refuse, for I fear it will do him +harm."</p> + +<p>A sudden faintness came over her as she listened +to these pleadings, and she trembled so violently +that she was obliged to seat herself for a +moment. At last with great effort she said: +"Take to him my thanks for the sympathy he +sent me, and if I can by any means bind up the +main artery of my heart that I feel has been +severed I will see him again;" and without +another word she arose and hastened from the +house.</p> + +<p>"Is the child crazy?" muttered Mrs. Howard as +she proceeded up the stairway. "She has changed +fearfully during the last few hours, that is certain!" +And this she told the wounded man when +he anxiously inquired for her a few minutes after.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span></p> + +<p>A groan escaped him, but he only added, "Poor +Anna! The scourge! O the terrible scourge of +war!"</p> + +<p>All the afternoon the sad mourner flitted restlessly +about among the suffering and dying, +speaking a gentle word to one, or administering a +soothing draught to another—ever active, carrying +consolation and comfort wherever she went. At +last she missed the one in whom she had previously +taken such a great interest—the young +soldier with dark-brown hair and deep blue eyes. +"Where is he?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"He died last night," answered the kind old +nurse.</p> + +<p>"Died?" interrogated Anna, "I thought he was +getting well."</p> + +<p>"We thought he was, but God knew best!" and +the kindly lips quivered that were so used to +words of consolation.</p> + +<p>"More sad hearts!" mused Anna as she became +attracted by another scene not far away from where +they were standing. A mother had just arrived +and now sat by the bed of her dying son, who for +the first time, it may be, failed to recognize the +soft touch of that gentle hand, or respond to the +familiar tones of a mother's loving voice. Too +late! He would never look upon her again! The +tempest-tossed soul forgot its own tribulations as +she watched the anguish of the stricken parent +who sat beside her boy with tearless eyes, but +with cheek and brow as white as those she was so +hopefully gazing upon, pleading for "one word, +only one word!" But it came not. Anna turned +away. "These scenes are too painful for me to-day," +she said to the sympathizing nurse, who<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span> +softly touched her arm to recall her. "Tell me +where I can go and find peace!"</p> + +<p>"I will, poor child, follow me." In the next +ward a young man was lying, his face livid from +the loss of blood, one limb entirely gone, the other +partially, yet a smile shone ever upon those wan +features, and his kindly greeting and words of +cheerfulness were like rays of sunshine to all who +came under their influences. "Mr. Page," said +the nurse as she took his proffered hand, "here is +a young lady who needs a few words of resignation +and comfort dropped into her wounded heart, +and you have always such a rich store on hand +that I felt you would be willing to administer a +few to one who needs them so much."</p> + +<p>"I shall be obliged to give them second hand +you know." How his pale face lighted as he said +this, and extending his hand to Anna invited her +to sit beside him. "It is hard to be afflicted," he +said, "but you know they sometimes provide a +very white robe for such as we." Then he spoke +so calmly and soothingly as he inquired into her +griefs, while he poured oil of peace into her lacerated +heart until the pain ceased and she was +soothed and comforted. "What was your brother's +name?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Herbert Pierson."</p> + +<p>"Herbert Pierson? You should not grieve for +him! He had a noble soul. I knew him well, +and when the surgeon told me yesterday that he +was dead I thanked God for his release from +suffering. Could he speak to you to-day he would +say as I have, 'do not grieve for me!' How often +I have heard him speak of his sister and mother, +and pray for them too. Ah—there is comfort for +you beyond my poor powers of giving! The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> +blessed sufferer who atoned for you and me will +bestow it! Your brother was mine in heart; how +I loved him!"</p> + +<p>"O thank you; thank you!" sobbed Anna as +she clasped his thin hand in hers! "His mother +will bless and pray for you," she continued.</p> + +<p>"And will not you?"</p> + +<p>"I? I do not pray for myself! I wish to die."</p> + +<p>"Then you will! God be praised!"</p> + +<p>"I will see you again," she said rising, and +catching one more glance of his calm, blue eyes +she hurried away. After tea she retired to her +room, much against the wishes of Mrs. Howard, +who was urgent in her requests that Anna should +visit her patient that night, but all to no avail. +"Tell him," she said, "I will see him in the morning; +I <i>can not</i> go to-night; O no, I can not!" and +entering her seclusion she closed the door, much to +the chagrin of the good lady, and seated herself to +collect her thoughts.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 257px;"> +<img src="images/fig277.jpg" width="257" height="500" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXV" id="CHAPTER_XXV"></a>CHAPTER XXV.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_RECOGNITION" id="THE_RECOGNITION"></a>THE RECOGNITION.</h3> + + +<p>Anna awoke the next morning with the half-dreamy +consciousness of some impending evil or +gloomy foreboding or trial she was expected to +meet or avert. For a long time she lay on her +bed balanced between a peaceful unconsciousness +and the stern realities of duty that were rising +before her, until at last the full burden of life +rolled in upon her mind. Springing from her bed +she dropped upon her knees beside it. For the +first time in her life she discovered her utter helplessness; +her inability to go alone! Before her +were heavy loads she was expected to take up and +carry along, but with this consciousness came +also the invitations whispered to her shrinking +heart, "come unto me"—"cast thy burden on the +Lord and He will sustain thee." There in the +solitude of that early morn she came close to Him +who had promised strength sufficient in every time +of trouble and perplexity. Firmer were her purposes +when she arose from her knees; more willing +was she to sacrifice all her dearest hopes at the +feet of justice, if such stern duty was in store for +her. As tears are sometimes the gentle dew that +falls upon and refreshes the drooping flowers of +life, so prayer is the concentration of the golden +rays of light that color and beautify the re-animated<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> +petals, sending into the heart once filled with +desolation and despair the freshness of a new life, +and driving out the dying fumes that arise from +the withered flowers where fond hopes lie buried. +Softly came this gentle influence into the soul of +her who under the shadows was kneeling and +praying! Was it faith or love that was soothing +her? Perhaps neither. The burdened spirit may +not yet have drunk from the golden cup which +the hand of mercy had proffered; but it had listened +to the music of pity's hovering wings as she +brooded near while gathering up the fragrance of +the heart's petitions to bear away with the tears +from the overflowing soul. Anna felt these refreshing +influences, yet she knew not from whence +they came. Her face bore the softening impress +as she entered the breakfast room and inquired +regarding the wounded colonel.</p> + +<p>"He is a little more quiet this morning," replied +Mrs. Howard; "but was very restless all +night. I was up with him the greater part of the +time." Anna seated herself at the table but could +not eat.</p> + +<p>"I think I will go over to the hospital for a few +minutes," she said, rising; "tell him I will soon +return and then will come to him."</p> + +<p>"Why not go now, Miss Pierson? It is sad to +witness his misery! Your absence, I am sure, is +now his greatest affliction!"</p> + +<p>"Indeed, I must go and get my own wounds +dressed before I can attend to others!" This last +remark was made partly to herself as she left the +room, but enough fell on the ear of the listener to +fill her with astonishment.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What could the girl mean?" she asked herself +over and over again, but received no satisfactory +reply. In the meantime Anna was making her +way to the hospital, and upon arriving proceeded +immediately to the ward where she had, on the +day before, talked with the one who had known +and loved her brother. But he was not there. +Even the cot had been removed, and on the floor +where it had stood a large dark spot was seen. +Sick at heart and without one word of inquiry she +hurried into the next room where the kind old +nurse could, she was sure, tell her all.</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, these things are dreadful for us to +bear," was the reply to her visitor's earnest questionings; +"but could you have seen his face as his +life rapidly ebbed away you would have been satisfied +that sometimes 'it is Christ to live, but to die +is gain.' What you saw yesterday was no comparison +to it; so holy; so joyous! It was about +four this morning they called me, but so rapid was +his going that I only caught a glimpse of the +glory that shone through as the gate to the 'city' +opened for him!"</p> + +<p>"Yet it seems so hard to me just now that he +must die," interposed Anna as she looked dreamily +out over the long rows of cots where wounded +men were lying. "Was it because my poor heart +reached out after him in its sorest need? Must all +be taken?" She had said this musingly, but the +nurse heard it and her face shone with interest. +"Forgive me," she added quickly, perceiving the +look that was fastened upon her, "I was bewildered +for a moment."</p> + +<p>"There is a Comforter, and it was He that gave +him his powers of consolation! You know he said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> +yesterday that he would be obliged to bestow only +second hand what he had received."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I remember, but tell me more of him."</p> + +<p>"It is the story of many others, yet it came all +unexpectedly, as it has often done. It was the +giving way of the main artery that had been +severed so near the body that there was no chance +for again securing it. It was not five minutes +after he discovered his position before he was +quietly sleeping! Such a death has no sadness +in it my dear girl, for it was only stepping out of +pain and suffering into peace and rejoicing!"</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said Anna as she turned away, +for kind words were needed elsewhere. Alone in +her room again she gave full vent to her feelings. +"I am ready now," she thought as she bathed her +face that her swollen lids might not grieve him, +and prepared to fulfill her promise. It was with +trembling steps, however, that she entered the +room where George St. Clair was lying. He was +alone and apparently asleep as she approached the +bedside and looked down into his face so calm in +its repose; so gentle in its outline; almost feminine +it appeared to her in its tenderness. Yet she +had seen it when it was not as it was now. How +different! She placed her hand on his forehead +that he might awake before the dark thoughts +should come back to her. He opened his eyes and +looked full into hers! A deep flush overspread +his face, yet not a muscle moved or a word escaped +his lips. "George, will you not speak to me?" +she asked at last.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Anna; but why have you absented yourself +so long? Have you desired to revenge your +brother's blood upon me? Upon my poor head,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span> +Anna? Are you so cruel? Tell me that you lay +not that sin at my door; or use the dagger for my +more immediate relief! Does this shock you? +Am I the one who is the most cruel after all?"</p> + +<p>Anna sank down upon a chair near by and +buried her face in the pillow. Both were silent +for a long time; at length Mrs. Howard entering +aroused her.</p> + +<p>"You must not disturb my patient, you know," +she said with an attempt at pleasantry, for she +was happy to see Anna at last where she thought +she ought to be. "You are to cheer him up, for +he seems quite low spirited to-day."</p> + +<p>"We shall, no doubt, do very well," replied St. +Clair, impatiently; and the kind-hearted lady after +administering the medicine, left the room.</p> + +<p>"Anna, will you move your chair a little this +way that I may see your face? I want to talk +candidly with you." She obeyed. He looked at +her for a moment, but there was more of sorrow +than scrutiny in his gaze. At last he said, "Mrs. +Howard tells me you are going home."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I must go; my mother will want all that +is left of him whom she has so dearly loved! The +staff is broken upon which she expected to lean in +her declining years. It is a hard task, but I have +no power to shrink from it!"</p> + +<p>"Have you made all of your calculations to do +so?"</p> + +<p>"Not wholly. I shall wait for your father whom +I am expecting here to-morrow in company with +Ellen."</p> + +<p>"Ellen? Is she coming? Then you will not +return?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No!" This was spoken with a tremulous voice, +and she knew his eyes were fixed intently upon +her. "You will not need me," she continued, +after a moment's pause; "your sister Ellen can +do all it would have been in my power to perform, +and my mother will be very lonely and sad without +me."</p> + +<p>"You did not think Ellen was so efficient a few +days ago, Anna. How changed you are! Yes, +I think I understand you; but can you not be +mistaken? Look at my hands, dear girl, are +there any dark stains upon them? Think of my +prostrate form; is he the less guilty who spilled +my blood because this life did not escape through +the wound? Blood for blood, Anna, and justice is +satisfied! Are you sterner than that insatiate +power?"</p> + +<p>Tears flooded her eyes and she bowed her head +to conceal them. Where now was the strength +she had expected would sustain her through this +trying ordeal? O how weak she seemed! How +flitting the sunshine that had but a short time before +gilded her darkness!</p> + +<p>"Anna," said her companion, "your heart is +pleading for me! It is not your better judgment +that is sitting at my tribunal at this moment; I +know it all! I read it months ago as you stood +before me so cold and stern when you first beheld +my uniform, and it has followed you ever since. +You loved me then and you cannot hate me now! +Look up, Anna, and tell me if my words are not +true?" She obeyed.</p> + +<p>"They are true! I did love you, and God knows +how hard it would be to tear that love from my +heart! But you will wait; the storm has burst in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span> +upon my soul. When the fury is past and the +clouds are broken, in the calm you shall read +what now is so bleared and illegible! George, +you can never know the depths of sadness that is +permeating my every hope and aspiration! If +you knew the agony of the last few hours, that +has torn me like an evil spirit, you would pity +me!"</p> + +<p>"I do pity you, Anna; and will trouble you no +longer lest my words should prove an infliction +rather than a panacea, and I will, as you have requested, +bide patiently your time." The young +lady arose and stood before him.</p> + +<p>"Good-bye, George, make haste to recover," +she said without emotion; "your mother pines for +you and many hearts will rejoice when you are +well again." He was looking steadily at her +while she spoke, and their eyes met. Her lips +quivered, but quickly bowing her head she pressed +a kiss upon his brow and darted from the room.</p> + +<p>Early the next morning after a restless, sleepless +night, Anna prepared herself for another visit +to the young lady who had so tenderly nursed +her brother during his days of suffering and death. +She did so long to look again into those deep, +dark eyes, from which had beamed so much sympathy, +and to ask many questions which she had +omitted at their former interviews. It was a damp, +chill morning, for the sun was hiding behind dense +leaden clouds and a thick fog had settled down +upon the city. However, she liked all this, for +nature was in her most congenial mood with such +frowns upon her face, and so she hurried on. She +received a warm greeting from the beautiful nurse, +whom she noticed was much paler than when she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span> +saw her last, and was at the moment apparently +unusually agitated. Not far from her two ladies +richly, but plainly attired, were standing conversing +in low, soothing tones with a sick soldier.</p> + +<p>"Do you know those ladies?" she asked eagerly +as she clasped the hand of her visitor.</p> + +<p>"No, although I have caught a glimpse of their +dresses several times in the other wards during +the last few days," replied Anna, stepping back a +little that she might look into their faces. But in +vain. "I have heard one of them spoken of as a +very wealthy English lady who was at the south, +but was compelled to come north on account of +her anti-war principles; but have thought very +little about them."</p> + +<p>"I must see that face again!" said the nurse, +musingly. "See how persistently they keep their +backs toward me! They have been here an hour +and seem in no hurry to go, yet it is impossible +for me to catch the eye again of that one wearing +the gray silk. I have seen her before, Miss Pierson; +I am sure of it!" A call from one of the +patients interrupted the conversation. Anna +moved slowly down the apartment to intercept, and +if possible to engage them in conversation, while +her friend could have the privilege she so ardently +coveted. She was avoided, however, and the visitors +soon passed out into the open air.</p> + +<p>"Do tell me what it was that came over you so +suddenly with sufficient power to shake your dry +bones so effectually, and take all of the brass out +of your face?" inquired one of the worthies when +once again clear of searching eyes.</p> + +<p>"Do not jest!" entreated her companion. "Matters +are becoming rather serious to me, as you will<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> +acknowledge when I tell you that the young nurse +in whom you seemed so much interested is my +own daughter!"</p> + +<p>"Your daughter! I do not wonder that you +shook in your boots! Do you suppose that she +recognized you?"</p> + +<p>"I feel sure of it, for her cheek paled as she +caught the glance of my eye, and I felt all the +time we were there that she was watching me!"</p> + +<p>"How do you suppose she came here? You +told me she was with an aunt in New Orleans!"</p> + +<p>"So she was, the idiot!" was the answering exclamation. +"I have no patience with her! She +has been my tormentor for years! It was not +enough for her to throw away all of my cherished +plans, depriving me of home and fortune, but now +she must appear to add the crowning act to my +discomfiture!"</p> + +<p>"Would you have me believe all this of one +who is so mild and gentle, with eyes as calm—"</p> + +<p>"Do not mention those eyes! They were her +father's, and she is like him! Yet he was good! +I do not think I should be where I am to-day if +he had lived! I have been tumbling for years—yes, +years! And what a depth I have fallen!" +The speaker endeavored to smile, but the attempt +died upon her pallid lips. "Let us hasten back +to the city," she continued, seeing her companion +showed no desire to speak: "I must have time to +think!"</p> + +<p>They walked on a short distance without +another word, and then her companion said, +abruptly: "You have not told me why, in your +opinion, she is here? Was she always remarkable +for tenderness and benevolence? It seems to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> +me that the mother-power was deficient in regard +to the little matter of early teaching in the science +of patriotism!"</p> + +<p>"Your tones are annoying, but I will satisfy +your plausible curiosity in a measure! It was +not 'tenderness or benevolence' that has drawn +her thither, but, in my opinion, an old love affair +gotten up while in Philadelphia at school when +yet a child. She was supposed to be an heiress, +of course, and was wheedled into accepting the +proffers of undying adoration from a scheming +fortune-hunter! It did not take me long to end +the affair after I learned of it, I can tell you; but +it spoiled her! It was then that she laid the +corner stone of the sepulcher which she has been +rearing over me, and now, I suppose, will deliberately +pull down about my ears!"</p> + +<p>"The sea does look a little squally, I confess," +replied her companion sarcastically.</p> + +<p>"I own it does!"</p> + +<p>"Well, as I am aboard of your ship it may be +well for me to be looking out for breakers ahead. +And yet I cannot understand how that 'love +affair' of which you have told me could affect her +now!"</p> + +<p>"Well, I do! Without doubt she hopes to find +him; but it does not matter what are her ambitions +she is here much against my wishes and happiness!"</p> + +<p>Happiness! Ah, where can the transgressor +find peace or rest? "Who is wise shall understand +these things; prudent and he shall know +them, for the ways of the Lord are right and the +just shall walk in them, but the transgressors +shall fall therein."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span></p> + +<p>Anna might have joined in the confusion and +agitation of her friend had she caught a look as +she desired from the keen, black eyes which had +so troubled her in former days. But, strange as it +may seem, those penetrating orbs failed to recognize +in her whom they tried to avoid the sweet +singer of "Cathesdra." The "nobody" whom her +cousin persisted in raising out of her sphere had +dropped from her mind. Neither had Anna ever +met the daughter of Mrs. Belmont during her stay +in the home of the St. Clair's, and could not, therefore, +suspect that the meek, gentle nurse who had +so won her heart was the one of whom she had so +often heard. She had been told by Ellen of her +brother's attachment and of their final separation, +and he, only two mornings since, had substantiated +her statement with the assurance that his imaginary +love had been proved to himself to be only a +fostered brotherly affection for his pretty cousin. +They looked into each other's faces and smiled at +the parting, little thinking how much of mystery +was concealed from view.</p> + +<p>"If one could only be seen in the light that +falls upon them from the eternal brightness what +a transfiguration it would work! There are estrangements +and alienations," says some one, +"that arise from ignorance of one another that divide +families into almost as distinct and separate +lives as rooms in the house they occupy."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXVI.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_PHANTOM_REMOVED" id="THE_PHANTOM_REMOVED"></a>THE "PHANTOM" REMOVED.</h3> + + +<p>"Hands to work and hearts to God," once said +Emerson, while Tennyson adds: "In this windy +world what's up is faith, what's down is heresy!" +Anna was nervous and restless as she thought +over these things, and all of the next night lay +tossing upon her bed, vainly endeavoring to woo +the gentle slumbers that would not come to her. +It seemed so sad now that it was all over, and it +<i>was</i> strange that George St. Clair should have +dismissed her so coldly! It was not her fault that +she could not dispel this "phantom" as he called +it; yet he <i>pitied</i> her! Was this the panacea he +strove so hard to apply to her wounded soul? +True, she asked him for it, yet pride rebelled at +its application! Pity! The long, weary hours +were filled with exciting whispers, and ever and +anon the chilling words, "I will trouble you no +longer," fell like hard, cold pebbles into her sensitive +soul. At last summoning all her fortitude +she congratulated herself that on the morrow Mrs. +St. Clair and Ellen would arrive. Then she could +return home, where silently and alone she would +dig a grave in some lonely recess of her stricken +heart and bury her two great sorrows side by side! +To-morrow! The clock struck five and the sound +of feet were heard below. The night had passed!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> +She arose from her bed and opened the window. +One star yet faintly glimmered just above the +eastern horizon, up which the first morning beams +were slowly creeping. Calmly and peacefully it +looked into the troubled upturned face so full of +sorrow and flushed with weeping, until Anna +thought that in its pensive gaze there was such +pity as the angels might bestow upon their weary +earth-born sisters. Then her thoughts wandered +away to those who would be weary no more; +whose foot-prints would never more be seen along +the dusty highway of life, for they were resting +now, their journeys over, their spirits freed from +their crumbling prison-houses! At rest! The +pale tranquil light of the lonely star grew paler +and more feeble as she continued to gaze upon it, +for a new day was approaching, and in the glory +of its brightness the tiny light was to be swallowed +up. Fading, changing, everywhere! How sad a +lesson is life! How rugged and thorny the way +through it! "To look up is faith," repeated Anna +again; "Thou wilt show me the path of life; in Thy +presence is fullness of joy; at Thy right hand +there are pleasures forevermore! Hush!" It +was not her own voice to which she was listening, +but the echoing of her poor pleading heart which +had suddenly remembered that to look down where +all the dreary shadows were clustered was "heresy." +The day was before her heavily laden with duties. +Why should she grope under the clouds where +were doubts and unbeliefs? By and by it may be +she too would rest! A step along the hall startled +her. It was that of the black servant leaving his +master's room. "How faithful he has been," she +thought, "while I have only brought discomforts<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span> +where I had so desired to bring relief." It was over +now; her dream of hope, of love, of life! All was +over; yet her hand still clasped the "golden +bowl," and the "silver cord" was not broken! +There was sweet water still in the fountain, although +at times it might seem bitter to the taste.</p> + +<p>She was standing by the mirror arranging the +braids of her dark hair as these reflections were +passing through her mind. "How changed I am," +she continued, "not only in mind but in face! +Perplexities and disappointments are making sad +havoc with my good looks! I must away from +this," and after preparing herself for a walk she +hastened to the hospital. She filled the moments +of the laggard morning full of untiring work by +the side of the young nurse who flitted among the +cots where anxious, loving eyes watched for her +coming and grew dim as she disappeared from +their sight. Still her thoughts were roving and +regrets came to disturb her as she remembered +that no more could she place the cup of cold water +to fevered lips, or with her words soothe troubled +minds. She was going home to bury her dead, +while so many were to remain to be buried by +stranger hands! The voice of the nurse recalled +her.</p> + +<p>"There was a big skirmish down the river last +night and some of our officers were disabled and +are to be brought here to-day, we are informed by +telegram!" and she walked on where an upraised +hand was beckoning.</p> + +<p>"Who knows but my poor brother is one of the +fallen?" Anna mused as she proceeded towards +her temporary home.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was nearly dinner-time and she must not let +the whole day pass without visiting the lonely one +under her own roof. True, he had not invited her +to come again at the close of their last interview, +but he had hinted a wish that she should read the +morning papers to him on her return, Mrs. Howard +had said. She had hoped to escape this, but she +was calmer now. Herbert was gone; men might +be falling on the battle field any day! It was the +hand of war, not of individuals, that was slaying +the mothers' and sisters' loved ones all over the +land! Poor heart! The tidal wave was receding, +but the waters underneath were black and unfathomable!</p> + +<p>"He is better, I think," Mrs. Howard went on +to say, "and in a few days, no doubt, will be able +to sit up in an easy chair part of the time. He +asked a while ago if you had returned from the +hospital, and looked, as he always does, a little out +of patience that you should devote so much of +your time to others."</p> + +<p>Anna was not listening as her hostess bustled +about the table prattling in an unusual manner, as +it was evident that she was probing with her feminine +curiosity deeper than had been her wont, and +it seemed the duty of her victim to push the intruding +hand away.</p> + +<p>"But you will go to him?" was the abrupt +query at last.</p> + +<p>"It is my intention," and Anna passed into the +hall. The door of the sick man's chamber was +open, and before she had reached the upper landing +she heard her name called.</p> + +<p>"I want to see you Anna. Please bring the +morning papers, will you?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span></p> + +<p>She could not resist the pleading of the voice, +and, besides, she had expected to see him again; +but how could she read to him.</p> + +<p>"I was intending to brush away a little of the +dust of morning labor before coming to you," she +remarked with a smile as she entered and took a +seat beside the bed.</p> + +<p>"Do a better thing, Anna, and brush away the +dust from my hopes and out of my life! Would +not that be a more merciful act?"</p> + +<p>"Can I do all that, George?" and she laid her +hand soothingly upon his white forehead.</p> + +<p>"You ought to be able to do so, since it was +your hands scattered it."</p> + +<p>There was a long silence.</p> + +<p>"Is it your purpose to go home and leave me +here with your bloody spectre to haunt and distract +me? Do I deserve such punishment? +Should loyalty to my native land be crowned with +such terrible thorns? You have confessed, Anna, +that a few months ago you loved me, is that most +holy attribute so easily uprooted? If so, then I +have been mistaken in woman's heart?" He was +looking in her face, that was thinner and, it may +be, paler than he had ever seen it, and his manly +nature came to the rescue. "Forgive me, Anna, +I will not be so cruel! There is somewhere a +God who will make all right in His own good time, +as Old Auntie would say; and last night as Toby +lay snoring on the lounge yonder, I thought it all +over. Yes, there is a God; and it may be He is at +work in this great war problem, and when the final +result is summed up, we shall be glad that the +storm passed this way, because of the happy +issues. Who knows? But, dear girl, assure me<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> +of my guiltlessness in creating the blast, or the +terrible lightning that is desolating so many hearts +and homes! Will you?"</p> + +<p>She raised her eyes to his face, and a smile +broke over her own. "How low are the mighty +fallen!" and a low, rippling laugh mingled itself +with her words. "Did you ever imagine that I +thought you such a great man, so strong and +powerful?"</p> + +<p>"My own Anna!" he exclaimed, taking her +hand passionately in his. "You are not going to +leave me comfortless, but will wipe away the mold +from hopes, and thus brighten up the future by +letting the sunshine in upon them again." He +drew the beaming face down to his own and their +lips sealed the contract of mutual love and forgiveness.</p> + +<p>"I did not mean to grieve you," she said at last, +"but the blow was a heavy one, and all things +seemed to combine their powers to keep my 'phantom' +in active existence, but they are gone now."</p> + +<p>"Tell me that no more shall this murderous +spectre stand between us. This terrible war may +have crippled me for life; my home and fortune +be taken from me through its ravages; but if you +love and trust me, I shall, notwithstanding all, be +the happiest of men."</p> + +<p>"Is the wound then, so very bad."</p> + +<p>"The surgeon has more than hinted that my +days of soldiering are over, but was that all you +heard of my long speech, made especially for your +ear?" he laughed. "You would not care to unite +your destinies with a cripple, and how would it be +if the fortune was also gone? O, Anna!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Do not, George. I had not thought of all that, +my mind is not capable of taking such fanciful +leaps; I was only thinking how sad all this would +be for one like you. But I could not be sorry if +assured that you would fight no more."</p> + +<p>"Even though a broken back was my preventive?"</p> + +<p>"The glimpses that come to us at this moment +from the overshadowed future are too bright to be +flecked with such dark presentiments; I cannot +believe them. But there is Mrs. Howard's steps, +on the stairs. How kind she has been, and what +a miserable nurse I have proven myself."</p> + +<p>"Oh pshaw! I have improved more during +the last half hour, under your fostering care, than +I should have done in three weeks of her nursing. +But you must not go yet or there will be great +danger of a serious relapse! I will send the good +soul to Jericho as soon as I have swallowed her potion, +for I have much I want to say while the opportunity +is ours."</p> + +<p>"I think it will be necessary for you to begin +again on these fever drops, as I see your cheeks are +quite red this afternoon," carelessly remarked the +good lady, as she placed the spoon to his lips. +There was a roguish twinkle in her eye, however, +which Anna did not fail to perceive.</p> + +<p>"Hang the fever drops!" exclaimed the patient; +"I am ever so much better, and am pondering the +propriety of going home with Miss Pierson to-morrow."</p> + +<p>The kind lady shook with suppressed mirth as +she went from the room, for her keen eyes had +looked deeper than ever before.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span></p> + +<p>In the evening Ellen and her father arrived. It +had been a weary morning to Anna, for she had +waited their coming with an anxious heart, but the +sky was clear now and she returned their greetings +with fervor, wearing her great grief, it was true, +but the joys of the previous hours had so covered +it that the dear ones were astonished to find +her bright beneath the shadow of sorrow.</p> + +<p>"My poor son," exclaimed Mr. St. Clair, as +the first greetings were over. "Yes, Anna; show +us the way to him." She obeyed, and as they +were ascending the stairs, the father remarked, "I +have no doubt we shall receive a favorable report +of your nursing, for I am convinced by the pallor +of your cheeks that there have been sad hours of +watching and anxiety."</p> + +<p>"How I shrink from taking your place," interrupted +the sister. "Poor George! He will readily +perceive the difference, I fear."</p> + +<p>Anna's heart sank within her as she listened to +the words of her companions, who were all unconscious +of the wounds they were probing. Ellen +must not know it; and then she was so soon to +leave him! This would be harder now, but he +was to fight no more and they might yet be happy! +It was a grief to her that she had ever neglected +him and brought sorrow instead of joy into his +hours of suffering. She opened the door of the sick +man's chamber, and as the father and sister passed +in reclosed it and retired to her own room. More +than one reason prompted her to do this, yet they +must know in time that a great joy had been amid +her throes of bereavement. She would not have +them grieved by her seeming idiosyncrasies. They +might blame her for apparent neglect; and O if it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> +had not been! Still he had not suffered as had +she; her heart assured her of this, and it pressed +the thought as a consolation over the bleeding +fissure as the wounded bird attempts to hide its +ebbing life's blood beneath its fluttering wing! +But it was over, and now the phantom had been +driven, ah whither? Would it ever haunt her +again? He had said: "There is a God somewhere +who will make it all right in His own good time," +and she would wait.</p> + +<p>Tea was ready and the three sat down together, +Mr. St. Clair and Ellen to satisfy a sharpened appetite +after a long and tiresome journey, and Anna +to do the honors of the table after their home style +in the north.</p> + +<p>"George is looking so much better than I had +hoped to find him," said the father. "I think I +shall be obliged to bless you Miss Anna for his +rapid improvement. It has been so kind in you +to think of others, although you were so heavily +burdened with your own bitter sorrow! What a +debt of gratitude you and yours are heaping upon +us!" he continued, musingly. "But war must +always bear its 'apples of ashes' and God only +knows where the ax should be laid!"</p> + +<p>There were tears in Anna's eyes, for the fountain +of grief had been for so many days open that +the liquid drops flowed now almost unconsciously +when the angel of pity stirred the bitter waters. +Ellen saw them and the dew-drops of sympathy +moistened her own dark ones. "It would be so +hard to lose a brother," she thought. "How glad +she was that George was better!"</p> + +<p>"You must go with us," said Ellen as they +arose from the table and went out into the hall.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> +"You must begin to initiate me in your skill of +hygiene; beside, George inquired for you. I see +how it will be, you are to be sadly missed when +only my poor inexperienced hands are brought +into service!" She noticed the agitation of her +companion, and placing an arm affectionately +around her said, soothingly: "You know my +heart, dear girl, and that it is full of sympathy, +but my tongue is a miserable medium with which +to communicate it to another! Let it be sufficient +that I can feel that you are sure of this and will +never doubt me!"</p> + +<p>"Doubt you, Ellen? Never for a moment! +But my mother; how is she?"</p> + +<p>"Sorrow-stricken, of course, but strangely resigned. +There is something noble in such a grief +as hers, Anna! No, you need not shrink from +meeting her; she will comfort you! I see by your +face, poor sufferer, that you need it! She will do +you good, never fear!"</p> + +<p>"Just step in my room for a moment, Ellen; I +would not have him see me tear-stained again. I +have wept so much for the last few days. You +speak truly, I do need my mother, for I am very +weak. Ellen, there has been more gall in the cup +I have been draining than you can ever know! A +darker wave has rolled over my soul than can ever +lift your bark, my precious friend; but what matters +it after all, when we find ourselves sinking we +are led to cry out 'save or I perish?' We shall be +chided some day for our faithlessness and doubtings, +and it is better that we should receive it +while yet on the sea, for the calm, Ellen, is peaceful +after the storm." She had been bathing her +face and arranging her hair while speaking, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> +now turned toward her companion with the old +smile wreathing her lips.</p> + +<p>"You are like your mother," and again the arm +of affection drew them closer together as they proceeded +to the room where the father and brother +were awaiting them.</p> + +<p>That night, contrary to the doctor's instructions, +there was a long conversation in the sick man's +chamber, in which he earnestly joined.</p> + +<p>"Let it be settled, Father, that you return with +Anna," he said at length. "I shall get along all +right with Ellen and Mrs. Howard, with what +Toby can help, I have not the least doubt; and, +besides, we rebels must not be too exacting or expect +too much." His eyes were upon Anna, and +she knew it. Her cheeks flushed, but the great +hope in her heart kept back the haunting spectre +his words might otherwise have summoned.</p> + +<p>"He is a rebel no more," she thought. His +voice recalled her.</p> + +<p>"Besides, you will be needed in the widow's +home to assist and cheer. It will not be a great +while before I shall be able to join you all there, +for immediately on being well enough to sit up for +a few hours I shall leave for the North—through +my convalescence at least."</p> + +<p>There were quick glances into each other's faces, +but he was silent.</p> + +<p>"I will do as you say, my son," was the father's +conclusion, "but I fear we are tiring you. +Yes, you will feel better after a rest, and to-morrow +we will talk farther on the subject."</p> + +<p>Four days afterward a solemn cortege wended +its way through the little village of Glendale, bearing +its dead from the station to the home of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> +bereavement and sorrow. There were warm hand +claspings, and words of sympathy and condolence, +and tears, such as mothers alone can shed, when +maternal love is stricken; when heart answers to +heart with the sad echo of loneliness and desolation.</p> + +<p>And so they laid Edward Pierson away upon the +hillside; the first martyr in all the region on the +altar of freedom!</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="A_Scene_in_the_Dismal_Swamp_Virginia" id="A_Scene_in_the_Dismal_Swamp_Virginia"></a> +<img src="images/fig301.jpg" width="400" height="447" alt="A Scene in the Dismal Swamp, Virginia." title="A Scene in the Dismal Swamp, Virginia." /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXVII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="NEW_RESOLVES_AND_NEW_ADVENTURES" id="NEW_RESOLVES_AND_NEW_ADVENTURES"></a>NEW RESOLVES—AND NEW ADVENTURES.</h3> + + +<p>"Teach me thy way, O Lord, and lead me in a +plain path, because of mine enemies. Deliver me +not over unto the will of mine enemies, for false +witnesses are risen up against me, and such as +breathe out cruelty."</p> + +<p>These words Lillian Belmont repeated to herself +as the carriage that was bearing her away +from home and early associations rolled down the +highway leading to the depot, where she with her +cousin Grace Stanley were to take the cars for +New Orleans. Mrs. Stanley was the youngest +sister of the deceased master of Rosedale, but +since his death very little intimacy had been continued +between the families, until Mrs. Belmont +meeting the vivacious, merry-hearted Grace had +conceived the idea of using her for a purpose, and +so had invited her to spend a few weeks with her +"morbid" cousin. All things, however, had not +worked to that lady's satisfaction, as we have +learned, and now with a mother's curse weighing +her down the daughter had joined with David in +the supplication, "lead me in a plain path." Was +He leading her? The path as yet was dark and +overshadowed, but she had clasped the gentle hand +and the promise was, "I will never leave or forsake +thee;" and with simple, childlike trust she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span> +walked forward. During the winter she had written +several times to her mother, pleading she +would clear away the mysteries of the past, remove +the maternal edicts, so that over the debris of +broken hopes and shattered ambitions they might +again come together, reconciled and loving. But +no response to these pleadings came to her. To +be sure there were letters from loved ones telling +of the early removal of her family to the city, of +the visit to the Washburn's, of the sudden death of +little Shady, with poor old Vina's wail of anguish, +but not a word of sympathy from the heart where +the maternal love lay buried.</p> + +<p>The bugle notes of war sounded through the +streets of New Orleans, and the passions of men +were stirred as never before. Women too, who had +quaffed only from the chalice of ease and pleasure, +awoke from the lethargy of indulgence to find +themselves tossing upon a sea of excitement and +alarm. Lillian was interested, and for a time her +own troubled life was swallowed up in the tumults +that threatened the peace and harmony of the +nation's life. Bustle, energy and activity were +everywhere.</p> + +<p>"What a useless, helpless thing I am!" she +said to her aunt one evening as they sat alone, +after the husband, who was wearied with his day's +toils in the unpretentious hardware store near the +wharf had retired to his room, and Grace was entertaining +a friend in the parlor. "It seems to me +I am suddenly aroused by a storm, and unless I +run for my life shall be covered out of sight in its +fury!" She laughed, but there was a seriousness +in her pale face her aunt had never seen upon it +before.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I do not wonder you think yourself out in the +wind," was the cheerful response, "for Grace is +enough to stir up the sleepy faculties of any lover +of her country. I do not know but she will +'shoulder arms' and go into the field in defence +of her native land!" and the good lady laughed +outright. There was a long silence, while Lillian +never once removed her gaze from the dying +embers in the grate as she actively traced the +wanderings and leapings of her busy thoughts.</p> + +<p>At last she said in an undertone: "Grace is very +gentle considering her confederate proclivities; but +has it occurred to you that I have a <i>husband</i> +somewhere in that confusion and excitement +among our enemies, as we call them?"</p> + +<p>"O, Lillian!" and the cheerful face put on a +look of serious incredulity. "You will not now +certainly desire to seek out a relationship from +among a people, who would, if in their power, kill +or enslave us all?" Lillian's dark eyes wandered +slowly to the troubled face of the speaker. "I +have fully joined with my daughter in the feeling +that a great wrong has been perpetrated on you, +still I did hope that this terrible war would obliterate +forever all such former ties and leave you +free, as free as though they had never been!"</p> + +<p>"And here I am shocking you with my heart's +cry for its idol, for its tenderest loves, for the +purest longings known to woman's nature! Listen +to me, Aunt Sylvia, I am going north! The +blow has been struck! Fort Sumter has fallen! +There will be wounded hearts to bind up and +wounded bodies to care for! Sorrow and lamentation +will fill many homes, and the cry for help and +sympathy will sound over the land. I shall get<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span> +out of my life of indolence and plunge into the +thickest scenes of labor!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Lillian, you do shock me! Why go +north? If you must work, will there not be plenty +of it to do among your own people? Are they not +as deserving of your care and sympathy as their +enemies?"</p> + +<p>"Auntie, I have told Grace and now will tell +you! Somewhere in the north I have a husband +and child! Do not look at me with that spirit of +incredulity peering out of your eyes, for it is no +random suspicion—no new thought. My husband +lives, and the letter I received last night from +George St. Clair gives me the information that a +'Pearl Hamilton,' who started with a captain's +commission from Pennsylvania was promoted to +the position of colonel of his regiment by the entire +vote of each company upon reaching Washington. +This he copied from a paper for my especial +benefit; and that Colonel Hamilton is <i>my husband</i>; +<i>my Pearl!</i> He is true to me—our hearts are one, +and the fast growing desire to go to him has, +since the receipt of that letter, become full-fledged; +and before communication between the two sections +is entirely cut off I shall go!"</p> + +<p>"Did not the knowledge of his notoriety help to +feather the wings of love, my child?"</p> + +<p>There was something in the tone of voice with +which these words were uttered that caused the +listener's face to flush with amazement and indignation.</p> + +<p>"This from you, Auntie!" she said at last. +"Look at me; remember what I have endured, +realize for a moment from what I have been torn, +consider the burdens that are weighing me down,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> +and then, if it be possible, repeat the question. +You do not know me! For this reason I forgive +the cruel thrust! Pearl Hamilton would hold my +heart as firmly and truly if he were now the humble +clerk in the store where I first knew him, as +an honored officer in the enemy's army!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Stanley took the little white hand that lay +on the arm of the easy chair where Lillian was +sitting and holding it in her loving clasp, said, +soothingly: "My darling, I did not mean at all +what I said. You are too much like your father +to be guilty of such unwomanly selfishness. I +was a little indignant that you should persist in +keeping faith with your childhood's love, and so +uttered what I did not at all feel! I cannot, however, +endure the thought of your going through +the enemy's lines, and if he is a soldier as you +hear, he may be brought to you as a prisoner of +war, when you could be more speedily reunited +than if you should follow out your own wild +schemes."</p> + +<p>"Pearl is not all I have in that muddle! Did I +not say a husband and child? Grace has told you +that I was a mother and that my pretty Lily died +and was buried; but my dear Aunt, I do not believe +it! I never did believe it! Still I had not +the power to combat the story that was told me! +O, I have been so weak! But a letter received by +my mother, and which accidentally fell into my +hands, and her confusion and evident alarm as I +held it before her, assured me that I was the subject +of a heartless fraud and that my child lived! +Ever since I have pondered how I could find her! +If I knew the place where she was born; at what +point on the Atlantic shore stood the romantic<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span> +'Cliff House'; where I was imprisoned those dreadful +weeks, I should before this have visited it. +The weird old nurse would, I am sure, tell me all, +notwithstanding her bribes for secrecy!"</p> + +<p>"Surely you do not believe all this, Lillian? +No wonder the hungering of your heart has eaten +the bloom from your cheek! But there must be +some mistake. No matter how lofty may be a +mother's ambition she could not be guilty of so +vile an act!"</p> + +<p>"Auntie, my cry for months has been 'lead me +in a plain path', and I have been watching for the +shadows to clear away that I might see the road, +and now that my plea has been seemingly +answered and the 'path' winds alone through the +future mysteries so distinctly to my poor, trembling +vision shall I not walk therein? Indeed, I +<i>must</i> go! I can not sit idly here with folded +hands when there is so much to be done and so +many links to be gathered up! My mother well +understood my inertness and worthlessness; she +knew too that my pride would not long allow me +to be a dependent on those upon whom I only had +the claims of kinship. This, she was sure, would +in time bring me in humble penitence to her feet. +I cannot do this; and the other path leads me +farther away from her! I <i>must</i> go!"</p> + +<p>True to her conclusions, in a few days Lillian +Belmont, the petted child of luxury, weak and +enervated by indolence and indulgence, started +alone amid the protestations and pleadings of +those who loved her, en route for Philadelphia +where she knew another aunt, the oldest sister of +her father, would give her a hearty welcome. It +was a tiresome and exciting journey. Quizzing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span> +eyes were upon her everywhere; suspicious glances +were thrust at her from every side, and not +until she crossed the southern lines did she settle +calmly down.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Cheevers received her as one risen from +the dead. Clasping the slender form in her arms +she gazed long and steadfastly into the pale face +without speaking. "To think it is Lillian!" she +said at last. "O, if Pearl were only here! How he +has loved you my child." But tears, the first that +had moistened the beautiful eyes of the stricken +Lillian for many weeks, were now choking her utterance, +and she lay as a weary child on the tender, +sympathizing breast where her poor head was pillowed. +Mrs. Cheevers had known what the longings +of the mother love meant. Well did she +understand the hungerings of its unsatisfied greed, +and as she kissed over and over again the pure +white forehead she thanked God that her brother's +child could nestle so closely to her empty breast!</p> + +<p>"You can never know how peaceful I feel!" +Lillian said an hour after as they sat at a well-filled +board, where she was satisfying a keener +appetite than she had felt for many day. "I could +fly for very joy, so light and buoyant are my +spirits! I have carried a burden so long that the +release seems almost oppressive!"</p> + +<p>"Poor child!" murmured the aunt, while the +masculine face opposite wore an expression of the +deepest sympathy.</p> + +<p>"And to think," he said at last, "that we should +have believed for a moment what those letters contained! +You will, however, do me the honor, +wife, to assure our little Lillian that I never did!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I will do you the justice to acknowledge that +if it had not been for Pearl Hamilton your guilt +would never have been a whit less than my own." +A merry laugh followed this remark, and when it +died away Lillian asked with as much calmness as +she could summon if she might be permitted to +examine the letters spoken of.</p> + +<p>"Of course you may," interposed the uncle. +"Read them, every one, and then forgive your +fickle relative for swallowing the absurd idea that +she who could believe one of the noblest of men +was heartless! But he will be around after the +first three months are over, and then we shall see +how this matter is to be settled! In the meantime +you just rest here and grow fat, for we shall have +regular news from the battle field, and he is no +private! His mother is the proudest woman in +this immense city to-night; and I am going to tell +her that the dead is alive, and—"</p> + +<p>"Please do not Uncle!" pleaded Lillian. "Permit +me to remain secluded and unknown until—well, +for the present at least. It would be so awkward +to explain, and so impossible to convince. +Besides, I am in my swaddling clothes yet; let me +get a little stronger and firmer. I am so happy +that I fear any intrusion; and shall be jealous of +every interference."</p> + +<p>"Say no more; I am not a woman, and can +govern the 'unruly member' with true masculine +power! Be happy, nothing shall interfere with +your growth or pleasure while you remain under +my roof;" and he took his hat from the rack and +stepped nimbly from the house.</p> + +<p>Weeks passed. There had been a dead calm on +the Potomac which only served to agitate and stir<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span> +up a greater excitement elsewhere. There were +murmurings of discontent; whisperings ever so +faint of rebellion in high places; there were impetuous +longings and low mutterings of censure +because the wheels of progress were blocked and +the final consummation of overhanging difficulties +was not speedily brought about; not realizing +that God was marking out the path to a grand and +glorious victory. How prone are human eyes to +seek after their own paths and rely upon their own +strength to "overcome."</p> + +<p>But the great battle, which sent terror into +thousands of hearts and homes, came at last! +Men gathered upon the street corners in the great +city, and quivering lips talked over the great defeat! +The hearts of women pressed silently the +bleeding wounds from which life-blood was ebbing, +for loved ones were slain; and the dark cloud +which had heretofore seemed no larger than a +man's hand was covering the whole sky. Where +was it all to end?</p> + +<p>Lillian was mute but not inactive. Reports +heralded the startling facts that many officers were +wounded and many were killed. In the confusion +and excitement, names were withheld or not yet +ascertained, and three days cleared not away the +uncertainties.</p> + +<p>"I shall go to Washington on the night train," +said Lillian very calmly as the little circle were +talking it over at the table.</p> + +<p>"You, my child? Pray what could you do in +such a place at a time like this?"</p> + +<p>"Please do not think me entirely worthless Uncle; +I can do many things if sympathy compels +me, I feel sure. Why not I, as well as others?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span> +Nurses are called for and if my hands have never +learned what belongs to them, my heart has become +familiar with the necessities sorrow demands. +I can speak soothing words to smooth the pillow of +the dying. I can give a cup of cold water if too +weak to bind up a broken limb! There is work +and I am going to offer myself to aid in performing +it. Do not oppose me. I have passed through +so many grades of opposition and contention that +I have become well skilled in the art of defeating, +so do not trouble yourself to combat me." She +smiled, but the new resolve had left its impress on +the calm, mild face, and no further opposition was +raised.</p> + +<p>We have seen her in the hospital doing the work +of kindness and sympathy nobly and well. There +was not one whose gentle voice could woo the sufferer +into repose as could hers. Not one whose +nerves were firmer when duty laid her demand +upon them.</p> + +<p>"There was a serious skirmish down the river +last night," she had said to Anna Pierson during +her last visit to the hospital, "and the wounded +were brought in." Colonel Hamilton, however, +did not arrive for two or three days, as his wounds +were aggravated, being the fracture of an arm and +the dislocation of the opposite shoulder, caused by +the falling from his horse. A bullet had also +lodged in his side at the time he was disabled, and +the uncertainties of his situation barred his removal. +The papers, however had not been silent, +and the young nurse had learned, before his coming, +of the fears entertained regarding him. How +she longed to administer to his every need, while +her heart shrank from the very thought of standing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span> +before him. How would he meet her? He +was true, they had said; but could they read his +secret thought, or be sure of the emotions beneath +his calm exterior? He was noble and good, but +years would deck the saddest grave with blossoms, +and spread over it a rich covering of emerald +brightness.</p> + +<p>She wondered and trembled, and prayed until +the day came when the stately form was carried +through the long ward and laid tenderly on a neat +white couch prepared for it. Then they came to +her.</p> + +<p>"This new patient we will commit expressly to +your care;" said one. "He must soon be able to +mount his horse again, and no one can soothe an +impatient soldier back to life and activity as soon as +yourself, I am told, so do your best. Let me introduce +you," and the attendant turned toward the +bed where Colonel Hamilton was lying.</p> + +<p>How her knees trembled, and what a faintness +came over her, yet she walked mechanically forward. +"Miss, Miss," and he turned towards Lillian +who was waiting for the introduction. "I +think you will get along rapidly with this young +lady to care for you;" and he bowed graciously. +The eyes of the wounded man were fixed intently +upon the pallid face before him, as the attendant +walked slowly away to conclude another matter in +the farther part of the ward. Neither spoke. Sixteen +years had, indeed, brought changes into the +face of each. He had grown handsomer and nobler, +she thought. Her face had become thinner and +paler, but those eyes; no, no one could mistake +their lustre or beauty.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Lillian?" he interrogated at last, with a doubtful +tone, "It must be, surely it must be Lillian!—my +own—my wife!"</p> + +<p>She was beside him—her arms around his neck;</p> + +<p>"Pearl! O, my husband! Thank God, you +are mine at last! You cannot leave me now, and +no one shall tear me from you."</p> + +<p>Let us drop the veil; there are scenes too holy +for intruding eyes to dwell upon.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="Camp_Fires" id="Camp_Fires"></a> +<img src="images/fig313.jpg" width="500" height="205" alt="Camp Fires" title="Camp Fires" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="FLIGHT_OF_THE_SOUTHERN_SPY" id="FLIGHT_OF_THE_SOUTHERN_SPY"></a>FLIGHT OF THE SOUTHERN SPY.</h3> + + +<p>Swiftly the weeks sped onward, laden with the +events of the nation's disasters. Battles in the +far west were being fought, and mourning and +bereavements swept as a terrible wave over the +land, lighted up here and there with the exultations +of victory; but beneath all the waters lay +deep and turbid. Mrs. Southey remained secluded +for some days after her return from Alexandria. +She had no doubt but her daughter had recognized +her, notwithstanding her disguise, and in all probability +would endeavor to hunt her out. "Would +she expose me?" There was madness in the very +thought, but the question would often present +itself. "Yet what else could she do? Understanding, +as she does, my Confederate sentiments, +she cannot be at a loss in regard to my mission +here," was her daily conclusion, and strongly was +she tempted to fly from the city. But where could +she go? To Philadelphia? She had been criticised +severely from that source in regard to her +treatment of that very one from whom she was +now contemplating hiding herself. It would not be +pleasant going there, and no other northern home +was, to her knowledge, open to her.</p> + +<p>After thinking it over, she calmly informed her +hostess that she proposed to remain where she was,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> +for the present at least, and trust the pride and +natural kindness of her daughter, who she must +confess had a goodly share of both these commodities.</p> + +<p>"She would not willingly disgrace herself, nor," +and she added with some hesitancy, "bring misery, +perhaps death, upon her mother: at least I must +rely upon all this as the lesser of the two evils."</p> + +<p>"Then she is not wholly depraved, as you have +been so willing I should believe," remarked her +companion. "I thought I could not be mistaken +in that face. What if you should go and throw +yourself on her mercy? I can but feel sure that +you would receive it."</p> + +<p>"No, I cannot do that. And then you thought +it impossible that she should recognize me. It +may be so. There certainly would be a want of +discretion should I wantonly expose myself without +a surety of protection. The only way I can +discover is to trust in Providence and wait results."</p> + +<p>"Providence!" sneered her companion. "Meager +claims have we on its friendly protection I +imagine. The fact is, Mrs. Southey, we must figure +this whole matter for ourselves. There seems +to be considerable spunk in the plethoric old +gentleman this war is stirring up, and I doubt if +he would treat such as we with a great amount of +gallantry if introduced to him, and, therefore, let +us figure closely, and not trust to vagaries of which +we know so little. It may do for a <i>Christian like +yourself</i>, but you know that I am an outsider." +This last remark was a little too cynical, and the +lady to whom it was addressed arose to her feet +with flashing eyes. Her companion only smiled, +however, as she motioned her to be reseated.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon, <i>mon amie</i>, I did not really +think you would resent the first compliment I ever +gave you," she laughed, then continued. "I have +been hindering you all the time. Where were you +going? Out for a walk?"</p> + +<p>No sisters ever understood each other better +than did these two women, and seldom was it that +two ever despised each other more. They had met +but seldom before "Mrs. Southey" came to +Washington as a southern spy, but well she knew +that in the home she sought she would find co-operation. +In this she had not been mistaken. +Her mission was carefully guarded, but her everyday +life underwent careful scrutiny. Her dignity +as the 'Mistress of Rosedale' was continually +pierced and wounded without mercy, while she remained +powerless in the hands of her tormentor. +The morning scene we are chronicling was not an +exceptional one; still it left the lady in a burning +rage. At dinner, however, the hostess met her +with many bland excuses for neglecting her so +long, thus pressing the thorns deeper that were +sorely goading her victim all unconsciously to +other eyes. How true that the spirit of evil despises +and seeks to lacerate itself when its reflection +is seen in the bosom of another!</p> + +<p>"I have an invitation for you to take an airing +in the elegant turn-out of our pet senator, by the +side of his queenly wife, this p.m., at four." The +bustling housekeeper said this amid the superintending +of the dinner arrangements. "You will +go, of course, and so I told the servant who brought +in the card. You are looking so pale and thin that +I am sure the ride will do you good."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span></p> + +<p>At the hour appointed the carriage stood before +the door, and the senator's wife called out pleasantly, +as the two ladies appeared in sight, "the air is +delicious, Mrs. Southey, and I can fully recommend +its sanitary powers, having been cured of an +oppressive headache already. You are not looking +as well as usual," she continued, as the lady addressed +tripped down the stone steps where the footman +was waiting to hand her into the carriage.</p> + +<p>"Will it reach the heart and conscience and +drive out its ailments?" queried the hostess.</p> + +<p>The thin lips of Mrs. Southey parted slightly +as she threw back a keen glance at the speaker in +the doorway. Without apparently noticing it she +continued, "If I thought it would I would order a +carriage and perform some long-neglected duties."</p> + +<p>It was a lovely afternoon, as the senator's wife +had reported, and as Mrs. Southey reclined dreamily +in one corner of the luxurious barouche, a sensation, +almost peaceful, came stealing over her +while she listened to the agreeable words of her +companion, and felt the cool soft breezes playing +about her. For a while, at least, she forgot herself +with all the attending perplexities of her situation, +in the musical clatter of the horses' hoofs on the +hard road. At last she was waked from her reveries +as from a dream, by observing the carriage stop in +the street and hearing her companion accost some +one outside.</p> + +<p>"I am happy to meet you," she said; "I have +been so anxious about your patient. How is he +getting along?"</p> + +<p>"Slowly improving," came back the answer.</p> + +<p>"<i>Good heavens! That voice!</i>" How the guilty +woman trembled! It was that of her only daughter—her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span> +Lillian! Did she long to clasp again +that form, once so beloved, in her maternal embrace? +Why did her cheeks and lips suddenly +become chill and pallid? Why should every +nerve quiver as she sat there mute with a palsying +fear? Ah, she well knew that a pair of large +dark eyes were fastened upon her, reading the +emotions of her very soul, avoid them as she +would! In vain did she endeavor to adjust her +veil, which was thoughtlessly thrown back from +her face in her dream of peace; but it became entangled +with the trimmings of her bonnet, and it +was impossible to disengage it. With a sensation +of despair she settled back as far as possible among +the shadows and painfully waited for the issue.</p> + +<p>"Then you will come to-morrow?" she heard +Lillian say. "I want much to see you for more +than one reason."</p> + +<p>"I think I will not fail," was the cheerful +answer.</p> + +<p>"Then I will tell him. The prospect, I am +sure, will speed his convalescence."</p> + +<p>The carriage moved on. The crouching figure +straightened a little for a freer breath.</p> + +<p>"Did you see those beautiful eyes?" asked her +companion turning towards her. "I beg your +pardon!" was the impulsive exclamation as she +looked into the face beside her. "I ought not to +have kept you out so long. You look as though +you were chilled through; we will return immediately!"</p> + +<p>"O, no! I am not cold! A sudden—dizziness +I think—must have come over me! Do not return; +indeed—I am not cold—the ride is exceedingly +pleasant! Let us go on."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span></p> + +<p>Her listener was surprised. Never had she seen +the aristocratic Mrs. Southey so beside herself. +Her words and manner perplexed her, still she +made no reply.</p> + +<p>"The young lady—who was she? Her eyes? +O, yes! They were very fine! I think I must +have seen her before!"</p> + +<p>"At the hospital then," was the reply; "for she +seldom goes out. I must tell you about her. She +has been in Alexandria, doing good service I believe, +and has now come to the city to nurse her +husband, who is badly wounded and was brought +thither for better accommodations, as he is an officer +in high rank and is much needed in the field."</p> + +<p>"Her husband!" almost shrieked the miserable +woman; "did you say her <i>husband</i>?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly! Why not? Do you know her? +You astonish me by your looks and appearance! +Enlighten me, I beseech you, Mrs. Southey!" exclaimed +the lady.</p> + +<p>The wretched woman tried to speak, but found +not the power to do so.</p> + +<p>At last she gasped, "I beg your pardon! I am +strangely nervous to-day, I confess. It is true, I +thought at first that I had seen the lady some +years ago, but conclude I must have been mistaken +or she would have remembered me. The +mother of the one she so much resembles is a very +dear friend of mine and her marriage was clandestine +and seriously against her parents' wishes. I +knew that the news of their reunion would greatly +distress them, and so allowed my sympathies to run +away with me and frighten you. You will pardon +me?" she interrogated, beseechingly, as she laid +her hand on her companion's arm.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 375px;"><a name="Did_you_say_her_husband" id="Did_you_say_her_husband"></a> +<img src="images/fig320.jpg" width="375" height="600" alt=""Did you say her husband?"" title=""Did you say her husband?"" /> +<span class="caption smcap">"Did you say her husband?"</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Certainly. I do not wonder at your agitation! +But really, I think your friend ought not to distress +herself about her daughter's choice were it +so. Colonel Hamilton is one of our noblest and +most heroic officers, and it is now being whispered +in military circles that as soon as he is recovered +his promotion will be speedy to the rank of brigadier, +whether he is ever able to occupy it or not. +I wish you would go with me to-morrow and see +him. He is certainly one of the finest looking +men I ever saw!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Southey, however, declined the honor. +She was "too weak and sensitive to endure excitement," +as she had given abundant proof during +the last hour.</p> + +<p>It was true, and the lady accepted the refusal +gracefully. "Sometime you must tell me more +about this colonel's wife in whom we both are so +much interested, will you?" she asked, as they +reached the street where was Mrs. Southey's +temporary home.</p> + +<p>"I shall be happy to keep you informed as to +his recovery, and will call as soon as possible after +my next visit to the hospital."</p> + +<p>"Thank you!" and so they parted.</p> + +<p>How little either knew of the emotions or convictions +of the other! What a long catalogue of +ills were being chronicled in the inner chamber of +the guilty soul! It was a slight peep the penetrating +eyes caught through the partially opened +door ere the power of self-control returned to close +it, but no sophistry could dispose of the horrors +thus revealed! When again in her room she +dropped into an easy chair evidently exhausted.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Your ride must have been wearisome," suggested +her hostess. "You do not look as well as +when you went out," she continued, carelessly, +raising her eyes from the paper she had in her +hand.</p> + +<p>"I am not well," was the prompt reply.</p> + +<p>"Have you been driven under a halter? One +would imagine that justice had been close upon +you;" and she turned the page with perfect <i>sang +froid</i>.</p> + +<p>"Be merciful, I beseech you!" was the plaintive +wail of her companion. "I will tell you all! I +have not been chased by <i>justice</i> as you intimate, +but what is worse—I have seen Lillian and she +has seen me! The carriage stopped while the two +friends talked, and all the time her eyes were fixed +upon my uncovered face; and to-morrow they meet +at the hospital! I know my uncontrollable agitation +has betrayed much, and there is little doubt +but she will finish what I have so ignobly begun. +Beside this my daughter has found her husband, +who is none other than the Colonel Hamilton of +whom so much has been said of late! Of course +he will aid her in performing what she would +never have the strength to accomplish herself!" +The head of the wretched mother sank upon her +hand, while her whole frame shook with emotion. +Her companion had risen and now stood before +her.</p> + +<p>"The time has come when you must leave!" +she said with a tone as ringing and metallic as the +clinking of steel when rudely smiting its fellow. +"I have the arrangements all made, expecting it +would come to this, for, as you are well aware, it +would not be very comfortable for the innocent to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span> +be found in such bad company!" The tall figure +became erect as her keen eyes were fixed upon the +face of the speaker, while she continued: "Send +your usual message and add in postscript a command +to get that horse ready as ordered and +brought around at eleven to the spot designated. +I have a suit prepared, and at about ten miles +there is a friend who will grant you a retreat for +the present. I can send you word when you must +fly farther. Now I will leave you, for it is nearly +six and the order must be written immediately!"</p> + +<p>Alone! What dismal horrors haunt the guilty +mind when let loose upon itself! A spy! And +in the enemy's country, hemmed in by the barriers +of war with no way of escape to a land of safety, +if such a place could be found! A rebel! And +truth all ready to whisper in the ear of offended +justice "behold the traitor!"</p> + +<p>"Where is my strength? My pride?" she +murmured, as she arose and walked across the +room. "How I tremble! The gallows! What +a reward for my persevering and arduous labors! +I understand it!"</p> + +<p>Then her mind wandered to the story of a German +monarch who caused the executioner to blow +his death-blast before the door of his brother's +palace. "Ah, you tremble," said the king, "when +the prospect of temporal death is so near; but look +a little farther and behold the eternal pangs of the +soul! How now? Does the sight appall thee? +Go to thy home, my brother, the king desires not +thy life; but remember the errors of a temporal +death and shun the horrors of the second!"</p> + +<p>"If I had done this! O, Lillian, Lillian my +child! You cannot see your mother at this hour,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span> +and it is well! The first—yes the second death is +for such as I!"</p> + +<p>"I shall do no such thing!" she exclaimed +aloud at last as she reseated herself by the window. +"The horse perish with its rider! I want neither; +I swear it! This hateful business stops here! O +wretched, wretched woman that I am! Who shall +deliver me from the body of this death? Was not +that in the Bible? Ah, I remember! The voice +that has been silent for many years once repeated +those words in my hearing when his hour had +come. The Bible! I will go to Philadelphia. +Mrs. Cheevers will not turn me from her door for—for—she +is a Christian! Pride? Away with it! +O the curse of a false ambition!"</p> + +<p>The shadows of twilight fell noiselessly about +her, spreading over the bent figure a pall of tender +sympathy. Then she arose, lighted the gas and +hurriedly threw into her trunks the plain, rich +wardrobe of the elegant "English lady," and locking +them prepared to go out. She had remembered +that the northern train left the depot at eight, and +she was going upon it! She passed out without +interruption, and in a half hour the drayman was +standing in the hall ready to be shown where the +trunks were waiting. "This way," called Mrs. +Southey; "you will need help for they are large."</p> + +<p>"Where are you going?" asked the lady of the +house with great astonishment, opening the parlor +door. "Surely you are not going to tear yourself +away so abruptly? How lonely I shall be without +my aristocratic English guest! But do tell me, +where are you going?"</p> + +<p>"Out of death unto life," was the quick reply. +"This way! Do not mar the railing;" and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span> +two men passed on with the last trunk. "Forty +minutes before train time, I believe?" she interrogated +as she stepped forward to close the door. +"Yes, madam;" and she turned to the bewildered +woman who was silently gazing at her.</p> + +<p>"Well, I am going," she said calmly; "it matters +not to you where, but remember this! If +there is a path for such as I back to womanhood I +am determined to find it!" A cynical laugh was +her only response. "Nevertheless, it is true! The +miseries of the last few days have completed the +grave into which I have cast my pride and ambitions; +would that the bitter memories of the past +could be buried with them! But I must go. +Farewell—do not wait to attempt your own rescue +until the quicksands have swallowed you up; +again farewell!"</p> + +<p>Her companion did not speak, but turned coldly +away, while Mrs. Belmont, with a heart lighter +than it had been for many months, tripped down +the steps. New resolutions had taken possession +of her soul, and with them had entered a ray of +cheering light. The door had been thrown ajar +for the spirit of penitence, but how dark the long +closed chamber appeared, how ghostly the spectral +memories that crouched among its shadows! The +"broken and contrite heart" had not as yet opened +the windows to the glories of the noonday sun of +righteousness; and the door was reclosed, and +upon the outside the new resolves were laid with +trembling hands. She was Mrs. Belmont again—the +mistress of Rosedale, and nevermore would +she stoop to fraud or ignominy! Her daughter +would come to her and ask for the mother-love her +disobedience had forfeited, and she would humbly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span> +grant it! Colonel Hamilton was not one to be +ashamed of; and then the dark night at the seashore, +the cry of the abducted Lily rolled its burden +of remorse close where the new resolutions +were lying, and she trembled as the engine +whistled its frightful alarm—something was on +the track! "O God! What if Thy anger should +fall upon me, where O where shall the sinner appear?" +burst from her lips as she covered her face +with her hands.</p> + +<p>"There is no danger," shouted the brakeman at +last; "the track is clear." And with folded hands +she rode on breathing freely once more.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 429px;"><a name="The_Night_Train" id="The_Night_Train"></a> +<img src="images/fig327.jpg" width="429" height="500" alt="The Night Train" title="The Night Train" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIX" id="CHAPTER_XXIX"></a>CHAPTER XXIX.</h2> + +<h3><a name="A_NIGHT_UPON_THE_BILLOWS" id="A_NIGHT_UPON_THE_BILLOWS"></a>A NIGHT UPON THE BILLOWS.</h3> + + +<p>How the circumstances of life throw us about! +Now, upon the revolving wheel, we are raised high +above our fellows, where, from our dizzy elevation, +we look about us with a sense of giddiness lest +we fall; then with sudden revolution we descend +while those upon the low grounds are carried up. +Change! Change!</p> + +<p>Our little circle of actors in the present drama +were on the "wheel," but not one experienced more +disagreeable sensations in its turnings than did +Mrs. Belmont, the once haughty mistress of Rosedale. +Hers was not alone in the experience of external +disagreeables; but in her soul, where the continual +revolvings of the corresponding whirlings +of good resolutions and evil passions, which the +hand of avarice was turning. Poor soul; with +only such a power to govern its weal or woe!</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord lingered about the maelstrom +where her darling had disappeared from sight +many weeks, loth to believe that she would not rise +again to bless and cheer her loneliness. "She was +so like me," she would repeat over and over again; +"the same restless ambitions, the same longings +after something her hand could never reach! And +now she is gone! I could bear it if the beautiful +casket, emptied of its treasure had been left for my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span> +stricken heart to cherish and lay away in its bed +of flowers under the green grass; but to lose all +but the memory of her uncertain fate! This is +the darkest cloud of all. Then what will Willie, +the poor struggling cripple, say? How shall I +ever meet him."</p> + +<p>The shadows deepened in the home of the St. +Clair's, and none rejoiced more when the husband +bore his weeping wife back to her Virginia life +than did the sympathizing Mrs. Mason. "It was +dreadful," she said to her mother, after the good-byes +were over; "but as we could not help it +became a trifle monotonous,—this petting and +soothing."</p> + +<p>"Well, as for me, I would give a pretty large +sum to know the whole of that transaction," remarked +Mr. St. Clair, one day as the whole matter +was being talked over. "There is a wheel within +a wheel or I am mistaken. These old eyes are not +so very blind when they have their spectacles on."</p> + +<p>"I do wish you would never again throw out one +of your wild and foolish 'perhaps so's!" exclaimed +the wife pettishly. "I should not be surprised if +your cousin should bring you before the courts for +slander."</p> + +<p>The husband threw up his broad hands high +above his head while a merry peal of laughter +rang through the apartment.</p> + +<p>"Only to think, wife! Slander! I tell you there +are chapters in that woman's life that she would +not like to have me or any one else be fumbling +over, and there is not much danger that she will +ever turn the leaves for my especial benefit."</p> + +<p>"You are too bad; the mother of Lillian Belmont +ought to be above such insinuations, Mr. St. Clair!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span></p> + +<p>"That is a fact, but she is not, and there is +where the too bad comes in;" and the merry laugh +again resounded.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord reached her home in safety. It +was a fine old residence, standing back from the +highway, nearly hidden from the passer by because +of the large wide-spreading trees with which it was +surrounded; yet the broadly-paved walks that +branched off in every direction as they wound +around among the cool shadows of the overhanging +branches were delightfully inviting to the +weary traveler who looked in upon them. The +mistress of that pleasant retreat now, however, +walked with languid step up the winding path to +the house with a heavy heart. The darker shades +of an overhanging gloom oppressed her. On the +portico the servants were collected to give her welcome, +and as she took the tawny hand of each +in her own, said, "You too will miss your young +mistress. You loved her, Jenny,—she will make +no more turbans for you, Phebe—and poor little +Pegs! who will fix his kite or teach him how to +spin his top?"</p> + +<p>"Whar is she Missus?" asked Phebe, with the +great tears rolling down her ebony cheeks, and +several other voices chimed in "Dar—dar—Missus, +whar is she?"</p> + +<p>"Dead! Swallowed up by the big sea, and we +shall see her no more!" She passed on, for Mr. +Gaylord had taken her arm and was leading her +into the long drawing-room, where he bade her stop +her prating and making a simpleton of herself.</p> + +<p>"It might as well be she as any one," he continued, +noticing the look of distress on the pale +face; "Seldom could there be found a young lady<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span> +of her attractions who would break fewer hearts +by disappearing than would she. But I am sorry +for you. There was a little more color in your +face, and a slight return of the former sprightliness +in your manner while she was with you. But +she is gone, Mrs. Gaylord, and what is the use of +throwing misery over every one who crosses your +path because of it? If you must pine away the +few attractions you have left out of your life, why, +do it silently and alone."</p> + +<p>Her tears ceased at the commencement of this little +sympathetic(?) speech and she now stood before +her husband cold and chilling. Servants came and +went with little acts of attention and considerable +bustle of ceremony, yet, with her arm resting upon +the marble mantel, she moved not, for her thoughts +had driven away her weariness. A visitor was +announced and she turned to see that her husband +had seated himself by the window with his paper, +and was deep in the perplexing problems it had +brought to him.</p> + +<p>"War! War!" Its columns were full. Preparations +were going on everywhere. Calls were +made for every lover of his country and home to +see to it that his powers, of whatever sort, were immediately +put in working order. He yawned as +he turned to the last page, and looked up as if supposing +his lady was still present, and he had +something to say to her, but he was alone. "Well," +he said, between the snatches of a military air +which he was whistling; "I must away. 'The +bugle sounds to arms, to arms,' and Fred Gaylord +can as well be spared from the loving embraces +of his adorable spouse as any one. Heigho! +'The echos are ringing alarms, alarms.' Hello,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span> +my good fellow! Nero, come and greet your master," +and the huge mastiff walked boldly in +through the open window, and with many demonstrations +of pleasure licked the hand that caressed +him.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mrs. Gaylord," he said the next morning +as they were sitting at the breakfast table, "in a +week I shall go to Richmond!"</p> + +<p>"To join the army?"</p> + +<p>"Well—no! I cannot say as I have any particular +desire to set up this six feet of flesh and +bones as a target for designing men to shoot at! +It wouldn't be comfortable, you know! Besides, I +can do a better thing for my country. Mine is to +plan, advise and superintend. There will be plenty +of this work to do, and you will get along very +well without me." He arose and sauntered out +into the open air, whistling as he went "the girl I +left behind me." The wife watched the manly +figure until it disappeared among the trees.</p> + +<p>"Not much nobility in the character of a +coward," she thought, as she looked after him. +"Our grandest and noblest men in the South, as +well as in the North, will enter the field of battle +and—yes, will die and be buried! Hearts will +ache and homes will be saddened, and the great +wheel of destiny will keep on turning just as if +nothing unusual was happening! Lives are being +continually thrown upon it, and as rapidly hurled +by its flying motion into darkness—into forgetfulness! +Where is it? Where do they go? Where +is Lily? That soul so full of longings, of ambitious, +of unbounded faiths, hopes and shadowy desires, +real to itself but mysterious to the uninitiated? +Surely such a being has not been cast away among<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span> +the rubbish of past ages as worthless, to find in +the darkness the end of all these? No! no! She +was right! There is something in these compounds +of humanity that are not easily satisfied +and cannot readily be extinguished. My own +wild, restless cravings tell me this! Why should +this 'hungering and thirsting' be given me if there +was nothing with which to satisfy it? I once +foolishly imagined that wealth and position would +do this, but I starve with it all! I have said in +my heart, 'eat, drink, and be merry; get the +brightest things out of life that are possible, for +the end cometh.' O Lily, my child! How much +I need you! The shadows were lifting—there was +a faint light in the east, the glimmering of a new +day; but the darkness has set in again, the night +is not ended!" She was listlessly walking up and +down the elegant parlors as these thoughts ran +through her mind.</p> + +<p>Weeks passed. Mr. Gaylord had long been +away, swallowed up in the excitements and business +of war, and she seldom heard from him; still she +had no fears, for he was only "planning, engineering +and advising!" This was safe business surely! +The grand old house had been filled with friends +and relatives who had fled from the immediate +scenes of action to take refuge out of harm's way; +still when the hot July days were come with their +enervating oppressiveness Mrs. Gaylord thought +of the quiet village inn at the north where she +had first met her Lily, and her heart pined for its +cooling shades once more. But the husband had +said she must not attempt to go into the enemy's +country, or she would be taken for a spy.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span></p> + +<p>"However," she thought one day, "I will write +to Mr. Bancroft and hear about Willie; this will +do me a little good at least." She did write. The +tumults of war increased. The reports of conflicts +were heard everywhere! The dark wave was rolling +up from the far south and threatening to +sweep over the boundary lines east and west, +scorching and destroying everything in its progress. +Mrs. Gaylord watched its coming with a +great fear stirring her whole being. What would +become of them? Then there came an answer to +her letter. How greedily she broke the seal; how +her heart bounded as she unfolded the well-filled +sheet!</p> + +<p>"How glad I was to hear from you," it began. +"I did not know but you had been lost in the terrible +fire! How it rages! Where will it end? +When the passions of men become aroused Justice +and Mercy must fold their arms and wait. But, +my dear Mrs. Gaylord, cruelties, wrong dealings, +abominations are not confined to war or kept +within the machinations of my own sex. You +speak of your loss and loneliness—come to us. +You will be happier here, and a great problem +still unsolved requires your aid. Next week a +friend of mine will go to Washington for a few +days only; now if you can get through Baltimore +meet him there and he will conduct you safely to +my home. I will see him to-day and write the +particulars to-morrow. Willie is not with me just +now, there being greater attractions elsewhere. +All will be explained when you are with us. It is +best that you should follow out my suggestions. +I should have written you many weeks ago if I +had not heard that you were not at home, and it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span> +was very uncertain whether a letter would find +you in these troublesome times."</p> + +<p>"How strangely he writes," she thought, as the +paper dropped from her hand. "A problem! He +had heard I was not at home; who told him? +Why am I needed to help solve the problem? +There is a mystery in all this! It is not like him. +I must—yes, I will go! Mr. Gaylord's brother's +widow, who must remain here with her family, +should do all that I could, and I must go!" How +restlessly she tossed upon her pillow that night! +The problem! The mystery! Mr. Gaylord might +not like it; he had told her to remain where she +was; but something within bade her go. Another +letter came, as was expected. There was much +advise, counsel and many directions, and then it +said: "I will just add for your perusal a short +preface to a most exciting story. It may be that +the interest it will awaken will have more power +to draw you than anything I can say by way of +persuasion. You know that there is an assurance +somewhere that 'the sea shall give up its dead,' +and that we 'shall meet our loved ones,' etc. +These are, without doubt, true, for we have many +a foretaste of the good things to come even here. +One to the point is fresh before me. More than +two months ago Willie received a letter from over +the ocean that the good ship Constitution had +picked up from off the dark billows a floating waif +alone in an open boat somewhere along the southern +shore, and as they were bound for Liverpool +had no alternative but to take their prize with +them. They did so and it was then lying in a +hospital very sick, and the greater part of the time +delirious. The physicians, however, had prophesied<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span> +a speedy recovery when the crisis was passed, +and as they had succeeded in learning the address +of the one about whom she had talked almost incessantly, +concluded to write to him. 'Be not +alarmed' it went on to say, 'for it was not strange +that such a night on the billows of a stormy sea +should have upset a stronger set of nerves, or bewildered +even a more massive brain.' But she +would recover, and when strong enough would be +brought back to Boston where her home was, as +they had gathered from her talk. Still it was their +desire to hear immediately if a young lady had +been missing from those parts; a Miss 'Lily Gaylord', +the name found on the clothing."</p> + +<p>"My Lily!" almost shrieked the excited woman +unable to read farther. "Preserved again! What +a wonderful power is holding her! But how did +she come on the sea? This is the problem—O, +who can solve it?" Her burning eyes again fell +upon the paper.</p> + +<p>"And now she is with Willie in their old home. +I was there a few days ago and found her very +pale and thin. I told her I was going to insist +that you should come north, when her dark eyes +brightened and she said, 'O do!' Her story told +Willie is a strange one; more wonderful than fiction. +But you will come now, and so I will reserve +the rest until your arrival."</p> + +<p>Did she go? How laggard were the days that +intervened between the receipt of this letter and +the "next Thursday week" when she was to meet +Mr. Bancroft's friend in Washington. Then she +thought it all over. The strange incidents concerning +the disappearance of her darling; the suspicions +so abruptly spoken by Mr. St. Clair on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span> +that sad evening! True, he was excited and +might have said what he did not feel; but Mrs. +Belmont's unsatisfactory explanations as to why +she should be out in such a place, at such a time, +with no other attendant than a cowardly servant, +was all such a mystery! Why should that lady +wish to injure the child? Had she not said on +several occasions that she "had taken a fancy +to the dear girl?" Yes, several times! And this +was nothing strange; everybody admired her! +Certainly she had done nothing to the mistress of +Rosedale to excite in her a desire to do her harm! +It could not be! The more she thought it over, +the more she recalled half-forgotten looks and +words, the more was she perplexed.</p> + +<p>"I will wait," she thought at last; "perhaps +Lily can throw a little light upon the transaction. +Whatever were the designs of Mrs. Belmont, Lily +is safe! More than ever now will she believe that +a mighty hand kept her above the dark billows! +Twice has she ridden alone and unguided upon +them, yet she did not sink! The picture in the +old Bible in the library, which I have pondered so +many times, seems to impress itself now upon my +soul. Like Peter, Jesus must have walked beside +her, upheld and guided the frail boat with its +precious freight; and it may be—it may be He +spoke to the angry deep 'peace, be still'! I wish +I believed it all. How cheering it must be—such +faith I mean—to the lone mariner on the dark billows +of life to be cared for by one who can do +these things! Hush the storms and command +the waves and they obey Him! I think I should +not toss about in my little boat as hopelessly, or +shudder with such fear as I look out over the dark<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span> +waters that are rolling about me, if this faith were +mine. O Lily! So like me, yet so far removed, +with the great God of heaven for your father, and +the Saviour for your friend and protector! I will +know more of this! I am disappointed, hungry +and thirsty. The waters are deep; the waves +dash upon my frail bark!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 343px;"><a name="The_Billows" id="The_Billows"></a> +<img src="images/fig338.jpg" width="343" height="387" alt="The Billows" title="The Billows" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXX" id="CHAPTER_XXX"></a>CHAPTER XXX.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_SHADOWS_AS_THEY_FLY" id="THE_SHADOWS_AS_THEY_FLY"></a>THE SHADOWS AS THEY FLY.</h3> + + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord arrived safely in Boston, after a +very wearisome journey and was met by Mr. Bancroft +with many demonstrations of delight.</p> + +<p>"It will please Willie so much," he said, after +it was well over, by way of apology. "That gentle +little cripple of yours, Mrs. Gaylord," he continued, +"has taken a long hitch into my affections, +and it does me good to gratify his whims."</p> + +<p>"They are together, then?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, out on the farm. I was there last week +and told them you were coming, although I was +not positive in the matter as I would like to have +been; but I guessed it! You know that is our +Yankee privilege."</p> + +<p>No amount of persuasion could induce the lady +to remain in the city for a rest; she must go at +once! "What a sad time poor Lily must have +had of it. I am so anxious to hear all about it!"</p> + +<p>"Your curiosity will not gain any great corpulency +by what she can tell you, I imagine," he +laughed. "She seems very reticent when touching +the supposed reasons for her ride, and it is my +opinion that there was more in the tender solicitude +of that precious friend she found down south +than was discernable to the naked eye!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Was there ever an open transgression, or an +imaginary evil perpetrated that a woman was not +at the bottom of it?" Mrs. Bancroft made this +little speech in the form of an inquiry with a very +smiling face, and a mischievous twinkle in her +blue eyes. "There is my good husband, for instance, +who declared this very morning that if you +did not come, it would be because I did not more +positively insist! Just as though you did not +know how much I loved you years ago, and, although +a woman, love you still!"</p> + +<p>"But she has come, wife," interposed the laughing +husband, "and, no doubt, is tired and hungry. +You will wait until morning before proceeding +farther?" he queried, turning to the visitor.</p> + +<p>"I shall be obliged to, I suppose, for, if I remember +correctly, there is but one more train in +that direction to-night, and that is at five, while it +is nearly four now."</p> + +<p>The following morning, on the first train going +west was Mrs. Gaylord, with her dusky-browed +companion, who seldom was apart from her mistress. +Now they were going to the little village +for the third time, where both had spent so many +pleasant days. "We will take dinner there," the +lady had said, "and then I will go for a drive and +find Lily."</p> + +<p>Tiny had said nothing, but her eyes were open +as well as those of her mistress; and now a smile +came and lingered around the well-formed mouth.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord saw it.</p> + +<p>"How do you imagine Miss Lily came out on +the ocean that dark night, Tiny? There is that +at times in your face which leads me to think you +know something about it."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span></p> + +<p>"O no, Missus; Tiny don't know nothin'; she +'spect tho', dat de good Lord didn't take her dar."</p> + +<p>"But He took her off, Tiny?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Missus, He duz that, but He neber got nobody +to carry her dar."</p> + +<p>"Did any one do that?"</p> + +<p>"Don't know, but I'se see Missus Belmont talkin' +to a white trash more'n once, and I 'spects +somthin'."</p> + +<p>"Who were they, Tiny?"</p> + +<p>"Couldn't tell; 'twas drefful dark down on +secon' street, but I know'd her. I went wid Cassa +down to see Pliny, what was sick, and she was dar +by de carriage shop talkin'."</p> + +<p>Perplexities thickened. If she had done this, +why was it done? There must have been a reason +for such a terrible act!</p> + +<p>The whistle blew, and the train stopped at the +junction. Carriages were waiting, and into one +stepped Mrs. Gaylord, followed by her servant.</p> + +<p>"Ah! Glad to see you at Kirkham again."</p> + +<p>The lady turned quickly. "O, it is you, Frank. +How warm you are here. Drive on, there is a cool +breath waiting for me under the maples."</p> + +<p>With the sensation of unburdening, Mrs. Gaylord +went out before dinner into the pleasant grove +in the rear of the hotel, where she found the cool +breath waiting. Here, at least, the war could not +reach her! The sound of strife, of anger or oppression +could not search her out! The first great +battle had been fought, and there was mourning as +well as exultation in the land, while the blood of +patriots was at boiling heat. Was it this that oppressed +her? Had she grieved at the result, or +had her Southern tendencies made it joy? She<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span> +asked herself this question more than once; and +as she sat under the shadows of the whispering +trees, concluded that, let the results be what they +would, she loved the cool, unimpassioned Northerners, +with their independence and self-sustaining +powers. She would wait. She had found peace in +days gone by as she looked calmly out over the +waste of waters whither she was floating, and felt +no hard throbbings of the heart where love was +dying! Would this peace come again? Not until +she had seen Lily, and the mysterious problem +solved should she look for it. She did not like this +tangling up of broken threads; indeed, she did +not want them to break at all; but, since they +must, why could they not dangle free from each +other?</p> + +<p>Soon after dinner, and while the sun was still +high, the carriage came around for her.</p> + +<p>"Going to see the cripple, Willie Evans?" interrogated +the driver from the box, with all the +northern familiarity. "His sister is back again, +and a hard time she's had of it; so they say;" +he continued, for the lady had not answered. She +spoke now.</p> + +<p>"She was with me, you remember, at the +hotel."</p> + +<p>"Ah! yes, ma'am, I remember! There is something +strange about her adventure, but I dare say +it will in time be all explained."</p> + +<p>She had not liked the way the simple-minded +man gave his information. What if, after all, gossip, +should burden her shoulders with the strange +rumors. She had not thought of this! How +would she be received at the cottage? Would<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span> +Willie blame her? But Lily had told all! She +certainly would relieve her from censure.</p> + +<p>The carriage stopped at the gate and Mrs. Hopkins +appeared in the doorway.</p> + +<p>"Are the young people at home?" inquired the +lady without moving from her seat.</p> + +<p>"They have gone for a short walk to the lake, +but will be back soon," was the reply. "Mrs. +Gaylord, I believe? They will be glad to see +you! You had better come in and I will send for +them."</p> + +<p>"I will go," said the driver; and Mrs. Gaylord +stepped from her carriage and entered the little +parlor.</p> + +<p>"You will find that the girl is much changed," +remarked Mrs. Hopkins, handing the lady a chair. +"She is very thin and pale. She has been +seriously ill, and I do not wonder! It <i>was</i> dreadful! +Her being out all night in that terrible +storm; and in an open boat all alone! I tell her +that she had better stay where her <i>friends</i> are +now, if it <i>is</i> in the lower walks of life! She has +some very foolish notions that, in my opinion, she +would be much better without." Mrs. Hopkins +had taken a seat close by the window, and seemingly +was communing with herself rather than +entertaining her visitor. Mrs. Gaylord allowed +her to proceed without interruption. "She is +poor, homeless and friendless, and the sooner she +makes up her mind to settle down to these facts +and go to work, the happier she will be."</p> + +<p>"I think you are a little mistaken about her +poverty, friendships or home, for to my certain +knowledge she has all. At any rate she can have +them by the acceptance."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It seems that she did accept, and you see how +it has turned out. She comes back without clothes +or health and ready to seek shelter in the home +she once so foolishly left. Still," she continued, +as she espied a flush of indignation sweeping over +the face of her listener, "I have much to thank +you for in regard to my poor brother. He is very +happy in being able to earn his board and provide +for his own necessities. It was kind in you to bestow +such happiness on a poor cripple. We had +never thought it possible that he could ever be +anything but a burden." The lady moved nervously. +"Of course we were willing to take care of +him, but it's so much pleasanter for one to take care +of himself. Mr. Bancroft has seemingly taken a +great liking to him. He was out here last week +and wanted he should hurry through with his +vacation as he was lonely, so he said. I thought +the change would be bad for him, but he has +grown quite fleshy and is looking well." The +voice ceased, for suddenly she had awakened to +the consciousness that she was talking all alone.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord was busy with her thoughts. +This then was the Fanny of whom Lily had told +her. What wonder that her sensitive nature had +shrank from her! Such exhibitions of a selfish +spirit! It was not strange the atmosphere of such +a home had chilled and frozen her warm, tender +affections. But it was over. She should not remain +a day longer where such storms of frost and +snow must continually pelt her! She was indignant. +"Glad to get back to the home she had +left" without friends or clothing! She looked up +and saw a pair of stern eyes fixed upon her.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon, I was wandering with my +thoughts just then." "And I was waiting for them +to come back," was the response. "Of course you +will let the girl remain now where she rightfully +belongs? She can help me and pay her way if +she feels so disposed, and it's time that she should. +If she is let alone I have no doubt she will make +quite a woman. She wanted to see you and I had +no objections; but you had better not trouble +yourself farther about her. Don't you think so?"</p> + +<p>"I can answer your question better at nightfall," +Mrs. Gaylord replied, ironically. "I shall +take them both with me to the hotel if they will +go, and after talking the matter over can conclude +with greater wisdom."</p> + +<p>"Of course they will! Some people are very +willing to seek for aid when helpless and in +trouble, but have no idea of returning the favors +received when an opportunity is offered for them +to do so!"</p> + +<p>The little party were coming up the garden +walk and Mrs. Gaylord arose to meet them. With +a bound and a cry of pleasure Lily sprang into +the open arms ready to receive her.</p> + +<p>"O Lily, Lily, my darling!" exclaimed the +sweet voice, while the lips that spoke these words +were kissing brow and cheek passionately. Willie +was hitching himself over the green grass +towards them. "You are changed! How very +sick you must have been!" and she held the weeping +girl off at arm's length that she might look at +her. "Get yourself ready, as the carriage must +be back to the hotel in three hours and it is nearly +two already." She stepped forward and clasped +the cripple's extended hand. "It makes me more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span> +happy than I can tell to meet you both again. +You will go with us? I so pine for one of our old +talks duplicated. Frank, help Willie to the carriage." +And she turned to find that Lily had +disappeared, and in her place stood the veritable +Mrs. Hopkins.</p> + +<p>"I do not want you to think," she said, meekly, +"that I am not willing that you should be her +friend, but I do think that if you are, you will advise +her to remain in her present home, where she +seems to have been placed, and not attempt to be +what she is not or ever can be!"</p> + +<p>Lily's appearance put an end to further conversation, +and without a moment's delay the horses +were turned towards the village.</p> + +<p>"You see I have changed my plumage," Lily +said with a smile. "I returned to Boston with a +very small wardrobe, only what had been provided +for me at the hospital by some kind visitors, and +Willie out of his little accumulations insisted upon +this French lawn, which I keep for my 'dress-up.' +It is very pretty, is it not?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, but it seems to me that you have not +'picked up' as much as you ought in three +months. You are looking much thinner than I +had thought of finding you!"</p> + +<p>"It is such a mystery! I cannot sleep! That +voice in the darkness under the trees that called +me so feebly and with such perfect indifference! +This haunts me whenever I close my eyes. The +whole scene; the masked face, the rolling billows, +the sound of the huge waves as they dashed +against the rocks; all, all terrify and distract me! +How can the flesh ever creep back upon my bones +or the color to my cheek or lips? O that terrible<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[339]</a></span> +night! Its horrors even as I recall them well +nigh curdle my blood!"</p> + +<p>"Poor child!" But Willie interrupted them.</p> + +<p>"It is only two years, or a little more, since we +rode together over this road. Dear old Rover; he +must have one drive to the village before he returns +to his city life. I do not think he likes it as well +as his master, Mrs. Gaylord," he continued, with an +air of pleasantry.</p> + +<p>"We understand you, Willie," Lily laughed, +wholly recalled from her dark remembrances. +"Two years, and very eventful ones too; but Rover +must have his pleasure now as well as we."</p> + +<p>The horses trotted briskly forward, and very +little more was said until the trio were cosily seated +in the little upper parlor of the inn.</p> + +<p>"My child, I conclude, from one little remark +you have made, that Mrs. Belmont, in your opinion, +knew something of the sad affair before the +hour in which you were carried away."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I do believe it!"</p> + +<p>"Why?"</p> + +<p>"You would not have asked had you noticed her +while we were sitting on the sofa, the first time of +our meeting at the Washburn's, when she quizzed +me about my early life,—my parentage, and my +fanciful name of 'Lily Pearl,' which I took occasion +to tell her after my suspicions were aroused! +Mrs. Gaylord, she knows something of my history. +I feel it; I cannot be mistaken!"</p> + +<p>"Why did you not ask her about it?"</p> + +<p>"I did. When she came to my room the next +day while I was dressing for dinner, and in her +caressing way patted my neck and spoke of its +whiteness and beauty, at the same time inadvertently,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[340]</a></span> +as she would evidently have me think, +bared my shoulders, and, as she did so, gave a little +shriek. As I looked up into her face I saw it +was deadly pale! 'What is it?' I asked, as calmly +as possible. 'Do those purple spots remind you +of anything?' 'Remind me? What do you mean, +child?' 'Just what I said. Do they remind you of +anything in the past? Mrs. Belmont, you know +something about me or you would not appear so +strangely. Tell me, will you? Who am I? and +where are my parents?' I was looking her directly +in the eye and she trembled under my gaze. 'You +are mistaken, my dear,' she replied blandly, 'I +have no knowledge of you whatever! How could +I? I never heard of you till last night, and certainly +never looked into your face; a very pretty one, +however, and I hope you will not spoil it by allowing +anger or unjust suspicion to creep into your +heart, for they always leave an impress upon the +countenance.' She was turning to leave the room +when I stopped her. 'This is all very well, still I +am not convinced that you are ignorant of my +early life! Why did these unusual spots upon +my shoulder startle you, as the mentioning of my +name, Lily Pearl, did last night? Why do you +gaze at me so fixedly while at the table, and shrink +with such pallor when I return the look? Tell +me, Mrs. Belmont, who am I?' 'Satan's own, I +believe,' she said furiously, as she rushed from the +room.</p> + +<p>"Her manner changed after. She was kind and +conciliating; her attentions nattering to one like +myself. I feared her, yet she fascinated me! I +strove to break away from her enchantments, but +her power over my silly heart was wholly unaccounted<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[341]</a></span> +for. I had read somewhere of the serpent +who could charm its victim to destroy it; and I +felt that I was that victim! I could not tell, for I +did not understand it myself. It would have been +impossible to explain. And then, her manner on +that night! I feared to take that ride, but had no +power to refuse. Willie says that the Father was +permitting all this and holding my opposition in +check for some great purpose yet unforeseen, +and, as I look back upon it, wonder if it is so."</p> + +<p>"Did you not get some idea from the men who +had you in charge?"</p> + +<p>"No, they said but little. They had bound my +hands and threw me into the boat, supposing I had +fainted. They spoke about the impossibility of getting +to the ship in such a sea; and expressed a +little sympathy for my situation as nearly as I +could understand; but said nothing about their +reasons for doing what they had. I had succeeded +in getting my hands loose, and, without any premeditation, +pushed away from their power as they +stepped on the rocks to fasten the boat. Here I +think was where the Father took the matter +into His own hands. I was severed from all earthly +connections; had broken all human ties, and was +alone with God upon the waters! As the first +wave lifted my boat high upon its foaming crest I +cried out at the top of my voice, 'Lord, save or +I perish!' Then the billow rolled from under me +and a sweet peace came into my soul. Then I +remembered the little upper chamber at the cottage, +when one night I found that the angry billows +of life's ocean were dashing themselves +around me, and heard Willie's prayer. 'Keep her +safe, O my Father, when the troubles of this world<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[342]</a></span> +fall upon her! Help her to bear them, and give +her strength to battle every storm!' Then I knew +I should not be drowned—I should be kept safely.</p> + +<p>"All night the winds howled, and the sea roared, +and I was safe on the deep. But it was cold and +I was thinly dressed. I do not know at what +time the mantle of unconsciousness was thrown +over me, but it was in the early morn that the +'Constitution' picked me up. I was very ill, and +unconscious on ship-board and in the hospital, and +when sufficiently restored, they asked me 'who +was Willie and where could they find him.' I +told them. His name broke the fetters that had +bound me so long. I was better, and almost two +months ago they sent me to him. Now tell me; +what does it all mean?"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="Lily_Pearl" id="Lily_Pearl"></a> +<img src="images/fig351.jpg" width="500" height="340" alt="Lily Pearl" title="Lily Pearl" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[343]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXI" id="CHAPTER_XXXI"></a>CHAPTER XXXI.</h2> + +<h3><a name="CHANGING_CLOUDS" id="CHANGING_CLOUDS"></a>CHANGING CLOUDS.</h3> + + +<p>Reader, did you ever stand and watch the +waving crimson curtains hanging in the western +sky on some calm summer eve while they were +trying to shut out the glorious sunset from view? +As you wondered at their changing beauties, did +you remember that the objects of so much gorgeous +display were only cold, damp, gray clouds, unsightly +in themselves, without attraction, and that +it was only the reflection of a hidden power upon +which you were gazing with so much rapture? So +it is in our lives, and a chill, sombre day we would +have of it did not some power behind the throne +cast a few golden rays upon the clouds of gray.</p> + +<p>"The problem cannot be solved!" thought Mrs. +Gaylord, as she settled down in her old life, with +Lily as her companion, after the fashion of former +days. Lily was no longer without friends, home +or clothing, as the extra large trunk in the store-room +with those of Mrs. Gaylord's amply proved.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hopkins did not fail to express her indignation +in very characteristic style when the conclusion +was fully reached that the "girl" would +return to her former life and associations. "The +foolish thing!" she exclaimed. "One more ride, +I imagine, will finish the whole matter. I don't +see why she cannot be satisfied with well enough.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[344]</a></span> +She'll find out her mistake when it's too late. +One thing I am decided upon. She mustn't come +here again when thrown off by those who pretend +to be her friends. I won't have anything more to +do with her."</p> + +<p>All this was said to Willie that evening after his +return from the village. "She might have stayed +here and worked to pay her way as she ought to +do. She's no better than I am, and should be +made to keep where she belongs. But that silly +woman likes her pretty face and enjoys her +reading, and so will dress her up and spoil her for +the sake of gratifying her own wishes for a little +time, and by and by will send her back, I suppose, +for me to wait upon. But she'll find herself +mistaken. I won't do it!"</p> + +<p>"It seems to me, Sister, that you are making +yourself unnecessarily unhappy," replied Willie +very mildly, when Fanny had stopped for a +moment to get her breath. "I do not think that +'Phebe' will ever trouble you again. She shall +never know of this conversation, however, for I +believe when you think it calmly over you will +be sorry. It does not seem to have been any +fault of Mrs. Gaylord's that she had her unpleasant +ride, and I cannot think her foolish in the choice +she has made."</p> + +<p>Mr. Hopkins coming in put an end to the conversation. +He inquired kindly if "Phebe" had +concluded to remain at the hotel?</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Gaylord claims her on the old contract, I +believe," replied Willie.</p> + +<p>"Sensible to the last," he supplemented. And +Fanny went on with her work.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[345]</a></span></p> + +<p>All this time clouds were shifting in other +portions of our historical firmament, and bright +rays from behind the curtain were falling elsewhere +on damp, gray lives. Mrs. Belmont had +reached Philadelphia, and was not very agreeably +or graciously received, though her relative knew +nothing of her residence in Washington, or of the +public life she had been leading. Lillian had been +careful to throw upon her mother's actions regarding +her the brightest colors possible; still enough +had been known of the incidents of the last few +years to cast a shadow over the present reception, +and the lady felt its chilliness.</p> + +<p>Anna Pierson, too, was watching the summer +sky with its chill, gray clouds, and wondering why +the misty folds sometimes crimsoned with a far-off +beauty. Her dead had been buried, and frequent +news of the absent brother told of safety. As the +days flew by, there came reports of exchange of +prisoners, of furloughs and release from hospital +treatment and restraints. These, it must be, were +the bright reflections that gilded her western sky +as she carefully watched it. Ellen St. Clair's +letters were frequent, and usually contained very +cheering reports. "George was getting better, +could sit up a little, and was as impatient and +peevish as a naughty child." Still the October +haze would paint the leaves before the exiles could +be expected at the widow's cottage.</p> + +<p>"It is terribly dreary here," Ellen wrote one +day while the September rains were falling; "and +I have petitioned for a removal to other quarters, +and next week George is to be taken to Washington, +where I shall be permitted to follow. He +has fully recanted his Southern faith, and very<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[346]</a></span> +marked honors are being showered on him. It is +somewhat grateful to my feelings to be the sister +of so noted a personage at this time. Can you +realize it? I have stood in the presence of the +chief magistrate himself. Yes, it is true. In one +of his visits at the hospitals yesterday he was +officially escorted to our rooms by a little negro +about two feet high, and I—well, I did almost fall +in love with him. No one must ever call him ugly +in my presence. I think him decidedly good-looking. +When he said at parting, 'Miss St. Clair, +take extra good care of your brother—and yourself,' +the work was done; I am his friend for ever +more!"</p> + +<p>George St. Clair bore his short transfer remarkably +well, and upon arriving in the city was placed +in the ward of convalescents, where his spirits soon +revived, notwithstanding the hard shots that were +so often thrown with unerring aim at his well-established +prejudices. Here were a few highly +educated and popular men, some of high rank in +the army, and our soldier found himself in very +congenial society.</p> + +<p>Then there came another letter to the widow's +cottage, saying: "I am most ignobly discharged. +'Do not need a nurse any more,' etc., etc. So you +will greet your disconsolate daughter immediately +after a little sight-seeing."</p> + +<p>It was true. All that was now required was +patience while the old strength slowly returned, and +Toby was fully capable of attending to his master's +necessities. The second morning after the +new arrival dawned cold and rainy. The poor torn +back fretted in such an atmosphere and was very +painful. Not feeling able to join the others in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[347]</a></span> +the morning meal, George St. Clair returned to +his bed, and was lying moodily watching his +companions, when a lady entered, and walked directly +up to a noble-looking officer with whom he +had been much pleased the day before, but whose +name he had not learned, as all addressed him as +"Colonel." There was something strangely familiar +about that walk and movement of the head and +shoulders, and, as he had nothing better to do, +gazed at her, wishing all the time that she would +turn a little, that he might have a view of her face, +but she was busily engaged, and seemed in no +hurry to gratify our hero. All apparently had +met her before, for each received a word of greeting, +as he judged, although too far away to hear +more than the murmuring of voices. Then the +Colonel monopolized her attention, and after a moments +talk both turned abruptly in the direction +where he was reclining.</p> + +<p>"Then he has been telling her of me!"</p> + +<p>They moved forward. "Coming to see the +'Rebel,' no doubt. Who can she be?" That +walk! That form! They neared him. A veil +had partially covered her face, but now it was +thrown back as she sprang forward with a cry of +surprise and joy. "George St. Clair! My brother!"</p> + +<p>With an impulse unusual to the young lady of +Rosedale, she clasped her arms about his neck and +kissed his forehead with a sisterly demonstration.</p> + +<p>"I did not know,—I had not heard that you were +here! How glad I am to meet you."</p> + +<p>"Lillian! I never was so astonished! You in +such a place as this! The delicate, frail, 'Lily +Bell?' Let me take your hand; It cannot be!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[348]</a></span></p> + +<p>She had stepped back from him as he spoke, and +now a low rippling laugh floated away from her +parted lips.</p> + +<p>"Well, well! am I of no account?" exclaimed +her companion, joining in the laugh. "This +may be very interesting to the parties immediately +concerned, but to look mutely on is another +thing."</p> + +<p>Lillian shook her finger at him menacingly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, George, you remember I told you of my +husband. I have found him; Colonel Hamilton! +Two brave soldiers who have bled for their country's +weal. You will be brothers? Let me perform +the ceremony of uniting hands,—the hearts +will be sure to come together."</p> + +<p>"Surprises thicken! Why did you not tell me +during our long chat last evening, that you were +the thief who robbed me of my coveted 'Lily +Bell?' All this, and yet the world moves on! +The war is developing and unraveling! What +will come next?"</p> + +<p>"Not to be known as there are no headings to +the chapters!" Then there was a long talk, and +many little items of news imparted that brought +the deepening color to more than one cheek.</p> + +<p>"It would, without doubt, be a little unpleasant +for me to return to my Southern home just at present," +said St. Clair, when the conversation lagged. +"And I am told from headquarters that I shall not +be able for active service for months yet; so I +propose to go farther north where my parents are, +and, perhaps, burrow for the winter. It will be +pretty cold for Confederate blood, but it is about +the best I can do."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[349]</a></span></p> + +<p>"A capital idea! Get acquainted with us low +fellows,—I think you will like us when you know +us better."</p> + +<p>"Have you seen Ellen?" He had turned to +Lillian now.</p> + +<p>"Ellen? Is she here?"</p> + +<p>"Out sight-seeing somewhere. She is to return +to her temporary home in a day or two."</p> + +<p>All this time, Mrs. Hamilton had not spoken +of her mother,—not inquired for her. She had +met and recognized her; but where was she now? +For weeks she had watched for the familiar face; +had looked everywhere for the flutter of the gray +silk; and thus far it had been in vain. "Where +was she? Would she come no more?" A great +disappointment had found its way into the happy +heart, where love had for so many years been +weeping, but where all tears were now wiped away +in a blissful reunion. Lillian loved her mother. +She had been petted and fondled by her through +all her childhood's days; but the memory of the +bitter curse would creep in among her joys, dragging +after it the cold, dark shadows that for a +time would exclude the warmth.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hamilton called upon Ellen St. Clair at +her lodgings, where new interests were brought +out, and many little feminine secrets unveiled, +which tangled themselves together in a very perplexing +sort of way. The story of Lily Gaylord's +disappearance, and her father's "unjust censure +of Mrs. Belmont" was duly discussed and commented +upon.</p> + +<p>"An adopted daughter, you said, of the lady?" +queried Lillian.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[350]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, and George said from the first that she +resembled you in many ways. Her eyes certainly +were as large and dreamy. 'Beautiful,' as Grace +would say, 'as those of my Lily Bell.' It was a +stormy night on the sea, and, as every one declared, +no small boat could keep up any length of +time, and as nothing could be heard from her, it +was concluded she must be lost," Ellen went on to +say.</p> + +<p>"Dreadful! A young girl of——?"</p> + +<p>"Of sixteen, I believe."</p> + +<p>Lillian started. "Sixteen! How strange!—and +my mother was with her—and unattended!"</p> + +<p>"You seem excited; well we all were shocked! +It was so inexplicable. Such a mystery! But it +was soon forgotten in the greater interests of the +war. You know one is not missed when so many +are being lost."</p> + +<p>It was Ellen who had said this, but her visitor +sat motionless, her large eyes dilated as though +striving to penetrate some dark uncertainty.</p> + +<p>"I cannot but think how strange it is for you +to be here—and with a <i>husband</i>! Why did you +never tell us?"</p> + +<p>"It was only one of my secrets, dear Ellen," +was the hesitating reply. "But I am detaining +you. We are a very busy people in Washington, +and you are to leave here soon?"</p> + +<p>"In three days."</p> + +<p>Ellen went as she intended. It was a long, tiresome +journey to take alone, but her heart had +become brave. There was a pleasant reunion at +the widow's home on the evening of her arrival. +George was better, and the hearts of the parents +beat with a steady pulsation once more. Bertha<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[351]</a></span> +and the children were well, as late letters from +the dear old home had assured them, and now +Ellen had safely returned.</p> + +<p>"George will write a few words every day and +mail it once a week," was the glad response to the +inquiry as to how they were to hear from him. +"And in a month, the physician says, he will +probably be able to travel a short distance each +day, and will get to his chair at our table before it +is very cold. He has ordered me to engage rooms +for us all at the hotel for the winter, but I hate +hotels, and it is so cozy here!"</p> + +<p>"Anna and I would be very lonely without you +now," interposed the widow, calmly. "Our rooms +are small, but we have a goodly number of them."</p> + +<p>"And I will call it 'Maple Grove Inn' and write +that I have secured a suite of rooms ample for us +all! Bravo! And I want to learn to make pies +and cakes and put my own hands into the biscuits, +for I am a Yankee girl from henceforth! No more +black fingers in my bread. Dear old Katy," she +said, after a moment's pause. "How good everything +tasted that her poor old ebony hands made! +If I could find such a noble looking northerner as +Lillian has for her husband he wouldn't have to +ask me more than once to be his wife!"</p> + +<p>"Lillian's husband, my child?" interrogated +both father and mother in a breath.</p> + +<p>"Certainly; but I have not told you. One cannot +say everything in an hour!" And then the +story was reproduced with the details George had +added, having known it for months, yes almost a +year and never told it, not forgetting her abstracted +manner as the disappearance of Lily Gaylord was +rehearsed. "One might have imagined to look at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[352]</a></span> +her that the girl was a near kin. She asked me +about her general appearance, and when I said +that some thought there was a very striking resemblance +between her and Mrs. Gaylord's adopted +daughter you ought to have seen the look!"</p> + +<p>"You are quite imaginative, my dear," remarked +Mrs. St. Clair warmly. "It was the shock, her +mother being with Lily at the time that gave her +the look you speak of. I do not wonder, for there +was room at least for censure!"</p> + +<p>"That's a fact, wife! I should like to know +where the mistress of Rosedale is keeping herself? +Bertha writes that she disappeared soon after leaving +the city, and Charles has never heard from her +since. Didn't meet her in Washington I suppose?"</p> + +<p>"No, Father," and a hearty laugh followed. +When quiet was restored Ellen asked: "Where +is Charles, Father?"</p> + +<p>"Skulking around without doubt for fear of +being drafted, and the negroes have it all their +own way at Rosedale now, I believe."</p> + +<p>That night as the mother and daughter were +left alone, the former interrupted a prolonged +silence by the abrupt question: "Anna, my child, +what about this George St. Clair? Has a secret +crept into your confiding heart that you would +keep hidden from the careful, watchful eye of +your parent? Tell me, what about this rebel +colonel?"</p> + +<p>A long silence followed. At last, "I was waiting, +Mother," she said, "for my heart to be sure of +its first great lesson before imparting it to you. +But first let me tell you he is true, loyal, to the +old flag under which my brother fought and died.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[353]</a></span> +It was the circumstances of his life that has placed +him where he was, and not the convictions of his +better judgment."</p> + +<p>The mother watched the beaming face. "And +you can excuse him?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mother, my heart pleads for him! I cannot +deny it; I do love George St. Clair! My +brother has been slain upon the altar of sacrifice, +but his hand has not the stain of his blood upon +it!" There were tears in the mild blue eyes and +the mother saw them.</p> + +<p>"Does he know all this?"</p> + +<p>"All, Mother! This was the storm that rolled +about me when in Alexandria. The waves dashed +high, but it cannot be wrong; I do love George +St. Clair!"</p> + +<p>"Do you realize the great difference in your +social positions? You the daughter of a poor +widow—he the heir of large possessions and a +devotee to aristocracy. O my daughter, I fear for +your future happiness!" The dear face showed +the inward struggle of the mother's heart, and the +hand upon which her head was languidly resting +trembled.</p> + +<p>"Wait until you see him," pleaded the daughter; +"he is good and noble!"</p> + +<p>"My basket is getting full of bitter fruit in the +commencement of this terrible war; what will it be +when the harvest is wholly gathered?"</p> + +<p>"Mother, have you forgotten that 'all things +shall work together for good to those who trust +God?' Can you not trust now as surely as when +you laid your two sons where the fire might consume +them?" She was standing by the side of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[354]</a></span> +that mother now, and an arm had stolen softly +about her neck.</p> + +<p>"I will trust Him!" came from the compressed +lips, and drawing her daughter upon her knee as +in the years gone by she looked into her flushed +face. "Whatever God wills my selfish heart will +not pronounce unkind!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;"><a name="Mrs_St_Clair" id="Mrs_St_Clair"></a> +<img src="images/fig363.jpg" width="401" height="500" alt="Mrs. St. Clair" title="Mrs. St. Clair" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[355]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXII" id="CHAPTER_XXXII"></a>CHAPTER XXXII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_DARKNESS_THICKENS" id="THE_DARKNESS_THICKENS"></a>THE DARKNESS THICKENS.</h3> + + +<p>"Pass those letters over to me, Mr. Cheevers," +suggested the wife, as the gentlemen addressed +drew several from his pocket while waiting for +his supper. "One from New Orleans—that is +good—one from Washington! Lillian! It has +been some time since we have had such a pleasure," +continued the lady more calmly, for she had +not intended to let Mrs. Belmont know of her +correspondence with her daughter, but her glad +surprise on this occasion had betrayed the secret. +The husband was peering over the top of his +paper at the mother as the exclamation fell on her +ear, and saw the sudden start and pallor of her +face as she endeavored to appear uninterested. +Mrs. Cheevers had opened the welcome missive +and was reading. "How strange," she murmured +as she turned the page. Mrs. Belmont stirred +uneasily in her chair. "<i>Well, I declare!</i>"</p> + +<p>"A good many exclamation points;" this from +the husband, carelessly.</p> + +<p>"Lillian seems very happy with her husband +and in her new vocation as nurse. How little we +ever imagined, Charlotte, that your daughter +would make such a noble woman! It takes a +good many hard winds to bring out the strength +of the 'sapling,' but it will do it!" The letter<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[356]</a></span> +was finished and Mrs. Cheevers sat motionless +with it lying upon her lap.</p> + +<p>"No bad news, I hope?" interrogated Mrs. Belmont +with some trepidation.</p> + +<p>"No. I was trying, however, to guess it out! +You did not tell us, Charlotte, that you had been +in Washington; why did you not call upon your +daughter? She writes that she saw you and has +been looking everywhere and cannot find you, +and has come to the conclusion that you are not +in the city, and then adds 'she can hardly think +of going back to Rosedale at present, as traveling +in that direction would be very unpleasant with +the whole army of the Potomac to encounter; and +I have thought perhaps she would visit you. If +she does, detain her if possible until my return to +Philadelphia. Pearl is recovering, and before cold +weather will probably go back to his duties. The +realization of that coming good-bye envelopes me +with its terrible presentiments. How can I ever +permit him to go from my sight again! You will +say I am foolish and Uncle would scold me if he +could, for I propose going with him; not as a +soldier but as assistant in the hospitals, which +will spring up in the trail of our advancing army. +But we will talk this over, when on his furlough +we visit for a few days his mother and my dear +uncle and aunt.' Now, why did you not like an +affectionate mother go to see Lillian and get an +introduction to your son-in-law?"</p> + +<p>"You have explained the reason. I did not desire +to meet her husband, and having learned that +she was with him was compelled to leave the city +without going to her as I would have wished. The +time may come when my 'prejudices,' as you call<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[357]</a></span> +them, can be overcome, but as yet my whole soul +recoils from the contact!"</p> + +<p>Mr. Cheevers laid down his paper and laughed +ironically. "It seems to me that Irene is unusually +slow. I must get back to the store." He +walked across the floor impatiently.</p> + +<p>"I will go and see what is the matter and let +Sylvia's letter go until after tea." The bell soon +rang, and while the husband was satisfying his +appetite with the evening bounties the wife ran +over Sylvia's letter.</p> + +<p>"All well—but in a flutter of fearful forebodings," +was the report as she proceeded. "Grace +is dreadfully worried about Lillian," she added +when the missive was finished. "I think the +mails are not very regular, for I sent a full report +of her doings and experiences a month ago."</p> + +<p>"Write again, wife. All who love Lillian are +anxious about her of course. It must be dreadful +to them to have her up here among her enemies! +This is the strangest war on record! Who ever +read of the families of the belligerents rushing +into the arms of their bitter foes for protection +and safety? Here is Mrs. Belmont, for instance, +who is shrinking and shivering at the very +thought of the contaminations of her son-in-law, +but who settles down as cozily as may be in the +very midst of those whom she would be glad to +see annihilated." He laughed heartily as he arose +from the table and left the house.</p> + +<p>Their guest was irritated, excited and alarmed! +Had her daughter said more than had been imparted? +There was something in the manner of +both husband and wife that had made her feel this +was so. But what was it? O, if she could only<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</a></span> +get that letter! If her eyes could devour its contents! +She saw it go into the ample pocket of +the lady's dress and her mind was made up; she +would read it if in any way possible! She was +coming, that was sure, and he would be with her. +Could she meet them? How was it to be avoided? +She had told him without doubt; but what if she +had not? What if after all Lillian was anxious +to bury the past—what if she did not know? "It +was an error that I did not speak to her as she +stood beside the carriage that afternoon; but how +could I have explained? O the miseries of such +a life. O the wretchedness of wrong-doing! While +she is beloved, petted and sought after, I am suspected +and growled at by every churlish dog who +feels inclined to show his teeth menacingly! O +if there was a place on the broad earth where such +as I could find rest and concealment, thither would +I go! But that letter I must have! If, as I suspect, +a secret is divulged or a hint regarding my +reasons for being in Washington, then I will not +meet them, even if to avoid it I must hide myself +beneath the muddy waters of the Schuylkill. No! +no! Witness his exultations? Never!" It was +a firm conclusion, but the haughty mistress of +Rosedale never faltered when a resolve was fully +taken.</p> + +<p>The next morning when Mrs. Cheevers was +superintending the kitchen, Mrs. Belmont might +have been seen standing before the door of that +lady's wardrobe, with a look of cynical scorn upon +her still handsome features as her keen eyes were +running over the page of the coveted letter she was +holding in her hand. "Ah! I thought so. Could +not tell what could have been my mission to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</a></span> +Washington, but feared it was for no good, and +that justice might overtake me. Kind, certainly! +Yes, truly! The look on my face did 'reveal +much,'" and she turned the page. "Here was +where the 'exclamation points' came in. 'Revealed +much, and my prayer is'—bosh!—'that she +may be wise enough to run no risks. I have +learned that she passed herself off as an English +lady who had left the South on account of her +anti-war proclivities, and was admitted to the most +select circles on this account. If she is with you, +or shall come, detain her until'—O yes, she +could hear this. But why not the rest? The +truth is clear. I am suspected! What if that +splendid colonel of hers should take it into his +noble head to pay off a few of the old scores?" A +step was heard in the lower hall, and trusting the +letter into the lower pocket, from whence it had +been taken, she glided through an opposite door, +and returned to her own room.</p> + +<p>"This is no place for me," she thought, as, +seating herself by the window, she prepared to +look at the whole matter as it now appeared. "I +am not wanted; but where can I go? Not to +Rosedale? That is utterly impossible. Not to +Charleston? There I shall be branded as a coward +and disloyal to the trust imposed in me. Where +can I go?" She sat a long time apparently +watching the pedestrians who were leisurely walking +past the house, and wondered if there was +another in that vast city more wretched, more +forlorn than was she. What a contrast to the +years that were gone! "And it has all come about +by the silliness of that girl. Her impudent and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[360]</a></span> +foolish marriage has covered me with shame and +confusion." Ah, woman, not that!</p> + +<p>"I'll do it!" she said at last. "How stupid in +me not to have thought of that before! It will be +dreary and desolate, but better so than to remain +here. Then the check for that last paltry five +hundred dollars must be cashed. A meager sum +for the mistress of Rosedale to go out into the +world with, but it will do." She arose from her +seat and crossed over to the mirror. "Not the +same face that was there—let me see—yes, seventeen +years ago. Then those lines were not at the +corners of the eyes, nor about the mouth; then +there was no silver in these dark locks, for no such +transgressions scorched my soul." She sank +down upon a chair close by, and buried her face in +her jeweled hands, and for the first time for many +months tears came to moisten the hard ground +where the roots of womanly affection were buried.</p> + +<p>"My child! O, my child!" she murmured at +last, as her long taper fingers were clasping themselves +tightly together. "I have wronged you. +It was cruel, fiendish, to take your babe from you; +but doubly so—wretch that I am!—to plot her +ruin by sending her off to a foreign port, where I +thought she could never return. What a curse +has fallen upon me! I did not intend all that was +done. Those terrible black stains cannot be upon +my soul."</p> + +<p>The autumnal winds came and blew gently over +the great city, scattering upon the tree-tops and +velvety carpets of its many parks and lawns their +tracery of change. The birds gathered themselves +together among the branches to finish their +arrangements for the long journey. Yet Mrs.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[361]</a></span> +Belmont lingered in her pleasant quarters, loth to +exchange them for less comfortable ones. Then +letters of inquiry, letters of solicitation, had been +written, and answers must be waited for—and so +she stayed.</p> + +<p>All this time the two colonels were slowly but +positively improving. George St. Clair might +endure the jar and fatigue of travel, and Pearl +Hamilton his former position at the head of his +regiment, and word was sent to their respective +destinations to this effect.</p> + +<p>"In a week Pearl and Lillian will be here," was +the report brought by Mrs. Cheevers on returning +one day from a short round of calls, and her air +was a trifle exultant. "We must do them honor, +Mr. Cheevers. A colonel who has suffered and +bled for our good, and to maintain the dignity of a +free government, deserves all the glory an appreciative +people can bestow."</p> + +<p>The husband straightened himself back in his +chair, and indulged in a most mirthful "encore." +"Bravo, wife! The war is making personal developments +as well. Who ever imagined there was +so much of the truly eloquent in the bosom of my +sweet little half? And such patriotism!"</p> + +<p>"Pshaw! All of that fine speech, I tell you, +came from the brain where such evolutions of respect +for the brave boys are expected to be in +action. We must give honor where honor is due."</p> + +<p>"True as you live, wife; and now what is to be +done?"</p> + +<p>"Perhaps Charlotte can suggest, for if our +fraternal strife has not awakened as much <i>patriotism</i> +in her heart as in yours, in the present case +her <i>interest</i> should be greater."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[362]</a></span></p> + +<p>The lady thus appealed to was listening with +more interest than her companions were aware +of, but the queries that were perplexing her were +not how she could bestow honors upon the worthy, +but how she, the unworthy, could escape +dishonor! "I cannot stay longer," she thought; +"I must away!" At being thus appealed to, +however, she replied blandly; "I have waited +weeks already that I might bestow my congratulations, +but, as they have delayed coming so long, +have made other arrangements that will be impossible +to postpone. I have been loitering that +letters from home might reach me, and cannot +understand why Charles does not write. In a day +or two, at the farthest, I shall be compelled to +leave for my winter quarters."</p> + +<p>"Leave here!" exclaimed Mrs. Cheevers, with +surprise.</p> + +<p>"Certainly. You did not suppose I was to impose +myself on my friends as a settled fact, did +you?" She smiled, but it was only as a feeble ray +struggling across the chill, damp cloud, where the +winter's snows were gathering.</p> + +<p>"But it will look strangely, and I beg your +pardon, one might think a trifle suspicious; it +may be a fear lest you should meet them. I do +not say that I think so, but such things might +be said!"</p> + +<p>"A new development, my dear! Is it prescience +or imagination that is now whirling in your +prolific brain?"</p> + +<p>"Do not jest, Hiram; really there is a seriousness +in all this. Why could you not have been +a good staid old Quaker, like your father, so that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[363]</a></span> +you could have been sensible when circumstances +seemed to demand it?"</p> + +<p>"Hardly, according to nature, wife, to be old, +like my honored sire, as our birthdays did not +come in the same year."</p> + +<p>This little humorous parley gave their guest +ample time to recover from her shock of indignation +and alarm. How was this to end? Would +her departure excite suspicion? But it was +known here, without doubt,—a part, if not the +whole truth—for letters had been received from +Washington into which she had not been permitted +to have a peep. Lillian knew where her +mother had taken refuge, and, probably, was expecting +to meet her.</p> + +<p>"What shall I do?" darted up through her accumulating +perplexities, and burst from her quivering +lips.</p> + +<p>"Do? Why stay where you are, and welcome +your child as a mother should, greet her husband +cordially and sensibly. It must be done, and what +have you to fear? Are you a criminal fleeing +from justice and dare not come in contact with +honest people? You need not look at me so, +certainly if you abscond on the very eve of their +arrival these are the only conclusions that can +be adduced. Is it not so husband?"</p> + +<p>"Face the music, Charlotte; face the music! +If your native zeal has carried you outside the +track, switch on again, and go ahead. But here +I am wasting my precious time listening to two +silly women, and on an empty stomach at that! +Charlotte, why did you not bring along one of +your ebony faithfuls? I am getting tired of waiting +three times a day for my meals."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[364]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Irene is slow, but I ought to have attended to +my duties better. The fact is, I am getting out of +house-keeping and gone into the business of minding +other people's affairs," and the good lady +walked out of the room.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Cheevers is right on this subject; you +cannot leave here at this time without drawing censure +and, it may be, suspicion down upon yourself. +I would not do it."</p> + +<p>Supper was announced, and Mrs. Belmont, +trembling with emotion, as her pride went on battling +with fear and indignation, seated herself at +the table, but not to eat. There was a vein of proffered +wisdom in the advice given that irritated her. +"Can I not judge for myself? Am I not supposed +to know more about my own business than +others."</p> + +<p>Mr. Cheevers rallied her upon such a loss of appetite +and the saving it would be to his pocket, a +pleasantry in which the lady endeavored to join, +but the <i>repartee</i> died on her lips, and, excusing +herself, she went without farther delay to her +own room.</p> + +<p>"That woman, wife, has her own reasons for +desiring to escape doing honor to Colonel Hamilton +and lady, that we are not advised of. As for +me, I begin to pity her! She looks as though +she had lost her hold on earth and her hope of +heaven!"</p> + +<p>"How can you, Hiram."</p> + +<p>"It is true. Perhaps Lillian ought to have +written to her mother, and yet, as she declared, +what could she say? It is a muddle, my good +wife, sure enough, still we must keep her here<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[365]</a></span> +until they come. That is the only clear thing I +can get out of it," and he left the table.</p> + +<p>In the room above, a tall, stately form was +standing by the window, her dark eyes wandering +with a listless gaze out over the gray waters +of the Schuylkill, where the evening shades were +slowly creeping, while within her soul the conflicting +elements of warring tumults were raging. +"O, wretched woman that I am!" she repeated, +"What power can deliver me from myself! Great +God! If Thou didst ever pity, pity now! Are +there not stains on my soul that He will never +blot out? Stains of—murder! O misery! 'The +wicked shall not go unpunished,'—I have read +it; it is true! The God I have offended has said +it! What if the curtain that hides the last seventeen +years from the world should be torn away!" +She paced the floor as the night stole in and covered +her with its darkness. O, the gloom! O, the +forebodings of a sin-cursed soul.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="Scene_on_the_Schuylkill" id="Scene_on_the_Schuylkill"></a> +<img src="images/fig374.jpg" width="400" height="395" alt="Scene on the Schuylkill" title="Scene on the Schuylkill" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[366]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[367]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXXIII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="LIGHT_THROUGH_THE_RIFTED_CLOUD" id="LIGHT_THROUGH_THE_RIFTED_CLOUD"></a>LIGHT THROUGH THE RIFTED CLOUD.</h3> + + +<p>"She's gone, as true as you live! The carriage +was at the door for herself and baggage before I +knew a word about it."</p> + +<p>With these exclamations, Mrs. Cheevers met her +husband the day after the events of our last +chapter. He had come to dinner with the cheering +news that there was to be an ovation given to +Colonel Hamilton at the Girard House on his +arrival, but found his wife too much excited to +appreciate the honors thus to be conferred on her +pet.</p> + +<p>"That looks squally. Perhaps she has good +reasons for skulking, but it does not look to me +like her original shrewdness. It would have been +more natural to see her stand by and fight it out. +But let her go; there is more room for the new-comers."</p> + +<p>The matter being thus disposed of, quiet was +again wooed to the peaceful home of the good uncle +and aunt, who had nothing to do now but to anticipate +coming pleasures. Colonel St. Clair was to +remain with them also for a short rest, before +finishing his journey up the Hudson.</p> + +<p>"Lillian has told me so much about him that he +will not seem like a stranger."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[368]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Lillian's lovers are our friends, my good wife; +so he will come in for a share of attention."</p> + +<p>The hour came when a carriage containing the +happy trio rolled up to the door of Mrs. Cheevers' +very inviting home on Race street, where Mrs. +Cheevers unceremoniously rushed out with open +arms to greet them. The host was not far behind. +When the first joyous greetings had partially +subsided, he took Colonel St. Clair under his kind +protection, and helped him gently to an easy chair +in the warm, cheerful parlor.</p> + +<p>"You will excuse me," called out Colonel Hamilton, +as he stepped back into the carriage; "there +is a little woman down on Twentieth street who +wants a kiss from her soldier boy. I'll be back in +time for that roast beef!" And the carriage turned +the corner and was out of sight.</p> + +<p>"Well, that is cool! But, wife, we are not so +smart as we take ourselves to be. Why did we not +have that mother who wants to be kissed up here, +so that it could all be done at once? It is terrible +to have such things dragging."</p> + +<p>"I did ask her and insisted, but she said 'No' +every time. 'Pearl will come right here,' she +declared, 'and it is in his own home where I want +to give him welcome.'"</p> + +<p>"Noble woman!" interposed St. Clair from his +chair by the grate.</p> + +<p>"You say she is gone?" asked Mrs. Hamilton +in her aunt's dressing room, where she had been +escorted by the hostess herself.</p> + +<p>"We tried hard to have her remain, but no +amount of persuasion could accomplish it. She is +dreadfully troubled about something. I attempted +to draw her out, but you know how difficult such<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[369]</a></span> +a thing would be. And, having watched her +manner and face, I do believe that something +weighs heavily on her mind."</p> + +<p>"She need not have flown from me. My +mother's reputation is sacred to her daughter. She +should have known this. And you have no idea +where she has gone?"</p> + +<p>"Not in the least. She said she had been waiting +for letters before going to her winter quarters, +and was surprised that she received nothing from +Charles."</p> + +<p>"It is too bad! But, Auntie, I have much I +want to pour into your dear heart, for somehow I +feel that in stirring up its pure waters, I may step +in and, perhaps, be healed a little!" and she kissed +the smiling face. "What should I do without +you? But I fear the gentlemen though will think +we have deserted them."</p> + +<p>There was so much to be said; so much calling +to be done, and such a large circle of friends to +receive, that it was not until the third day, when +the dinner was being given at the Girard in +honor of the wounded soldier (to which Colonel +St. Clair had been officially invited), that Mrs. +Cheevers and Lillian found an opportunity for the +"stirring of the waters."</p> + +<p>"Do not let me frighten you, Auntie; and may +the dear Father keep me from injustice and +wrong! How shall I tell you? There is no use +in trying to smooth it over; I do believe that up +to six months ago my child lived!"</p> + +<p>"Lillian!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I do believe it! George St. Clair, and +the whole family saw her! She was just sixteen, +and had the same eyes and ways that I have!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[370]</a></span> +It was remarked by all, and my mother, at times, +betrayed an unusual degree of interest in her."</p> + +<p>"Where was this?"</p> + +<p>"In Savannah. She was the adopted daughter +of a Mrs. Gaylord, who was visiting friends in +that city, and farther down in the country. I did +want to see my mother so much! A dark suspicion +oppresses me!"</p> + +<p>"Lillian!"</p> + +<p>"I cannot help it; and you will not blame me +when I have told you all! My mother took that +child into a carriage, with only one servant, a +dastardly coward, and drove one evening down the +river, in sight of the beach; then, getting her to +alight, that (as she said), a better view of the +sea might be obtained, the child was kidnapped in +the darkness and borne away; and with every +effort that could be made, no trace has ever been +found of her! O, Auntie, <i>that was my child</i>! +Will God permit such a deed to remain uncovered? +Will not his anger search it out?"</p> + +<p>"But, my dear Lillian, you must have greater +proof than this before you so grievously accuse +another! There is some mistake; she <i>could</i> not +have done such a deed! Why not write to Mrs. +Gaylord and learn where she found the child, +and all that she knows about her?"</p> + +<p>"I did, Auntie, but was answered by her husband, +who said that his wife had very unexpectedly +taken it into her head to go north while +he was away, and could not say when she would +return, etc. Now where that 'north' is, cannot +be ascertained, as he was to immediately return +to his post, in the army, I suppose."</p> + +<p>"Have you told Pearl?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[371]</a></span></p> + +<p>"No, I cannot. If Mother had remained here, +it may be that she could have cleared away the +cloud, but how can I breathe this most humiliating +suspicion into his ear? He knows of her +transaction in regard to our separation, and was +magnanimous enough to bury it; but it would be +agony to tell him more. He does not know of +that heart-breaking curse, that would be almost +unendurable, were it not for the great joy that has +come to me. But, Auntie; what do you think? +Was Lily Gaylord my child? My Lily-Pearl?" +Her large eyes were fixed with a burning gaze +on the troubled face before her.</p> + +<p>"Your child, Lillian? I do not wonder at your +earnestness! yet I cannot tell you; but confide in +Pearl, he will know better how to counsel."</p> + +<p>"I cannot! This work I must do myself! +But one thing is certain; my heart shall be satisfied! +If alive she is mine; if dead I must know +it! This poisonous canker-worm has been for +years gnawing at my very soul! My convictions +have been, and still are, that there was a grievous +wrong done me when I was told that she had been +transplanted to a purer clime! It was not death +that stole her from me!"</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>Where was the subject of all this anxiety and +solicitude on this calm, hazy October day? In +Boston; as happy and peaceful as a young girl of +sixteen ever desired to be.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord had received letters from her husband +saying that he was glad she had taken it +into her silly head to go north, and it was his +opinion she might better remain until the immediate +danger that was threatening Western Virginia had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[372]</a></span> +passed. His brother's widow, with her children, +could take care of "Birch Wood." Acting upon +these suggestions she had returned to Boston and +hired a suite of rooms, and, taking Willie with +them, was ensconced amid all desired comforts and +luxuries. Tiny was entrusted with extraordinary +responsibilities and her yellow face grew brighter +when enstalled as mistress of the kitchen, while Lily +superintended the whole establishment. Willie +was exuberant and Mrs. Gaylord peaceful. Rover +had at all times his full share of attention, and his +bed by the kitchen stove was soft and warm.</p> + +<p>Mr. and Mrs. Bancroft often called, with their +sunny faces, during the long winter months, but +Mrs. Gaylord seldom left her warm rooms.</p> + +<p>"Here we will stay until the war is over," said +that lady one evening as they gathered around the +table preparatory to an hour of reading and listening. +The wind roared threateningly up from the +"Bay" and the snow beat outside against the windows, +but within that comfortable home reigned +peace and love. Lily was again by the great sea, +and, when she sat at her chamber window and +looked over the dark waters and watched the rolling +waves as they dashed upon the piers in +the harbor, the old days came back to her; +the dreams of her childhood; the longings of her +restless heart while she thought of the beautiful +lady who had picked her up from the billows; of +the pearls deep down in the waters, where she had +grown, and called her "Lily Pearl." Should she +ever know how she had come by that name? She +was "Lily Gaylord" now; the Phebe of other days +had been put aside among the disagreeables of the +past; except with Willie, who declared that she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[373]</a></span> +must ever be his own precious Phebe, or the brightness +would be all taken out of the sunny memories; +and she had answered "call me what you will, +my brother, only let me live in your heart and +thoughts:" and so the days went on.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 354px;"><a name="Lillian" id="Lillian"></a> +<img src="images/fig382.jpg" width="354" height="500" alt="Lillian" title="Lillian" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[374]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[375]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXXIV.</h2> + +<h3><a name="A_STORM_ABOUT_THE_WIDOWS_COTTAGE" id="A_STORM_ABOUT_THE_WIDOWS_COTTAGE"></a>A STORM ABOUT THE WIDOW'S COTTAGE.</h3> + + +<p>It was a damp and chilly morning when George +St. Clair left the home of the Cheevers. A shadow +of pain had settled down upon the handsome face +of the heroic officer, and as Pearl Hamilton saw it +he exclaimed with all the fervor of the brotherly +love which had grown up between them: "You +shall not go alone, even to New York, for you look +as disconsolate as a rejected lover; and what if +your father should miss you in that terrific hub-bub? +I can get back to-night, so please excuse +me to my mother at dinner, Lillian;" and snatching +his hat and coat from the rack he took the arm +of his companion and went with him down the +marble steps.</p> + +<p>"Please, George," called out Lillian from the +door; "do not let Pearl get lost by the way. My +heart tells me to throw the old shoe of good luck +after you, with the wish that your visit at the +North may be as productive of joy as was mine +nearly eighteen years ago, without any of its +shadows!" It was a bright face that now beamed +from the carriage, and as St. Clair waved his hand +to the ladies it rolled rapidly away.</p> + +<p>"I am glad after all that he was not obliged to +go alone," remarked Mrs. Cheevers as they turned +to enter the house. "I am fearful his poor back<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[376]</a></span> +will never be strong again! In my opinion his +days of fighting are over."</p> + +<p>"I wish those days were ended for all," said +Lillian, thoughtfully. "The papers bring us sad +records of late. So many precious lives lost; so +many loving hearts desolated! I liked Dr. Wadsworth's +sermon yesterday morning from the text +'show thyself a man,' but I could but think that +David meant in his living rather than in his dying! +It may be noble in one to lay down his life +for the preservation of his country's honor, but +love is as surely bereft after all!"</p> + +<p>They were seated now by the warm grate where +the red coals were piled up in a cheerful glow, and +while the aunt took some work from the basket on +the table her companion gazed pensively into them. +At last turning quickly around, while a smile +lighted up her face she remarked: "I am dizzy! +I am reminded so often of our little trick of 'whirling' +in childhood, until, unable to stand we would +drop down on the green grass and wait for the +sensation of giddiness to pass off. But what is to +be done, Auntie, when the whirling never ceases?"</p> + +<p>"Fall down upon the grass my child and wait, +but be sure that in the falling you gain the power +to wait!"</p> + +<p>"True, Aunt; and yet how like Peter we are +prone to look about us while walking over the +waves, until our faith gives way and we begin to +sink!"</p> + +<p>"And what did Peter do? Sit down on the first +billow he met and declare 'he was dizzy' and perplexed?"</p> + +<p>Lillian laughed. "Not much like Peter am I +after all?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[377]</a></span></p> + +<p>While this conversation was going on in the little +parlor the two colonels were crossing the Delaware, +and were soon in the cars rolling rapidly +towards the great metropolis.</p> + +<p>"But, Colonel Hamilton, you must confess that +it was not pleasant while receiving the sympathies +and kindnesses of the people, to remember I +was wounded in the army that would, if they +could, annihilate yours."</p> + +<p>"But they cannot!"</p> + +<p>"That does not take away my chagrin! Here I +am in the midst of those whom I once hoped, it +may be, to conquer or slay, and from their hands +receiving the 'coals of fire' that are scorching my +heart instead of my head. It is this that makes +me wish to bury myself away from it all."</p> + +<p>"But, my dear fellow; you are not the only one +who ever changed his convictions! Just make +yourself comfortable! See how rapidly we are +getting along! Here is Burlington. I wish there +were a boat going up the river as soon as you arrive +in the city, so that you could lie down the +rest of the way."</p> + +<p>"I am getting so 'yankeeized' that I could +never wait for the slow motion of a steamer. I +must take the lightning express."</p> + +<p>"And be at your destination before tea-time?"</p> + +<p>"So Ellen has written me."</p> + +<p>"Well, take good care of your heart. This +mixing up of fractions makes very serious troubles +sometimes."</p> + +<p>"But in the final union of whole numbers there +is bliss! Why not work out the sum and hand +over the product in your advice?" A merry laugh<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[378]</a></span> +followed this query, while the long train whirled +on.</p> + +<p>There was a happy reunion in the widow's cottage +when Mr. St. Clair returned with his son to +occupy the easy chair that had been especially +procured for him. The mother had not seen him +since the time when in his rebel uniform he had +bid her good-bye in the far-away home, and her +eyes were swimming with tears as she looked upon +his changed face.</p> + +<p>"They did not tell me you were so thin and +pale," she said as she kissed him tenderly.</p> + +<p>"But I am very weary now; you have no idea +what a night's rest will do for my good looks." +Still the mother's heart beat with a low, sad throbbing.</p> + +<p>Anna was placid and reserved. Her greetings +were cordial, while none save the maternal eye +peered beneath the external calm.</p> + +<p>"Well this is cozy," he remarked, as the two +young ladies drew his chair close to the table. +"Still it is a little mortifying to my masculine +dignity—this being waited upon by ladies instead +of slaves!"</p> + +<p>"It is the way with us up here," replied the sister; +"and all you can possibly do is to submit +with as much grace as you can muster for the purpose. +Where is Toby?" she continued, as though +missing him for the first time.</p> + +<p>"Taking good care of his liberty. I have not +seen him since he concluded to use his privileges +as a free man."</p> + +<p>The days sped rapidly by. The cool winds +came sweeping up from the broad Hudson, while +the frosts painted the trees with gaudy tints, +blighting the flowers and searing the green grass.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[379]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Are we not imposing upon good nature?" the +son asked one morning, as, leaning on the arm of +his father, they walked out among the fallen +leaves that were carpeting the smoothly shorn +lawn. "It seems to me we must be burdensome. +Why do we not go to our rooms at the hotel?"</p> + +<p>"Are you not more comfortable here? Mrs. +Pierson is so kind, and we have all become so fully +domesticated at a home fireside that it would be a +sad change to take up our quarters at the public +inn."</p> + +<p>"But Ellen wrote—"</p> + +<p>"Ah, yes—'that she had secured rooms at +Maple Grove,' which, after all, meant here under +these maple trees. But if you desire it, my son—"</p> + +<p>"I am not the only one to be considered. It +seems that the mother and daughter have altogether +too much work to do, with only one servant in the +kitchen, and she a white girl."</p> + +<p>The father laughed. "You have no idea how +easily they perform their labor. Even the servant +sings as cheerfully as though she was mistress of +all, and indeed it would be hard to tell who fills +that important position in this home. But I will +do just as you and Ellen shall decide."</p> + +<p>They had reached the door, and were entering +as the last sentence was being finished.</p> + +<p>"Decide what?" interrogated Ellen.</p> + +<p>"About those rooms at the hotel;" laughed the +father.</p> + +<p>"They will remain <i>in statu quo</i> as long as they +are paid for, will they not? As for me, I am in +no hurry to leave my present quarters. My +diploma is not yet secured in bread and pie making, +and it would be unmanly in you to be the means of +crushing my ambition."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[380]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I think it my duty to nip in the bud any attempt +at conspiracy. So while you all remain here +in this pleasant sitting room, I will go into the +parlor with my easy chair. Will you, my sister, +invite Miss Anna to join me there? Unless your +influence has diluted her frankness, she will reveal +the whole matter. At any rate, this must be +settled."</p> + +<p>"A capital suggestion! Anna shall be judge, +jury and all, and we poor subjects will cheerfully +abide by her decision." And Ellen darted away +after the young lady in question.</p> + +<p>"For shame, to put me in such a dilemma!" +exclaimed Anna, as she placed the flakey crust she +was preparing on the pie tin; but the crimson +wave that rolled over neck, cheek and brow did not +escape the notice of her companion.</p> + +<p>"O, you need not appear so much shocked at the +thought of meeting him, for he will not make love +to you. Never fear! The little foot of Lillian +Belmont crushed all the romance out of his heart a +long time ago. So, away; I can finish that pie +while Rhoda is making the pudding."</p> + +<p>Anna obeyed without a word, and we will let her +enter alone that quiet, pretty parlor where the +wounded soldier was waiting.</p> + +<p>"Two hours as I live!" exclaimed Ellen, as the +clock on the mantel struck twelve.</p> + +<p>"It takes time to settle long accounts," replied +the mother, quaintly.</p> + +<p>"He is determined to go, I reckon;" interposed +the father, cheerily; but Mrs. Pierson was silent.</p> + +<p>"Dinner is all ready, and I am just as hungry! +Can't I go and see how the matter stands?" This +question was addressed to the widow, who was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[381]</a></span> +sitting by the window, looking out on the seared +and fading grass.</p> + +<p>There was a sad expression about the mouth, +and a tremor in the voice not usually there, as she +answered: "Yes, dear; Rhoda does not like to +wait without a cause."</p> + +<p>Amid laughing and jesting, the easy chair was +drawn out, still containing its occupant, while +Anna disappeared through an opposite door, and +was not seen until the family had gathered around +the well-filled table.</p> + +<p>"Well, how is it, my boy?" queried Mr. St. +Clair. "How about Maple Grove Inn? Are we +to leave such delicacies as these for others +untried?"</p> + +<p>"Anna is chairman of that committee, and is to +hand over the report," replied George.</p> + +<p>There was an expression on the face of the +young lady thus appealed to that caused Ellen St. +Clair to look quickly towards her brother, who met +her wondering gaze with a comical smile very significant +in itself, and made the sister exclaim: "I +should think both of you are 'chairmen,' if one was +to judge from the amount of knowledge that seems +lurking in your eyes. Out with it! What is the +report?"</p> + +<p>"Patience is one of the cardinal virtues, my +dear," suggested the father, gravely. "Such an +extended consultation requires much thought in +the summing up."</p> + +<p>"I conclude by Miss Anna's silence that the +pleasing office of 'reporter' is conferred upon her +unworthy servant; therefore listen to the 'summing +up;'" and laying down his fork, with folded +arms, George St. Clair leaned back in his easy<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[382]</a></span> +chair. "The question propounded, with its prelude, +was something after this sort: I said, My +dear girl, when I was well and strong I gave into +your love and tender watchful care my two honored +parents and one pretty little sister, and most faithfully +have you regarded my trust; and now a +fourth comes creeping and hobbling into your +paradise of peace and comfort, and although he +has nothing to recommend him, would pray to be +admitted, not to your care, but to your heart and +enduring love. Will you as cheerfully grant my +petition in this, as in the former instance? And +her reply, after brushing away a few of the cobwebs +of the past, was 'I will, with the permission +of my mother, who has a right to be consulted +upon all such articles of transfer.'"</p> + +<p>"I do declare!" burst from the lips of the sister. +"The great subject of remaining as honorary +members of this most hospitable family, I believe, +was not broached by the committee."</p> + +<p>"As to myself," interposed the father, "I am +very naturally inclined, after placing in the hands +of our hostess a sufficient sum for every expense, +including the perplexities such an increase of +family would cause, to remain in our present quarters +until further developments."</p> + +<p>"Very likely!" interposed the mother with +with a beaming face.</p> + +<p>Anna had left her seat at the head of the table +at the very commencement of this little speech, +and the hostess sat with folded hands pale and +trembling as one in a troubled dream. Mr. and +Mrs. St. Clair looked at each other with surprise +written all over their good-natured faces, but the +sister was lost in amazement. She had not once<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[383]</a></span> +thought such a union possible, and was not ready +to give it sanction.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Pierson, tell me frankly, do you wish +that the bullet which so ignobly tore my back had +finished its work, so that the present summing up +would have been avoided? It would not, however, +have saved your daughter's heart, for she loved +me before all that."</p> + +<p>The widow looked calmly into the face of the +speaker as she answered tremulously: "My +daughter's happiness is my highest ambition. Not +so much as to the comforts of this life as to the +assurances of the life to come. Wealth or honorable +position socially have not been included in +my aspirations for her. Congenial companionship +and a true heart are the highest blessings of life I +could wish." Tears came into her eyes and she +arose from the table to hide them.</p> + +<p>"I am not going to let my dinner spoil at any +rate!" exclaimed Mr. St. Clair, with a composing +laugh: "This roast lamb is capital."</p> + +<p>"And you would like some coffee;" suggested +Anna, appearing at her post, while Mrs. Pierson +returned to her seat at the table.</p> + +<p>"Now that is sensible. Let us appoint an hour +for congratulations and proceed with present duties +unmolested. George, my boy, replenish the +stomach if you would restore the back. For my +part I think this a most capital arrangement. +With the old homestead, 'West Lawn' and 'Rosedale,' +which I shall be obliged to take into my +possession, will yield us all what bread and butter +we shall require—not as good as this perhaps, but +it will do. By the way, I would like to know +where Mrs. Belmont is."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[384]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Gone back to Rosedale!" suggested Mrs. St. +Clair with emphasis.</p> + +<p>"Not a bit of it! If she could indulge in such +an unwomanly sneak as to fly from the presence +of her daughter, she would never risk her neck +down among the bullets that are whizzing so near +her home. No—no!"</p> + +<p>He rattled on as a merry accompaniment to the +monotonous sounds of knife and fork; but the responses +were few and subdued. A hush had fallen +upon more than one heart in that little circle +around the well-filled board, yet to none was it +dark or gloomy. There were sunbeams streaming +through bright golden tints lighting them up, but +Ellen St. Clair did not raise her eyes. She loved +Anna, but had not thought of her as the bride of +her peerless brother. "And what would Bertha +say?" It was so unexpected!</p> + +<p>So intent were they with their own thoughts +that no notice had been given to the dark cloud +that had suddenly risen up from the south, spreading +itself over the sky, until a fearful gust of wind +dashed against the windows and made all start to +their feet in alarm.</p> + +<p>"A regular southern hurricane," remarked +Mrs. St. Clair. "See how those trees bend and +what a shower of bright leaves are in the air."</p> + +<p>The rain dashed against the panes, while the +gale blew the clouds at a rapid speed northward, +stripping the branches of their gaudy dress and +strewing the faded grass with a carpet of gay +colors. George St. Clair watched it with mingled +emotions. It was noonday, yet the darkness was +oppressive. He saw the dense cloud sweep over +the sun, leaving in its trail the hazy blue of an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[385]</a></span> +autumn sky. He listened to the fitful wail of the +angry blast and thought of the tornado that was +at that moment devastating the beautiful fields +and groves of his sunny land, and the spirit of rebellion +arose in his heart. "What was the need +of this noonday storm? Why must war rifle the +land of its beauty and crimson the earth with the +shed blood of thousands?"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="Plantation_Scene" id="Plantation_Scene"></a> +<img src="images/fig394.jpg" width="500" height="418" alt="Plantation Scene" title="Plantation Scene" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[386]</a></span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[387]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXV" id="CHAPTER_XXXV"></a>CHAPTER XXXV.</h2> + +<h3><a name="A_PROUD_SPIRIT_BROKEN" id="A_PROUD_SPIRIT_BROKEN"></a>A PROUD SPIRIT BROKEN.</h3> + + +<p>Only a week and Colonel Hamilton was ordered +back to Washington. The right wing of the army +was to swing round over West Virginia, to intercept, +if possible, the progressive movements of +General Lee's forces that were threatening a northern +aggression; and every officer able for action +was ordered to report at headquarters. Lillian would +not remain behind. How could she fold her hands +and wait? She must work; her mind must be +employed or the dizzy whirl would overpower her. +Besides, she had a mission, of which all others, +unless it was her Aunt Cheevers, were ignorant. +The plan of operation had been secretly marked +out by herself, and she must go.</p> + +<p>"I can never let that Mason and Dixon line +divide us again," was her closing remark after +listening to a long list of reasons why she should +remain in her comfortable surroundings amid +friends and luxuries.</p> + +<p>The fond husband could not refuse, and together +they entered the National Capital, and were greeted +cordially by sympathizers and army officials. +As, however, we are not writing the history of the +rebellion, but only narrating incidents gathered +during its progress, we will not trace the march of +Colonel Hamilton's corps, but will meet him again<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[388]</a></span> +when the warm days return to deck the blood-stained +land with beauty and breathe freshness +once more into the trampled vegetation.</p> + +<p>There had been skirmishes along the line of +march, fightings, repulses and victories; and Lillian +had not been permitted to fold her hands. +There were the sick to be attended to, and wounded +to be dressed; while the 'cup of cold water' +and the 'oil and wine' were needed everywhere: +Whether friend or foe; Confederate or Unionist, it +made no difference, in each she discovered a brother, +and withheld no comfort or ministration in +her power.</p> + +<p>"You seem young to be in the army," she said +one day to a beardless youth who had been +severely wounded by a sharpshooter and was +placed under her care.</p> + +<p>"Eighteen, ma'am," was the laconic reply.</p> + +<p>"Will you tell me your name?" she asked, +while tenderly bathing the pale face and combing +the rich brown hair from a full rounded forehead.</p> + +<p>"Rufus Gaylord."</p> + +<p>She started.</p> + +<p>"Gaylord!"</p> + +<p>How her thoughts flew! What a sweep over +they took in that intervening moment of silence!</p> + +<p>"Is your father's name Hudson Gaylord?"</p> + +<p>"No; he is my uncle. Do you know him? I +thought you were a Northerner!"</p> + +<p>"I know him only by reputation. Where is +he?"</p> + +<p>"Down in Richmond, <i>talking</i> about arming the +niggers, I reckon;" was his answer, while a +sneer curled his lip. "Beechwood is only a few +miles from here and I want to be taken back<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[389]</a></span> +to it as soon as I can ride so far, as Mother does +not know where I am."</p> + +<p>Here was an opening to the cloud; should she +enter it? How she trembled at the thought.</p> + +<p>"Is your aunt at Beechwood?" she found +breath to inquire at last.</p> + +<p>"No, she is in Boston, and Uncle Hud says will +stay there until the army leaves Virginia. I don't +reckon she cares how long she stays though, for +she has her girl back again, every one thought +was drowned, and——"</p> + +<p>"Her adopted daughter! did you say?"</p> + +<p>"Well, y-e-s! But what do you know about +her? I'll be hanged if I shouldn't think you +were her sister; I never saw eyes more alike. +She is splendid, and I am glad she has come to +life again;" and in spite of a deep wound in the +shoulder, and the presence of a bullet somewhere +in the chest, his cheek flushed with boyish admiration +as he talked of his foster cousin, and Lillian +did not fail to discover the cause of the deepening +blush.</p> + +<p>"Are you sure of what you have been saying?"</p> + +<p>"Sure that Aunt Nell is in Boston, and that she +has Lily with her; but not quite sure as to you +being her sister." In spite of her emotion, Mrs. +Hamilton smiled at the ingenuity of this remark. +Her resolution was taken. She would return to +Washington, and, as soon as possible, go to Boston, +and find this girl who bore such a striking resemblance +to herself. She arose to answer a call +and found that her trembling limbs refused to do +her bidding. As she reseated herself the boy said +kindly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[390]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I reckon you are not feeling very well. I +would rest a bit, for it must be dreadful taking care +of such a lot!"</p> + +<p>True to her purpose, within a week she had +communicated with Colonel Hamilton and obtained +a leave of absence, and was on her way to Philadelphia. +A little breathing spell was necessary; she +would stop and tell auntie all about it!</p> + +<p>It was night when she reached the city, and, +taking a carriage, she was soon in Race street. +Stopping at the corner, she had a fancy to go alone +to look in upon the peaceful home-scene, if perchance +the curtain was left up at the side window. +Was auntie thinking of her? She would give her +a pleasant surprise.</p> + +<p>How little we know what is to fill the next +moment that sweeps through our eventful lives! +The curtain was left up, as she had imagined, +and sitting by the table in the center of the room +were two ladies, instead of the one she had expected +to find alone. The gas shone directly upon +the face of Mrs. Cheevers, but the head of the +other was turned away. Still there was no mistaking +that imperious posture and stateliness of +form, or the braids of jetty hair. It was her +mother! They were talking, but she could not +distinguish a word. What caused that guilty +mother to move so uneasily in her chair, and +turn towards the spot where her daughter stood +trembling in the shadows? Had conscience +touched a note of warning?</p> + +<p>"I must enter," thought Lillian, and passing +around to the front door, rang the bell. Mrs. +Cheevers answered it in person. "Do not speak, +Auntie; it is I," she said, hurriedly, as the door<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[391]</a></span> +opened. "My mother is in there; I saw her +through the window. How shall I meet her?"</p> + +<p>"Promptly and boldly, my child. Come right +in."</p> + +<p>She led the way, while her visitor followed +trembling in every limb. "What has brought +you back at this time?" she went on cheerfully to +ask. "You said nothing about it in your last +letter." Mrs. Belmont arose as they approached, +and stood pale and haggard before her injured +child.</p> + +<p>"My mother!" Lillian exclaimed, with outstretched +arms. "How I have wanted to meet +you! Why did you flee from me?"</p> + +<p>"You wanted to see me? Lillian, is that +true?"</p> + +<p>"It is true, Mother. Why do you look so +sternly? Has your daughter committed the unpardonable +sin because she felt disposed to forsake +all others, if need be, and cleave to her husband?"</p> + +<p>"Well, do you understand it? See where I now +am! Look at the shame, the disgrace, the poverty, +you have brought upon me! I am a wanderer +without home or country, a pauper in a strange +land, and you have done it. Once I would have +died for you; but what have you sacrificed for +me?" She turned slowly and reseated herself by +the table.</p> + +<p>"This is my mother! Cold, stern and unloving!" +And sinking down upon the sofa her +pent-up feelings found vent in tears.</p> + +<p>"It is my opinion, Charlotte," said Mrs. +Cheevers, calmly, "that the day will come when +you will repent the injustice of this hour. If all +you have said is true in regard to yourself, how<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[392]</a></span> +can you afford to throw away so wantonly a +daughter's proffered affection? If she can overlook +the wrongs of her mother, that mother ought +to clasp her tightly in the arms of love."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean, Mrs. Cheevers? What +have I done to her that should call forth such a +remark from a third party?"</p> + +<p>"O, you need not take the trouble to tell me to +mind my own business; for whatever affects my +brother's wife or his child is my affair; and I repeat, +it is your duty to lay aside that stately indignation, +and if Lillian will extend the hand of +filial love, it is yours to clasp it."</p> + +<p>Mr. Cheevers coming home from the store, +turned the current of conversation into another +channel.</p> + +<p>"Well, well!" he exclaimed, as he recognized +the bowed figure on the sofa. "Mrs. Hamilton, as +I live! Just put down that little white hand and +kiss your old uncle. Just as glad to see you as +though you were my own daughter. How is +Pearl? Now, look here, Lillian," he continued, as +he perceived the quivering lips attempting to +answer; "none of that toward me! Anybody who +draws the moisture out of those beautiful eyes +while I am around must answer for the offence. +There isn't another in this great city to-night who +has more reason to laugh and be glad than have +you, so be about it! Let that statue of dignity +mump it out if she is determined to do so, but the +wife of Colonel Hamilton has no good reason for +tears."</p> + +<p>"Hiram!" interposed the wife, and she shook +her head menacingly at him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[393]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It is all very well; but what brought you to +us so unexpectedly?"</p> + +<p>"A little business, Uncle," Lillian replied, finding +voice to speak. "I am going farther north, +perhaps to Boston, and shall return here when my +object is accomplished."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Belmont turned hastily in her chair, and +glared at the speaker with dilated eye balls.</p> + +<p>"To Boston!" cried Mr. Cheevers. "Well, now +if I were a woman I would ask 'What under the +sun are you going there for?'"</p> + +<p>"But as you are a gentleman you will wait +patiently until I can tell you all."</p> + +<p>"Just so. Did you come on the eight train?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Have you thought, wife, of food and rest?"</p> + +<p>"Stupid as ever! I will go immediately."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Belmont soon followed the lady out of the +room. An hour afterward, while sitting at the +table, where a bountiful lunch had been prepared, +Mrs. Cheevers told Lillian that her mother had retired +to her room feeling very unwell.</p> + +<p>"Probably!" retorted her husband, with a merry +twinkle in his eye.</p> + +<p>"That is not fair Hiram; she has been sick +ever since she returned; and I think she was fearful +of an approaching illness or she would not +have come here. I went with her to-day to see +Dr. Kehn about her head, and it was his opinion +that there was some trouble with the brain that +might prove serious, and you know that you have +spoken of the wild look in her eyes."</p> + +<p>"And have not wondered at it, wife; but you +are looking well, Lillian, field life agrees with you.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">[394]</a></span>"</p> + +<p>"Tired though, and have come to Uncle Hiram's +for a little rest."</p> + +<p>"That's right, my child. I only wish you could +have brought Pearl along."</p> + +<p>There was a long talk in an upper room that +night not far from the guest-chamber to which +Mrs. Belmont had retired; for Lillian had desired +to tell her aunt all about it, and the good lady +listened and wondered.</p> + +<p>"Boston is a great city, my child, and what if +you could not find Mrs. Gaylord?"</p> + +<p>"Her husband mentioned in his letter the name +of a Mr. Bancroft, merchant I believe, and through +him I thought to learn all I desired. At any rate +I must try to find this girl! It is not because I +am told that her eyes are like mine, as there is +nothing remarkable in this; many have large dark +optics," and she laughed, "but because something +continually goads me with the conviction that she +is my child."</p> + +<p>"And have you not told Pearl?"</p> + +<p>"No, I could not bear to trouble him as my +poor heart is agitated; and it would be an additional +grief to have him treat the matter with +incredulity. He too must wait for the unfolding."</p> + +<p>"But your mother? How will she ever account +for the young lady's disappearance? How can +either of you forgive what she has done if it is +proven that Lily Gaylord is your child?"</p> + +<p>Lillian started to her feet, while Mrs. Cheevers +looked wildly towards the door. A low, wailing +cry as if a heart was being crushed had reached +them from the outside, and their cheeks blanched +as they listened. For a moment the two listened +to their heart's throbbings as the stillness of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">[395]</a></span> +death settled down about them; then a sound as of +one falling broke the silence. Lillian rushed to +the door in time to clasp the inanimate form of her +mother before the poor head struck the floor upon +which she was kneeling. It was true! <i>She had +been listening!</i> The upper part of the door did +not close tightly, and it was to this opening that +her ear had been placed until the brain reeled and +she sank upon her knees.</p> + +<p>"O my mother!" almost shrieked the distracted +daughter as she attempted to raise her.</p> + +<p>Mr. Cheevers heard the cry and came rushing +up the stairs, and the wretched woman was soon +carried to her bed, where, in a short time, the family +physician was in attendance. For many weeks +the proud, erring Mrs. Belmont lay tossing upon +her bed in wild delirium, and Lillian stood by and +listened to her ravings.</p> + +<p>"I did not do it! Look—there is no blood on +my hands! It was <i>she</i>! It was she! Let me +look again; yes—the same purple spots; Lillian! +Lillian! Why won't you come to me? I did not +do it! It was the sea—the wicked, cruel sea! O +my curse! It has fallen back upon my poor head! +It is burning up my brain! O God! But he +won't hear! The fires—<i>the fires!</i>"</p> + +<p>In vain did the untiring watcher breathe into +her ears the words of sympathy and forgiveness, +but the whirling brain caught them not. The +tenderest of hands bathed the burning brow and +administered to her every necessity. It was a +long, a fearful struggle between life and death; +but when the spring days were all past, and the +warm summer sun shone down upon the fresh +young grass in the public squares, Mrs. Belmont<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">[396]</a></span> +lay with folded hands and worn-out frame in quiet +helplessness upon the bed, where for so many +weeks she had tossed in frantic delirium. The +poor clogged brain had been relieved of its heavy +load and the burdened conscience quieted, and now +the reaction had come and Lillian again prayed +and waited!</p> + +<p>"If she would but speak to me or show some +signs of recognition," Lillian had said one day to +her aunt, as they stood looking at the pale, wan +face upon the pillow. "It is so hard to see her +lying there day after day so still and passive, taking +all that is given her without a word or gesture! +Terrible fears at times take possession of me—what +if she never recovers her reason! The doctor +has hinted such a possibility if I am not mistaken, +and I dare not ask him if my suspicions are +correct." The quivering lids were slowly raised +for one moment from over the large eyes, where a +most pitiful pleading look was hidden, and the +longing glance fastened itself on the troubled face +beside her.</p> + +<p>"Mother, dear Mother, do you know me? Speak +just one word to your poor Lillian;" and she +kissed tenderly the firmly set lips. Again the +lids slowly fell and the dark orbs were shut in with +their unfathomed mysteries.</p> + +<p>"This is dreadful!" and with tears streaming +down her face the aunt turned and walked from +the room.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">[397]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXXVI.</h2> + +<h3><a name="UNFOLDINGS_AND_REVELATIONS" id="UNFOLDINGS_AND_REVELATIONS"></a>UNFOLDINGS AND REVELATIONS.</h3> + + +<p>Weeks passed away and Mrs. Belmont was able +to sit for hours in her easy chair, but the once active, +energetic and massive intellect was weak and +inefficient as that of a child. The large eyes +would follow the flitting forms about her with a +weird wistful look, yet she seldom spoke, and +when she did, the words revealed the sad truth +that the powers that had long sat enthroned in the +realm of reason ruled no more.</p> + +<p>"I must go," Lillian said to her aunt one day, +as they drew the invalid chair close to the window +where a cool breeze from the Schuylkill could fan +her pale face, and, as the words fell on the ears of +Mrs. Belmont a quick flush overspread it. The +daughter noticed the change with joy and a +strange wondering. "Mrs. Jackson can do all that +is needed to be done now," she continued, without +removing her gaze from the placid features. +"I will not be absent more than a week at most, +and Pearl, you know, writes that if he can obtain +leave for a few days will be here by my return."</p> + +<p>"Pearl?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mother; would you like to see him?"</p> + +<p>There was a struggling among the buried +memories which were not dead but sleeping, for +the eyes gleamed with a new light, and the face<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">[398]</a></span> +resumed its look of intelligence. It was only +for a moment, however, and then the former inertness +returned, as she repeated, "Pearl!"</p> + +<p>"He loves you, Mother; shall I read what he +wrote last?" There was no response, and taking +the letter from her pocket, she read slowly and distinctly. +"She is our mother, Lillian, and, no +matter what she has done, it is the duty of her +children to forgive, and never refer to the past. +I am anxious to meet her for her daughter's sake. +My heart opens wide to take in her love and +bury the whole hateful past. Whisper my name +to her gently, familiarize her brain with associations +concerning me."</p> + +<p>"He is coming to see you, Mother, to love +you; are you glad?"</p> + +<p>"Forgive? Did he say forgive?"</p> + +<p>"He certainly did, and he is true to his word. +Shall I tell him to come?" The large eyes fixed +intently on the beaming face before her, as if +endeavoring to pierce the shadows.</p> + +<p>After a moment's silence the mother slowly +answered "Tell him come," and settled back in +her chair wearied and exhausted.</p> + +<p>Lillian was exuberant. "She is better," was +her conclusion as she adjusted the pillows and +brushed back the thin hair from the white temples. +The heavy braids were gone, and the +queenly bearing lost in helpless weakness.</p> + +<p>It was finally concluded that Mrs. Hamilton +should leave her mother in the care of the efficient +nurse who had been in attendance during +her long sickness, and, without speaking to her +upon the subject, proceed on her journey to +Boston, to return as soon as possible. Therefore<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">[399]</a></span> +on the following morning she started on +her exciting mission. What a threefold cord was +drawing her! The mother, to whose helplessness +her filial love was clinging; the idolized +husband for whom her heart was pining; and now +the living tendrils of a buried affection had +sprung up, and were twining themselves with an +unseen power around the vibrating cord that +bound her life to earthly loves and earthly hopes. +The mother-love had awakened with its pleadings +and would not be hushed. A little more than a +year ago, and the brittle thread that held her was +feeble, and the fibres frail; now other strands had +been added, and as the car rolled over the +space that separated her from the consummation +of her long-cherished hopes she thanked God +for the tender hand that had led her. The great +joy, however, that would sweep over her soul, +as she recalled the reasons of her present mission, +was not without its gloomy apprehensions. +What if, after all, Mrs. Gaylord's adopted daughter +was not her Lily? How was she to be sure? +and then the mother's ravings, her wild confessions; +her cries of innocence; certainly these +must have come from the hidden consciousness +of an appalling truth! She sat by the open window +and watched the receding fields, the trees +and villages, as the train sped through them, with +a sensation of alarm, for she realized that every +puff of the tireless engine brought her nearer +and nearer to the acme of her hopes or to disappointment.</p> + +<p>How her limbs trembled when, on reaching +Boston, she entered a carriage and gave orders +to be driven to the Parker House! In Boston at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">[400]</a></span> +last! In this boiling cauldron of living souls should +she find her child? What a thought! What a +hope! She must rest. Sleep alone could give +her strength of body for the trying ordeal. She +partook of a hasty lunch and retired to her room. +What if Mrs. Gaylord had left the city. It had +been so long since the boy had told her she was +here. Here was a new agony! She had not +thought of that; and ringing the bell asked for +a directory.</p> + +<p>Bowing, the servant turned to bring it.</p> + +<p>"Stay, perhaps you can tell me how far it is +to Mr. Bancroft's store."</p> + +<p>"Peter Bancroft, ma'am?"</p> + +<p>"I do not know."</p> + +<p>"He is just one block away, ma'am: Shall we +send your card?"</p> + +<p>"Yes." She had not known before what were +her wishes, and she wrote her address opposite +her name and requested an interview. In a half +hour the servant returned.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Bancroft is in the parlor, ma'am, and +will meet you there. Will you be kind enough +to come immediately as his business is pressing?"</p> + +<p>Lillian arose quickly and followed the servant.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon for troubling you, but I +am anxious to find a Mrs. Hudson Gaylord. +Are you the Mr. Bancroft with whom she is +acquainted?"</p> + +<p>"O, yes, if you are her friend I rejoice to meet +you;" and he extended his hand.</p> + +<p>"I am not acquainted with her, but would like +to learn if she has a young lady whom she claims +as an adopted daughter?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">[401]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Lily? Certainly! But they are not in the +city." She started and he hurried to say: "She +is only an hour's ride away. You can get to her +before ten in the morning. There is a little hotel +out in Kirkham where she has a fancy to spend +her summers rather than at a fashionable watering +place, and I believe it was in that vicinity +where she found her two protegees. If I can assist +you in any way I shall be happy to do so." He +arose to depart. Lillian extended her hand; with +many thanks and exchanging good-nights they +separated, the merchant to forget perhaps the +trifling incident in the press of business, the other +to her lonely room and rest.</p> + +<p>"Yes—I am glad," she thought as she closed +and bolted the door; "she—my child—is not here +and her mother has an hour's ride to get to her!" +Peacefully she rested on the threshold of a new +experience. Her heart throbbed wildly with hope +and fear as it peered through at the coming possibilities, +with new loves clamoring to be fed and +old ones struggling for precedence, and yet she +slept! The morning came and looked in through +the narrow aperture of the closed shutters, but +she did not wake. The gong sent its warning +echoes up through the broad halls but she slept +on. Eight o'clock and a loud knocking upon the +door awoke her, and bounding from her bed she +answered the summons.</p> + +<p>"A gentleman in the parlor, ma'am, and wishes +to see Mrs. Hamilton."</p> + +<p>"In just one moment!" and she hurriedly made +herself ready to meet her visitor.</p> + +<p>"The train would leave for Kirkham in a half +hour, and Mr. Bancroft would be happy to see her +safely upon it." This was the word he sent her.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">[402]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Mrs. Hamilton is grateful and will be ready +after a hasty cup of coffee."</p> + +<p>So soon! The time had come but how strong +she was! Not a tremor shook her frame; not an +emotion quickened her pulse! Mr. Bancroft +assisting her to a seat in the carriage, entered and +took one beside her.</p> + +<p>"We shall not be late? I slept so soundly. +Really I forgot to wake this morning, and must +thank you for reminding me of it."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hamilton laughed and Mr. Bancroft looked +into the beaming eyes and thought "how like +Lily Gaylord's they are!"</p> + +<p>"You spoke last evening of two protegees?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, a brother of the young lady—and a cripple."</p> + +<p>"A brother, did you say?" and the heart of his +listener gave a great bound of pain. The carriage +suddenly wheeled up at the station, and "all +aboard for the West" was shouted.</p> + +<p>"This way Mrs. Hamilton," and her escort +handed her into the car, and wishing her success +waved his adieus as the train moved on.</p> + +<p>"Her brother! Then she is not my child! +Have I been led thus far only to find the fruit that +allured me with its golden brightness nothing but +ashes? Can it be?" With fearful apprehensions +the hour flew by; the junction was reached at last.</p> + +<p>It was a short ride to the hotel, and as she +entered the spruce-looking village inn sensation of +suffocation caused her to throw back her veil that +she might breathe more freely.</p> + +<p>"Is Mrs. Gaylord in?" she asked of a sweet-faced +little woman who appeared.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">[403]</a></span></p> + +<p>"They have gone for their morning ride, but +will be back in a half hour at most."</p> + +<p>"I will take a room and wait their coming," +was Lillian's response, and the hostess was ready +to conduct her thither. It was a pleasant chamber +overlooking the maple grove where the "lady +from the south" had found so many cool breaths, +and which now presented its most winning aspect +to her who was gazing with anxious agitation into +its shades. They had gone! In half an hour! +Could she wait? And yet how she dreaded its +passing! But the wings of time never cease their +rapid motion, and before she had bathed her face +or removed her bonnet a rap upon the door announced +that her hour had come. Mrs. Gaylord +was ready to receive her visitor.</p> + +<p>"Will you ask her to grant me the favor to +come to my room?"</p> + +<p>This request was made with trembling voice, +and the hostess wonderingly went with her message. +Then a step was heard along the hall and +the door again opened, and the same gentle voice +to which she had twice listened announced "Mrs. +Gaylord."</p> + +<p>Lillian arose and the two ladies stood face to +face with a world of hidden mysteries between +them. Mrs. Gaylord extended her hand, and Lillian +smiled as the door closed behind the retreating +figure of the curious landlady.</p> + +<p>"You are surprised at this intrusion from a +stranger, but you will neither wonder or blame +when you have listened to my story, and as it is a +long one let us sit by the window."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord affably obeyed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">[404]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Have you a young lady with you; an adopted +daughter, I believe?"</p> + +<p>"Yes." The lady moved uneasily in her chair.</p> + +<p>"Will you tell me what you know about her +history?"</p> + +<p>"She can do this better than I. Shall I call +her?"</p> + +<p>"No, no! I want to talk with you; but first +answer this one question: Has she a brother?"</p> + +<p>"A foster-brother as she calls the noble cripple, +who is now with her in our private parlor."</p> + +<p>A gleam of joy darted into her beautiful eyes at +this clearing away of the shadows, and she proceeded.</p> + +<p>"Another question; by what name was she +called before you bestowed your own upon her?"</p> + +<p>Her listener laughed. "In her years of babyhood +she gloried in the appellation of 'Phebe +Blunt,' and in six years or thereabouts this was +changed to 'Phebe Evans;' at fourteen it was +again changed to 'Lily Gaylord,' the one to which +she will now answer."</p> + +<p>"Why Lily?"</p> + +<p>"Because of a little fanciful dream of her early +childhood. She was born near the sea, and lived +in a fisherman's cabin, but somehow learned that +somebody had called her 'Lily Pearl,' and from +this she drew the conclusion that a beautiful lady +had picked her up off the waves where the pearls +had thrown her."</p> + +<p>The speaker looked up to behold the face of her +listener as ashy pale as though the hand of death +had chilled it with its icy touch, while the pallid +lips were vainly endeavoring to speak; and, darting +from her chair, Mrs. Gaylord exclaimed with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">[405]</a></span> +alarm. "What is the matter with you? Are you +dying?"</p> + +<p>"No, no!" she answered feebly, as the reaction +came and the blood rushed back to face and brow. +"Not dying, but entering a double life. Mrs. +Gaylord, your adopted daughter is my child! My +Lily Pearl! Oh, how can I explain! How prove +to you or her my assertion! How my heart has +hungered and starved for the love my baby awoke +in it! Seventeen years have I endured this thirsting +which cruel hands imposed upon me. O, for +strength to bear the change!" And she raised +her clasped hands supplicatingly, while her companion +looked on wonderingly.</p> + +<p>"Let me explain," she added, and went on to +tell as well as she could, without reflecting blame +on the weak, helpless one far away, the story of her +wrongs and years of suspicion.</p> + +<p>"Is Mrs. Belmont, of Rosedale, your mother?" +was the abrupt question that startled the narrator, +and caused her folded hands to tremble under the +soft pressure those of her interrogator placed on +them.</p> + +<p>"Yes; she is my mother, and is now in Philadelphia, +a wreck of what she was when with you +in Savannah."</p> + +<p>"The mystery is explained, the problem solved! +Lily, my Lily, is your child! I might have known +such a blessing could not be retained by me. I am +selfish, and, although I pity you, would rejoice at +your continued thirst if the sweetest luxury my +heart has ever known could have been spared to +me. You have a husband to adore, a mother to +forgive, a God your soul worships, while I am +starving, with none of these things to satisfy my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_406" id="Page_406">[406]</a></span> +undying cravings. Is there no pity in your +woman's heart for such as I?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly. You have a husband, wealth and +position. More than this, God waits for you. How +then can you be so desolate?"</p> + +<p>"Ask your daughter by and by why she never +ceased to pine for the 'beautiful lady' that picked +her up from off the sea where the pearls had +thrown her? Did the bright picture that cast its +glittering rays only on the surface of her unsatisfied +heart feed or nourish the cravings of her +growing love? Can such cold star-beams warm +the frozen fountain? Do the fleshly ties of life +unite the aspiring soul with its higher destinies? +Love is the strong cord that draws us heavenward. +Can woman with her immortality be happy +when its drawings are all earthward? But I am +troubling you with my individual perplexities +when I ought to be lifting yours. I cannot, however, +tell you how much anguish and desolation +your story has thrown into my prospective future. +I was lonely and sad, and she came to fill the void. +I am childless, and her presence has satisfied my +heart's longings. But it is over now. Come with +me while with my own hand I tear the brightness +out of my life. Come!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"><a name="Arrival_at_Kirkham" id="Arrival_at_Kirkham"></a> +<img src="images/fig415.jpg" width="300" height="243" alt="Arrival at Kirkham" title="Arrival at Kirkham" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_407" id="Page_407">[407]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXXVII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_GOLDEN_CLASP_RELINKED" id="THE_GOLDEN_CLASP_RELINKED"></a>THE GOLDEN CLASP RELINKED.</h3> + + +<p>Lillian Hamilton followed her guide with unsteady +step along the hall toward the little front +parlor where her heart was to take up the broken +link which had been for so many years severed +in the chain of her eventful life; and her +thoughts stood still with a mingled sensation of +awe and fear, as her shrinking feet bore her +forward to the relinking.</p> + +<p>The door opened, and opposite on a sofa sat two +young people, evidently in close conversation. +Lillian stepped back.</p> + +<p>"'Make omens, go make omens,' Crazy Dimis +once said, you remember." It was Willie who was +speaking, but Mrs. Gaylord interrupted him.</p> + +<p>"Omens will make themselves sometimes without +our help, my boy. Lily, dear Lily, the hour has +come for you to gather them." Mrs. Hamilton +stepped forward into the room. "Here is a lady, +my child, who wants to see you," and she motioned +Willie to come to her as she darted back into the +hall. Without a moment's hesitation, the boy +dropped from his seat and sped across the floor +after his usual manner, for the old timidity had +left him during his years in Boston; but the +tearful eyes of the visitor were upon him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_408" id="Page_408">[408]</a></span></p> + +<p>When the door closed Lily said, "Did I understand +that you wanted to see me?" She had risen +from the sofa, and now stood before the new-comer, +her large, dreamy eyes full of wonder and amazement.</p> + +<p>"Lily Pearl!" fell from the quivering lips in a +low minor strain, as the mother bird cries for its +lost. "Lily Pearl! My Lily! My baby!" and +the pleading arms were outstretched. With a +shriek of excitement and joy the young girl sprang +forward, and the head was once more pillowed on +on the breast where so many years ago in infancy +it had rested for a few short moments.</p> + +<p>"My mother! It is, it must be, my mother!" +Tears such as seldom moisten woman's eyes fell +in a baptismal shower on the beautiful face that +lay so lovingly over the wildly throbbing heart, +where the sweet flowers of God's purest affections +had blossomed, faded, died. The minutes flew +past on airy wings, and still the mother and +daughter remained clasped in each other's arms, +and heart pulsated against heart, and life mingled +itself with life, until parent and child were bound +together, never to be rudely torn asunder until the +icy hand of death should break the welded link. +Raising the head tenderly, she looked into the +lovely face long and lovingly. "Pearl's noble brow +and expressive mouth," she said at last. "But +they were right; you have your mother's eyes, my +darling. May they never weep such hopeless +tears as have mine."</p> + +<p>"Who is 'Pearl,' Mother? And who am I?" +The dreamy eyes had put away their beams of +ecstacy, and the old wondering light had come +back as she asked these questions, "Who am I? +And who is Pearl?"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 315px;"><a name="Meeting_of_Lily_Pearl_and_her_Mother" id="Meeting_of_Lily_Pearl_and_her_Mother"></a> +<img src="images/fig418.jpg" width="315" height="500" alt="Meeting of Lily Pearl and her Mother." title="Meeting of Lily Pearl and her Mother." /> +<span class="caption smcap">Meeting of Lily Pearl and her Mother.</span> +</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_409" id="Page_409">[409]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You shall know all, <i>everything</i>, my child; but +my heart is too full of its present joy to relish the +thought of bringing up the hateful past for one +moment. But you must know. 'Pearl' is my +husband and your father, and a truer or nobler +man never lived. We were married before I was +as old as you, my darling, while a school girl in +Philadelphia, but my mother, who was proud and +aspiring, looked with disfavor upon our union, for +he was the son of a poor widow. And coming on +from her southern home she compelled me by her +resistless power to go with her, leaving the idol +of my young heart behind—forever as she intended, +but it has proved otherwise. In 'Cliff +House,' by the sea, you were born; and as I +clasped you to my heart, overflowing with maternal +love, I said, 'She shall be called Lily-Pearl (<i>our</i> +names combined), and then they took you from +me, and days after, when reason and consciousness +returned, I was told that my beautiful Lily had +been 'transplanted to a purer clime,' and my soul +was desolate. We traveled in Europe, and every +pleasure that could be gleaned from social life and +the pleasures of sight-seeing were thrown into my +years, yet my heart was unsatisfied. I loved Pearl +Hamilton; the little life that had sprung from our +union had grievously torn my own in the severing, +and nothing could heal the wound. Added to this +was the continuous suspicion that a bitter wrong +had been done me. The more I thought it over +and reviewed the attending circumstances, the more +did this suspicion fasten itself upon my soul. I +accused my mother of treachery, attempted to draw<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_410" id="Page_410">[410]</a></span> +from her some explanations regarding certain +things, but her superior power always succeeded +in silencing my wailing cry, and time rolled on. +It was by accident that I heard of a Mrs. Gaylord's +adopted daughter. George St. Clair, whom my +mother had insisted upon my accepting as her +son-in-law, joined the army about the time that I +left my home under a mother's curse. With an +aunt in New Orleans I found refuge. Here I conceived +the idea of drowning my long-endured +sorrows in the engrossing cares of the hospitals. +Almost a year ago, while nursing my husband, +who had been badly wounded, George St. Clair +was brought in, who also had been laid aside from +duty by a fearful wound. From his sister, who +had come to nurse him, I heard the sad story of +your disappearance and probable loss."</p> + +<p>Lily had slipped from her mother's knee, and, +sitting at her feet, was gazing intently into the +dear face, as the dear voice ceased. "Tell me, O, +tell me!" she exclaimed, pushing back her dark +hair with the old childhood's gesture: "Is Mrs. +Belmont your mother, and my—"</p> + +<p>"Yes, darling; but notwithstanding all, you shall +see and will forgive her! Think, my dear, how +strangely we have been led together! Had it not +been for that terrible experience I might never +have heard of Mrs. Gaylord's adopted daughter, or +the resemblance between us. Then how strange +was it that, in my first burst of bliss, with feeble +hands, not knowing what I did, I should have +fastened to your fluttering, struggling life the +cord that was to draw us together after so many +years of separation! I had called you 'Lily-Pearl,' +and the strange appellation could not be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_411" id="Page_411">[411]</a></span> +lost! Sixteen years afterward, the end of this unbroken +cord was again put into my hands, and +with a continuous yearning it has brought us +together. Old Vina was right! 'De Lord will +take care ob His childerns, neber fear!' I know +you have many questions to ask and there is much +to be told you, but, darling, Mrs. Gaylord and +your friend will desire to come back to their room +and we must not exclude them. First tell me, +how is it that he is called your brother? How +did you come here when you were left somewhere +on the Maryland shore?"</p> + +<p>"Because of my love for the sea and my desire +to get out upon the waves 'where the pearls had +thrown me, and my beautiful mother had picked +me up.' When lying in my trundle bed one night +I heard my foster parents talking about 'the five +hundred dollars' that had been paid them, and +laughed as one said, 'I guess her mother would +not think her much of a 'Lily-Pearl' could she +see her now.' Lily-Pearl! I asked Maria about +it, and she told me that my beautiful mother had +cast me off and hers had taken me in, and I ought +to love her. But the pretty story grew in my little +heart until it became a part of it, and I lived +and loved the sea for its sake. I was a pearl, and +had grown down where the pearls grew and the +waves talked to me about it, and one day as I was +wandering on the beach I sprang into a boat and +floated out on the billows where I had so longed to +go. I was happy, and sang and played with the +bright sunbeams on the waters until the night +came and a storm arose; and O how the billows +roared and the winds howled! My beautiful dream +of happiness was gone, and I sank down into the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_412" id="Page_412">[412]</a></span> +wet, dirty boat, for the rain to pelt and the salt +waves to dash over me. I do not know when it +was, but Willie's father found me. On board his +ship we came to Boston. Upon its arrival he took +me to his home, only a little way from here, where +I was to be a companion to his crippled boy, who +has been the dearest brother to me ever since. He +is four years older than I. His mother before +she died gave him to me and told me never to leave +him, but his sister Fanny did not like my being +there for her to support, and so I went away. Mr. +Ernest, the pastor of the church yonder, told Mrs. +Gaylord about me, and I came here to read to her; +here you have found me. But, Mother, I can +never forget or forsake him. It was he who taught +me to seek knowledge and read good books and +love God; all I am he put it into my heart to be."</p> + +<p>"My dear child, your mother would have you +cherish tenderly these early tokens of love. But +call your friends, darling, and let us talk together +of what must be. It is hard after all I have experienced +to compel my hand to sever a single +earthly tie; but what can be done to lighten the +blow shall not be withheld."</p> + +<p>It took days to clear away the mysteries and +shadows and dig thorns out of the path where so +many feet were to walk unitedly, although not +together at all times under the sunshine and the +clouds; but at last the work was done and Mrs. +Hamilton was to return to Philadelphia alone, as +she had come. Here she was to meet her husband +and break to him the joyful tidings that the dead +was alive and the lost found. Here also she was +to make ready for her daughter's reception as soon +as the cold winds of autumn should sweep down<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_413" id="Page_413">[413]</a></span> +from the north, and Mrs. Gaylord desired to return +to her southern home.</p> + +<p>"I shall have no wish to remain here alone," +was her plaintive conclusion when the results were +being finally talked over. "No more music lessons +or German from poor Mrs. Rouche, Lily, and +another heart will grieve at your going."</p> + +<p>"Better so than to have any one sorrow at my +coming," and Lily's happy face beamed with +joy. "You will remain a few days longer?" she +pleaded, breaking a short silence, and the wistful +eyes seconded the petition.</p> + +<p>"Until after the sabbath," was Mrs. Hamilton's +quiet response. "Somehow I have a fancy to go +to that little church yonder; it reminds me so +much of one I attended in the suburbs of a Scottish +village. And then too, darling, I have been +thinking I must have your full length photograph +to show your father on my return, for it will be +hard to make him believe my story without this +pretty face to corroborate it." And she patted the +full-rounded cheek fondly. "If Mrs. Gaylord will +favor me with hers I will be very glad to be its +possessor."</p> + +<p>"Do you not want Willie's?" The mother +smiled.</p> + +<p>"Are you so jealous for your friend? Certainly +I do want his just as I saw it yesterday when coming +up to the door of the hotel—carriage, Rover +and all. It was a beautiful picture, and I have no +desire that it should fade from my memory. But +we are to ride to his home after dinner, I believe. +Will the sister give me welcome? I must thank +her for the part she has taken in the preservation +of my child!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_414" id="Page_414">[414]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mrs. Hopkins met them at the gate, for she had +become pleased with the frequent visits of her +stylish acquaintance at the hotel, notwithstanding +her indignation at the interference in regard to +her wishes as to "Phebe's" remaining "where +she could make herself useful;" but that was +passed, and to-day she was smiling and genial. +When the carriage stopped Lily called out: +"Where is Willie?"</p> + +<p>"Down by the pond, I suppose; he went out +immediately after dinner."</p> + +<p>"Go with me, Mother, will you? It is lovely, +and I want you to see the spot where I have spent +so many hours listening to the waves as they came +around the sand-bar."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hamilton consented, and the ladies alighted +while Lily was saying, "Fanny, my mother has +come to thank you for all your kindness and care +of her child for so many years. Mrs. Colonel +Hamilton—my mother!"</p> + +<p>This introduction was given hurriedly and with +a tremulous voice. The lady extended her hand +to the astonished Fanny, who took it in her own +without a word. Her eyes turned to the face of +Mrs. Gaylord, who answered the inquiring look.</p> + +<p>"Did Willie not tell you? It is true the drifting +waif has found a home and loving friends who +have long mourned for her, and her days of +orphanage are over."</p> + +<p>There were tears in Fanny's eyes, and Lily, +wishing to turn the current of thought, said playfully, +"It was by this gate that my little bare feet +entered alone to reconnoitre in advance of my guide, +to hand over the information that I did not like to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_415" id="Page_415">[415]</a></span> +scour knives or wash potatoes, and I 'wouldn't do +it either!'"</p> + +<p>"You were very good to take in my poor child +and give her shelter so long, while my heart was +breaking to find her. I have a great debt of gratitude +to pay, and if I can cancel the obligations due +for any expense she may have been to you or +yours, nothing would give me greater pleasure +than to do so."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hopkins found her voice now, and with +great distinctness informed the lady that there was +no debt to pay, either of gratitude or money. +"Willie told me that 'Phebe' had found a friend, +and I was glad, but did not know that a mother +had come to take her away from us forever." Here +she broke down, and, turning, hid her face in her +hands.</p> + +<p>"Not forever, my dear Mrs. Hopkins, for while +we both shall live the friends of these dark days +shall not be forgotten or forsaken."</p> + +<p>Lily had placed an arm about the weeping +woman, as she whispered "Fanny, you do not +know how much I love you. I have given you +any amount of trouble, have been selfish and +indolent, oftentimes grieving you with my bad +temper and willful ways. Will you forgive me?"</p> + +<p>She did not speak, but an arm gently stole +around the neck of the suppliant, while the ladies +looked on with moistened eyes.</p> + +<p>Then Lily said, "Under the white marble yonder +lies Fanny's mother and my friend. She loved +us both, and if she were here now her soft, blue +eyes would brighten with my great joy." She had +turned toward her mother as she said this, and her +own beautiful orbs glistened as she talked.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_416" id="Page_416">[416]</a></span></p> + +<p>Fanny bent her head, and for the first time in +all the years kissed the glowing face of the poor +"little Phebe." "You are the one to forgive," she +said, bluntly. "I have been cold and harsh, but +it was not because I did not want you. The years +have been lonely ones with you away, and I could +not be reconciled to your leaving us after once +more being thrown back into my home; and you +are going to return no more."</p> + +<p>"No, Fanny; we will ever be sisters, and you +must come to me. Besides, we will have time to +talk this over, for I am to remain through the +summer with Mrs. Gaylord, and will visit you +many times. My dear mother, let us go to the +lake for Willie while Mrs. Gaylord rests herself in +the cool parlor." And the two walked together +down through the garden to the meadow brook, +thence under the pines, where the carpet of +fragrant leaves lay soft and smooth, until reaching +the summit of the gentle slope, Lily espied the +object of her search stretched out upon the green +grass under the old oak tree, where he had often +watched her fragile form in the little open boat as +she gleefully pulled the long-stemmed lily from +the clear waters, where the 'pearls were holding it +fast,' until she was hidden from his view by the +thick cloud of scalding tears that had welled up +from his desolate heart. Lily remembered it all +now, as she stood for a moment and looked at him.</p> + +<p>"You do not know how sorry I am for him," +she said, turning her eyes full upon her companion. +"He will be very lonely without me."</p> + +<p>"My child, tell me truly, do you love Willie +Evans?"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_417" id="Page_417">[417]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXXVIII.</h2> + +<h3><a name="CHANGES_AND_REVOLUTIONS" id="CHANGES_AND_REVOLUTIONS"></a>CHANGES AND REVOLUTIONS.</h3> + + +<p>Pearl Hamilton, at nineteen, had been a clerk +in a flourishing mercantile house, nobly supporting +a widowed mother on his limited salary; but +at thirty-six, by dint of industry and "good luck" +as his fellows called his success, he was the owner +of an elegant home on Broad street, which his conservative +parent refused positively to occupy. Besides +this he had a good business and an income +adequate to his every desire. When the call was +made for seventy-five thousand men to maintain +the dignity of a free people he hastened to enroll +his name. "Why not?" he inquired of his weeping +mother, who protested against the separation; +"I leave only you to mourn me if I find a soldier's +grave, and what can this short existence do for me +but to crown it with duties well done? There are +not many who would have fewer ties to break or a +less number of hearts to make wretched." He +went, and in the first great battle was taken from +the ranks helpless as we have seen.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hamilton returned to her friends in Philadelphia +buoyant and happy. Still it was sad for +her to look upon the wreck of a once proud intellect, +and when the mother's eyes turned upon her +with their greetings she was glad that it had been +in her heart to smooth over the parent's transgressions.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_418" id="Page_418">[418]</a></span> +But how would Pearl feel? How +could she reconcile him to all that had been? +Would he forgive when the whole truth was revealed? +These thoughts troubled her, and when +at last he arrived in the city on an unlimited +leave, and she looked into his fine manly face, her +heart rebuked her for the distrust she had experienced. +Mrs. Cheevers had been told the whole +story of the finding and waiting, and the uncle +had many times vented his indignation at "the +foolish idea of leaving her so near the water, where +she might at any time be compelled through inclination +or force of arms to take another ride not +quite so successful in its ending," but Lillian had +said: "I could not bring her here dear uncle just +at this time, for fear the struggling intellect would +again totter. Then Pearl—how <i>could</i> I present +her to him? It is better as it is, for I want my +husband's advice regarding the future."</p> + +<p>"Woman's propensity! Delightful independence +when the current is all the right way! But +I tell you, Lillian, I want to see that girl! The +same independent looking little queen that her +mother used to be! And this boy—he has a fine +head, and without doubt is a smart young fellow;" +and he handed back the photographs at +which he had been gazing.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Gaylord has such a pensive expression +on her face that one might imagine her the possessor +of some secret sorrow," remarked the wife, +thoughtfully. "Her eyes and compressed lips."</p> + +<p>"Not sad perhaps, Auntie, but disappointed! +As nearly as I could understand by the long conversations +we had together she belongs to that +class of mature women who in early years dressed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_419" id="Page_419">[419]</a></span> +up their future in spotless white, with very bright +adornings, and because they found it wearing a +most common, practical garb, turned away from +its proffers of good to grieve and grow discontented. +Mrs. Gaylord has a truly poetical mind, +whose creations are pure and ideal. She thought +love was a holy aspiration unmixed with earthly +blemishes, but has awakened to the realization of +her mistake, therefore cannot be reconciled to the +practical side of life. Her last words at parting +unsealed the book of her history. 'Good-bye!' +she said: 'If a heart that is feasting can pity a +hungry, starving one then think of me!'"</p> + +<p>"Poor soul; I am sorry for her!" remarked +Mrs. Cheevers sympathetically.</p> + +<p>"Because of the bond of sympathy twisted out +of a similar experience, I suppose," laughed the +husband as he arose to leave the room. "By the +way, I imagine that Colonel Hamilton will be here +to-day, wife; shall I send up something nice from +the market?"</p> + +<p>"Not before to-morrow morning, Uncle; he +writes he will take the night train from Washington +to save time!"</p> + +<p>"Horrors! He is as slow as molasses in winter;" +and the front door gave an expressive bang +as it closed behind him.</p> + +<p>Colonel Hamilton arrived in due time, however, +and was received with open arms. "Tell her I +have come, Lillian," he said, before proceeding to +the invalid's room. "I am in a hurry to meet +her. The shock may be too great if I go unannounced."</p> + +<p>Lillian obeyed and sprang with light step up +the stairway and entered her mother's room. She<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_420" id="Page_420">[420]</a></span> +was sitting by the window while Mrs. Jackson +was putting the finishing touches to her toilet, +for, weak as were her faculties, pride had not become +inactive. Her dress must be perfect and her +adornings ample as in other days.</p> + +<p>"How nicely you are looking this beautiful +morning," said the daughter, adjusting the rich +lace at the throat. "All ready for company I see—whom +shall I invite?"</p> + +<p>The large eyes looked steadily into the beaming +face for a moment, then as they turned languidly +away said, hesitatingly: "Charles."</p> + +<p>"You want to see your boy, don't you Mother? +Well you shall if he can be found! He was at +Uncle Stanley's the last I heard of him. We will +look him up by and by." A smile darted quickly +over the pale face.</p> + +<p>"Is there no one else you would like to see? +What if Pearl should come; shall I bring him to +you?" Again the eyes darted a keen glance into +the inquiring face. "You will love him; he is so +good and forgiving!"</p> + +<p>"Forgive? No! no! Pearl,—Can he forgive?" +And the tears came into her eyes.</p> + +<p>"He will forgive! It is all over now, and we +are very happy. Let me bring him to you, and +from his own lips you shall hear it. May I?"</p> + +<p>"No! no! I was wicked, cruel! He cannot, +no, he cannot!" And the stately head dropped +wearily upon her hand, while the elbow rested +on the arm of her easy chair.</p> + +<p>"How nice that dainty cap, with its bright ribbons, +makes you look. He will be proud of our mother, +and it will make me so happy!"</p> + +<p>"You happy?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_421" id="Page_421">[421]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, Mother; your Lillian; may I go for +him?"</p> + +<p>There was a long pause, for the poor brain was +struggling with itself, as one battles with sleep +when the morning dawns. The answer came at +last.</p> + +<p>"Yes, go get—Pearl. I am ready!"</p> + +<p>Lillian smoothed the soft dark hair, petted her +sunken cheek with her white hand, and, as she +kissed the broad forehead, remarked playfully, +"You are as pretty as a young girl waiting for +her lover."</p> + +<p>She encountered her husband just outside the +door. "Come in," she said, "Mother is waiting to +see you;" and, for the first time Pearl Hamilton +stood in the presence of Mrs. Belmont.</p> + +<p>With a quick step he approached her chair, and +kneeling at her feet, said gently, "Mother, bless +your son, it was I who disappointed you, I who +tempted you to do wrong; will you forgive me? +There have been dark clouds, but they are gone +now; put your hand on my head and call me +Pearl, this will make us happy."</p> + +<p>She did not move or raise her hand, but sat +motionless as a marble statue, with her gaze +riveted on the upturned face.</p> + +<p>Lillian took the thin hand and laid it tenderly +on the bowed head as she whispered, "forgive +him, Mother."</p> + +<p>"No, no!" she exclaimed, drawing it quickly +back. "Forgive? I did not know! See! there +is no blood on my hand; look!" and she held +it up before the wondering suppliant, who turned +his inquiring eyes towards his trembling wife.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_422" id="Page_422">[422]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I did not do it!" she continued; "'twas the +sea—the wicked sea! Forgive? O God! But +He will not hear me! I did not do it!" and the +head sank back upon its resting place.</p> + +<p>"I ought not to have come; how her mind wanders!" +whispered Colonel Hamilton, rising.</p> + +<p>"Mother, listen to me," said Lillian, taking the +hand which lay so motionless on the rich dress, +"I know there is no blood there, for the sea was +not wicked, and the little boat was taken care of +by the precious One, who will hear when you +call. There is much for you to know that will +make you happy; but first let us brush the cobwebs +out of the present. Old Vina would say, +'Bress de Lord for what ye now hab,' and you +have not made me happy yet by receiving and +loving my husband. Open your arms, Mother, to +your son, for he is waiting."</p> + +<p>She raised her head, and with outstretched arms +said, plaintively, "My son, my son!"</p> + +<p>The strong arms of love and forgiveness were +thrown about her, and, weary as a child, she laid +her head upon his shoulder and remained motionless +as a sleeping infant. He would not disturb +her and the moments went slowly by.</p> + +<p>"Put me on the bed," she said at last; "the +sea!—O the sea!"</p> + +<p>The arms that were folding her so gently, lifted +her in their strong grasp, laying her gently on the +bed, where, turning her face to the wall, she lay +motionless.</p> + +<p>"I think you may better leave her now," remarked +Mrs. Jackson, coming in at the heavy +tread. "She needs rest and a little sleep will +refresh her."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_423" id="Page_423">[423]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I did not expect to find her as she is," remarked +Colonel Hamilton, as they seated themselves +in the parlor below. "What did she mean about +the 'sea,' and the 'blood on her hands,' Lillian? +I noticed you understood it all."</p> + +<p>"Yes, Pearl, I do understand! You are to know +as well as I. But how can I tell you! O, my +husband, there is much yet to be forgiven! Is +your heart large enough for the demands to be +made upon it?"</p> + +<p>"You startle me, Lillian! Do not make me +fear for the sanity of my darling wife! What can +there be that will draw harder upon my powers +of forgiveness than what I have already experienced? +Do not fill those beautiful eyes with such +a strange look. I am Pearl Hamilton, who has +become familiar with injustice and wrongs; and if +there are more to confront, know then that they cannot +daunt or alarm me! I wait, Lillian, what is it?"</p> + +<p>She looked at him a moment in surprise and admiration. +"And this noblest type of man is my +husband!" she said, earnestly. "I will tell you +about my trip to Boston."</p> + +<p>"Not now; I can wait for that. What about +the sea?"</p> + +<p>"We must go around a little to get there, so +permit me to lead as I choose."</p> + +<p>With an air of martyrdom he folded his arms +over the golden bands of his military coat and +prepared to suffer.</p> + +<p>"You have never once inquired as to my business. +A careful officer should be more interested +in the affairs of those under his command."</p> + +<p>"Well, imagine my interest wide awake, and +hurry on to the sea."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_424" id="Page_424">[424]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I will not trifle with you, Pearl. I went in +search of a young girl in whose history I had become +nervously interested. George and Ellen St. +Clair told me about her; and in Virginia a young +soldier, who was brought to the hospital, added +some information that awakened an uncontrollable +desire in my heart to see her. I went to Boston +for that purpose."</p> + +<p>"Woman's curiosity!" he laughed. "Did you +find her?"</p> + +<p>"I did."</p> + +<p>"What was she like?"</p> + +<p>"I have her picture. Shall I show it to you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, if it will hasten you to the sea."</p> + +<p>Lillian arose, and taking from the table the +three photographs, returned to the sofa. "This is +a Mrs. Gaylord, who has the girl in her care—a +southern lady of great wealth, I believe."</p> + +<p>"Gaylord? Let me see. There was a rebel +scout of that name brought before me just as I +left, and I ordered him kept in the guard-house +until my return."</p> + +<p>"Hudson Gaylord?"</p> + +<p>"That was it, as sure as you live. Hudson +Gaylord! A fine-looking fellow, but caught in a +pretty bad trap, I am thinking."</p> + +<p>"Pearl, he is this lady's husband. You must +do all you can for him. Promise me this."</p> + +<p>"Why? I see no reason for interfering with +justice because you have in your possession a +photograph of his wife. But go on."</p> + +<p>"This, Pearl, is the picture of the young lady in +whom I was so much interested." She held it up +before him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_425" id="Page_425">[425]</a></span></p> + +<p>He started back in surprise. "Who is she?" +he gasped. "I should say it was yours, dress and +all, just as I saw you first in this very house. +Who is she?"</p> + +<p>"Look at that brow and the <i>hauteur</i> of the compressed +lips. They are not mine."</p> + +<p>"But the eyes and the queenly bearing, the +slender form and white dress—. Taken as a whole, +there could scarcely be a better representation of +yourself when fourteen."</p> + +<p>"Believe me, my husband, for what I am going +to tell you is true. That picture is our child!"</p> + +<p>"Lillian, are you mad?" And he started to his +feet and stood gazing at her. "Our child! You +told me she was dead. And how can this be?"</p> + +<p>"She is ours! Our Lily-Pearl! She did not +die, but was taken from me and given to the +wife of a fisherman who was to care for her for +a paltry sum; but God interfered and has twice +saved her from the sea and many dangers, and she +is now called the adopted daughter of this Mrs. +Gaylord, for whose husband I have been pleading."</p> + +<p>"Lillian, are you awake? Or am I dreaming? +Tell me again. Is this our child?"</p> + +<p>"Our Lily-Pearl! Worthy the name she bears, +and as true and noble as your child must be. Can +you forgive? There is a long story for you to +listen to, but it was to hide her wrongs that the +wicked sea now haunts our mother's weakened +brain. The blood upon her hands is the mark +conscience has placed there, but how thankful am +I that no such crime blackens her soul."</p> + +<p>He was walking the floor with rapid steps, and +apparently not listening, for he held in his hand +the picture that was entrancing him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_426" id="Page_426">[426]</a></span></p> + +<p>Lillian said no more, but waited. At last he +stopped before her and asked huskily, "Why did +you not bring her to me? This is cruel! You +have feasted your eyes on her beauty, heard her +sweet voice speak words of love that have satisfied +your heart, and now is this Mrs. Gaylord to retain +her and rob me? I believe I am angry with you, +my precious wife."</p> + +<p>"No, no, Pearl; she is coming to us just as soon +as we are ready to receive her. I could not well +burden them farther here, and so I waited to consult +you. Mrs. Gaylord is very sad about giving +her up, but she is ours; and Lily is anxious to +meet her father."</p> + +<p>"Then I shall go for her. If there is no room +in Philadelphia for the daughter of Pearl Hamilton, +then I will take her to Washington with me. +Get yourself ready, for to-morrow we start for +Boston. I will see this child, our daughter."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"><a name="Aunt_Vina" id="Aunt_Vina"></a> +<img src="images/fig437.jpg" width="300" height="322" alt="Aunt Vina" title="Aunt Vina" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_427" id="Page_427">[427]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIX" id="CHAPTER_XXXIX"></a>CHAPTER XXXIX.</h2> + +<h3><a name="THE_HAZY_MISTS_ARE_LIFTING" id="THE_HAZY_MISTS_ARE_LIFTING"></a>THE HAZY MISTS ARE LIFTING.</h3> + + +<p>Colonel and Mrs. Hamilton arrived in Boston in +due time. There had been long talks by the way, +much questioning and wondering, but true to the +dictates of a noble, generous soul, he had said, +"Notwithstanding all, I will forgive."</p> + +<p>When the train left the station for Kirkham on +the following morning, many eyes were turned on +the glittering colonel who, with his wife, entered +the car and took a seat near the door.</p> + +<p>"Let us go farther on;" requested Lillian, as +he stepped back for her to enter. "There is a seat +yonder."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but twelve steps farther away from her;" +and he laughed at the absurdities of his own +heart.</p> + +<p>"Do you know," she said at last, "there is a +greater conflict before you than any in which you +have engaged during the war? Mrs. Gaylord is +no enemy, yet I believe you will be hardly able to +resist her pleadings."</p> + +<p>"Shall I remove my regimental straps now, or +wait to lay my sword at her feet?"</p> + +<p>"You may wait, but be assured it must be done! +You can laugh now but you will pity her. Lily +is fresh, sweet and pure, and has nestled close +under the drooping wings of her pining love, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_428" id="Page_428">[428]</a></span> +a wound must be made in the severing. Can you +do this?"</p> + +<p>"Little novice! Do you ask a soldier such a +question as that?"</p> + +<p>There was a serious look on his face, notwithstanding +his careless words, but his heart was +buoyant! It was his child that was so soon to +rest her beautiful head so near it! His own darling +who was to drive away the last of its desolation, +and how could he intrude into its bright +chambers, so full of sunshine, the sombre shadow +of another's grief? He pitied her, and would use +his influence to liberate her husband and send him +out of harm's way. What more could he do for +her? "She will ever have a claim on my sympathies, +and every kindness I can bestow to ease her aching +heart shall be cheerfully given; but Lillian, the +wound must be made;" he said, after a long silence. +"Our daughter, my dear, was taken by +Mrs. Gaylord for the purpose of administering to +this drooping love you are speaking of, and if by +her gentleness, sweetness and purity, she has succeeded +in awakening the sleepy bird, it is her +glory, not her debt. But when you talk about the +cripple, that is quite another thing. My warlike +propensities beat a retreat immediately before the +power of that battalion. They were children together; +and it was only love and kindness in its +purest guise that has united them, and to wound +such a heart is a little hard."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hamilton sat a long time thinking of the +prostrate form beneath the old oak tree as it first +met her gaze. It was all over—the shady resorts +were to be vacated forever; the path by the +meadow brook would be trodden by other feet,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_429" id="Page_429">[429]</a></span> +while the little pond with all its enchantments was +to be cast among the fond memories of the past. +Lillian's heart grew sad as these gloomy prospects +came to her. She was aroused at length by the +call, "Kirkham—next station," and turned to behold +her husband looking intently at her.</p> + +<p>"As fine as a panorama, my dear," he said with +a merry twinkle in his eye. "Your face has had +all the changes of the 'dissolving views,' and I +have been permitted to look at them without paying +the usual quarter."</p> + +<p>"A trifle dishonest, though, for a gentleman," +was the playful retort; then added, seriously: +"When two weeks ago I alone neared this station +every nerve quivered with excitement! I was +nearing my child—crossing the gulf of treachery +that had so long separated me from happiness! +My limbs trembled and nerves quivered! Instead +of all this you are as calm and expectant as on +the eve of meeting an old friend."</p> + +<p>"Why not, little wife? You see the banks of +this terrible gulf were lowered a little, when, nearly +two years ago, my Lillian came over to meet me!"</p> + +<p>"Here we are," interrupted the happy wife, rising +from her seat; "gulf or no gulf we are coming +together!"</p> + +<p>The coachman bowed obsequiously as the two +emerged from the car.</p> + +<p>"Is Mrs. Gaylord still at the hotel?" inquired +the lady.</p> + +<p>"She is ma'am." And he closed the door and +drove away. Not a word was spoken during the +short ride, for an oppressive lull such as sometimes +precedes a storm had settled down over the +hearts of each, and it did not lift until the carriage +stopped.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_430" id="Page_430">[430]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mrs. Gaylord came into the parlor to greet the +visitors with a hesitating step. She was alone! +After the introductions Mrs. Hamilton asked for +Lily. "Her father is so impatient to meet her," +was the supplementary remark.</p> + +<p>"She is spending the day with Willie, for the +purpose, no doubt, of giving me a foretaste of +what is to be."</p> + +<p>"How far away," asked the colonel impatiently.</p> + +<p>"Over two miles, yet she insisted upon walking +there, as he had come for her before breakfast."</p> + +<p>"I will speak for the carriage;" and he left the +room hurriedly.</p> + +<p>"My shadows which were almost impenetrable +are nevertheless thickening," remarked Mrs. Gaylord +when alone with Mrs. Hamilton. "News has +just reached me that takes the light out of the +borders of my clouds!"</p> + +<p>"From the war?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. Mr. Gaylord, it seems, has been taken +prisoner while in citizen's dress, when out on a +scouting expedition, and it is quite uncertain what +will become of him. So many ties severed without +time given for the healing, empties life too rapidly +for the pulse to maintain its steady motion."</p> + +<p>"It may be I can steady it a little! Your husband +is in the hands of the regiment of which +Colonel Hamilton has command, and he will use +his powers to secure his liberty."</p> + +<p>"Do you know this?"</p> + +<p>"He has told me. Mr. Gaylord was brought in +just as he was leaving for Washington. The debt +of gratitude we owe would, if nothing else, have +this influence."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_431" id="Page_431">[431]</a></span></p> + +<p>"We are ready," called Colonel Hamilton from +the hall, and Lillian taking the hand of Mrs. Gaylord +said, soothingly:</p> + +<p>"Cheer up, my dear friend, there is sunshine +enough for us all if we will only secure it, and we +will attempt to woo a little of it when all together +once more;" and then went out to join her husband +who was impatiently waiting.</p> + +<p>"A true little country miss to take such a +walk," he remarked as they rolled on towards the +farm.</p> + +<p>"She is used to it," interposed the coachman +with true "Yankee" freedom; "she has gone +over this road lots of times when she wasn't the +young lady she is to-day! You are her father I +suppose?"</p> + +<p>Lillian laughed. "I have not introduced you, +Frank. This is my husband, and I suppose you +learned that Lily was my daughter when I was +here before."</p> + +<p>"Yes ma'am; and I'm glad! But I needn't 'a' +been told that for one would know it to look at +you."</p> + +<p>"But a little more doubt about the father?" +and Colonel Hamilton brought his hand down +firmly on the shoulder of the Yankee questioner, +while a merry peal of laughter rang out on the +summer air.</p> + +<p>"Wal—no; but there's the house—and the +wheat is ripe enough this minute to harvest!"</p> + +<p>"<i>I</i> will go to the door," said Lillian as they +came to a halt at the gate; "Mrs. Hopkins, without +doubt, is very busy with her dinner, and we +will not disturb her by waiting for a reception." +She stepped down while speaking and walked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_432" id="Page_432">[432]</a></span> +briskly towards the house. Before reaching it, +however, the door flew open and Lily darted into +the outstretched arms of her mother.</p> + +<p>"I am so glad!" she exclaimed. "Come—Willie +is sick and it may be you can help him!"</p> + +<p>"But, my dear, just wait for one moment; your +father wants to see you!"</p> + +<p>In her excitement she had not thought of the +carriage, or the reasons for the unexpected visit, +or anything but that the companion of many +years had been lying insensible on the bed where +the departed one had bid them both farewell so +long ago! But the words startled her, and she +raised her head from its sweet rest on the dear +shoulder to discover a tall military officer standing +before them. All the dreams of her maturer +years, winged as they had been with glowing aspirations +of "what might be." She had so longed +to be something besides "little Phebe," to have +wings and fly away up among the clouds; to be a +bird on the highest tree on the summit of the +mountain; and now what was she?</p> + +<p>"My daughter! My Lily!" and as he looked +at the wondering face his arms were outstretched +for the sweet love his great heart was longing for. +Without a word the fairy form sprang into them +and a pair of clinging arms were placed about his +neck. Long and silent was the embrace for the +heart was content.</p> + +<p>"Darling, can you love your father? I am not +as good-looking as the one you so much resemble, +but will I do?"</p> + +<p>The large eyes gleamed, and looking intently +at him, said: "I think you will!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_433" id="Page_433">[433]</a></span></p> + +<p>He caught her again in his arms and covered +her beaming face with kisses.</p> + +<p>"There, darling; now let us go to Willie, for I +confess that my warmed heart is reaching out for +him also."</p> + +<p>"O thank you! You will love him I know!" +and she preceded her parents into the house. Mrs. +Hopkins came forward to greet her visitors with +traces of tears still on her cheeks.</p> + +<p>"He is better now, and the doctor says it is +only overexertion in the hot sun and perhaps a +little worry with it," and she led the way to his +room.</p> + +<p>"I am so glad," Lily was saying with her arms +about his neck as they entered. "We will not go +out again until it is cooler!"</p> + +<p>"But—" He saw Mrs. Hamilton and reached +out his hand.</p> + +<p>"Here is my husband, Willie, who has learned +your worth before seeing you."</p> + +<p>"A dull scholar I should be certainly if I had +not."</p> + +<p>"And you find me only a poor cripple who is +obliged to creep through the dust just like any +other worm!" He tried to smile but it proved a +failure.</p> + +<p>"No, my boy; not through the 'dust' just +now, but into my heart, where, thank God, there +is plenty of room for you!"</p> + +<p>The physician, who had stepped out as they +entered now returned, and walking up to the bed +said, kindly: "You are all right now, Willie, but +you must be a little careful of yourself for a few +days and keep in the shade." And then he went +away.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_434" id="Page_434">[434]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You will stay to dinner?" pleaded Mrs. Hopkins; +"I have nothing very nice to give you."</p> + +<p>"Shall we, darling?" This to his daughter.</p> + +<p>The beautiful eyes added their plea, and the +carriage was ordered back to the hotel to return +for them at five.</p> + +<p>While sitting in the parlor Lily told her father +of the mother's gift in the years gone by, adding: +"He is my brother—I can never forsake him;" +and the answer had been: "He shall not be forsaken. +I am too grateful for what I have received +willingly to sever a single thread that binds you +to the friends of your past."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hopkins was standing in the door when +these words were spoken, but turned away with a +pain in her heart and a strange pallor on her +usually flushed face.</p> + +<p>That evening there was a long consultation in +the little upper parlor of the village inn, and Mrs. +Gaylord had repeated the plea: "You will let her +remain with me until the summer heat is over? I +cannot return home now if I would, and it would +be insufferable here without her! As soon as the +maple leaves shall crimson and the birds go where +I cannot follow, I will come with her to Philadelphia +and stand between you no more. It will take +the intervening weeks to prepare my heart to endure +the separation. Certainly you cannot refuse +me this!" And the whole matter was given to +the daughter for a decision. She whispered it at +last in the ear of her doting father, as she hung +about his neck while he petted and caressed her: +"For Willie's sake, until he is stronger and able +to return to Boston I will remain."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_435" id="Page_435">[435]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Pretty hard, my darling, but as there is no +appeal the subject is of course closed."</p> + +<p>"But there is another of whom I have not told +you, whose heart will rejoice at this decision," +Lily remarked playfully.</p> + +<p>"Not a lover I hope," interposed the father.</p> + +<p>"Yes—a true lover! One who has helped me +in many a trying hour, and whose advice it has +always been safe to follow. You need not draw +down that military mustache so threateningly, for +this 'lover' is no other than 'Crazy Dimis,' who +is even now free from the restraints of the 'county +house' and is roaming about somewhere. She +appeared to us yesterday out of the honeysuckle +swamp, and with her usual earnestness exclaimed, +as she pointed her long bony finger at me, 'Little +fool, kiss and cry, kiss and cry, don't I know? +Life is full of 'em; go, love is waiting—get it;</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Eyes must weep—and eyes must hunger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love must sleep and life must wonder;<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>don't I know?' And with a loud laugh she +darted into the thick shades and life was left to +'wonder.' There is a good deal of common sense +in her gibberings, and when three years ago she +told me to 'go and make omens' I obeyed, and +came to Mrs. Gaylord, whose hands were full of +cheering 'omens.'"</p> + +<p>One week after the northern visit Colonel Hamilton +received very decided orders from headquarters +to return immediately to his regiment. "Lee +must be intercepted."</p> + +<p>"You must do it all alone, Lillian," was the +quick remark when the telegram was read. +"Howe & Brother will furnish all in the upholstery +line that will be desired, and be sure that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_436" id="Page_436">[436]</a></span> +our home is made fitting the reception of our +daughter."</p> + +<p>How full the succeeding days were to the hopeful +wife and mother! "She will be here at the +first tinging of the maple trees." This she had +said to her aunt. "Only a little more than two +months in which to make all ready."</p> + +<p>"Such a dainty bit of precious girlhood must +not be allowed to step on the common ingrain that +covers your old uncle's floors, I take it." This +was a little improvised indignation as the good +old uncle listened to the plannings and recountings +of the luxuries that were to surround her in +the home to be prepared. "But the fisherman's +cot shouldn't be forgotten, Lillian, and so sometimes +you will let her come to us?"</p> + +<p>"What a wicked, naughty uncle you are!" Lillian +exclaimed, while she smothered all further +ebullitions of assumed anger by placing a little +white hand over his mouth. "There! Now to +punish you for those words I shall be at the store +at five for you to go with me and look over the +premises!"</p> + +<p>"Want to blacken my fingers with the guilt of +spoiling her do you? Well, well! A full half +hour lost in palavering; good-bye," and the jovial +uncle went out from his home leaving it full of +sunshine.</p> + +<p>October dawned bright and beautiful. The hazy +mist that brooded over the city was tinted with +hues of purple and gold as they became tangled +with the many colored leaves that fell through the +cool shadows in the public squares, and in a +week Lily-Pearl Hamilton would arrive! One +cloud only was shadowing the path of Mrs. Hamilton,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_437" id="Page_437">[437]</a></span> +and that the absence and dangers of him to +whom her heart had clung through all the gloomy +days; but in a few months his "three years" +would close and then—how happy they would all +be!</p> + +<p>"If Pearl can succeed in getting Old Auntie and +Lizzy safely here, as he assured me he could do," +she had said, "my cup will be full to overflowing!"</p> + +<p>"How will your mother bear all this?" queried +Mrs. Cheevers.</p> + +<p>"With no serious result I imagine. The doctor +told me the other day that she was not susceptible +of a very severe shock, her brain having +become so inactive that no injury would probably +come to it through excitement."</p> + +<p>Suddenly recollecting that Pearl's mother was +to meet her at the new home at ten she hastened +away.</p> + +<p>"Everything was <i>perfect</i> in the new home," was +Mrs. Hamilton's conclusion, as with Lillian she +walked from room to room. "Not massive and +oppressive with a superabundance of heavy carvings +and marble, but bright and cheerful in its +display of luxury and beauty. Your taste is good, +my daughter, and I think Pearl will commend it."</p> + +<p>While at the tea-table that night a letter was +brought in for Lillian. "From George," she said, +breaking the seal. "A long one for an invalid +certainly," and she unfolded the well-filled sheet +and began its perusal. Finishing the first page +she laid it upon her lap and folded her hand over +it.</p> + +<p>"Well," she said at length; then perceiving +that her uncle and aunt were gazing quizzingly at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_438" id="Page_438">[438]</a></span> +her; "wonders are multiplying!" and she recommenced +its perusal.</p> + +<p>"Do stop her, wife, and make her tell what it is +that brings such a queer look into her face! If I +were a woman; but pshaw!" The wife laughed.</p> + +<p>"In just one moment, Uncle," and Lillian +turned the page. "He is nearly well, and—yes—he +will accept my invitation to be here in Christmas +week with his bride!"</p> + +<p>"Hurrah! Another southern aristocrat mixing +up with northern plebeianism I reckon! What's +that quotation, wife? 'To be seen is to be loved?'"</p> + +<p>"No, no! You are talking about vice! 'To +be hated needs only to be seen.' But <i>this</i> is a +wife!"</p> + +<p>"O, well I never could remember poetry. +George to be married! All right! I will give +him welcome to his miseries! But who is the fair +one?"</p> + +<p>"The daughter of the widow with whom they +are staying; one fully worthy to bear the honored +name of St. Clair. So he writes."</p> + +<p>"The same old silly story; but I am glad of it! +Let me see—when is that 'Lily-Pearl' to get +here? I cannot wait much longer!"</p> + +<p>"And you will not be obliged to do so. I +shall expect her now on every train, for there was +something in her letter that appeared like surprising. +She said 'a week at the farthest, but I +am so impatient to get close to my mother once +more that I fear I cannot wait much longer for +Mrs. Gaylord to smooth down her ruffles.'"</p> + +<p>She did wait, however, but the day came when +the carriage containing the long lost daughter +with her escort and servant stopped before the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_439" id="Page_439">[439]</a></span> +door of Mrs. Hamilton's temporary home and +alighted. What a rush of emotion came into the +heart of the young girl when she remembered that +beneath that roof was the one who had been the +cause of all her desolations and roamings! But +they were over now, and with a light tread she +darted up the marble steps and rang the bell.</p> + +<p>"By surprise after all," she remarked, turning +to Mrs. Gaylord, who was following. The door +flew open and with an exclamation of joy she +sprang into her mother's embrace.</p> + +<p>"The train is not due for five minutes," Lillian +said at last, finding breath to speak. "I was just +coming to the door to watch down the street as I +have done for many days."</p> + +<p>But why attempt to picture the scenes of bliss +that followed? All hearts in the broad circle of +love save one opened wide to receive its new accessions. +Mrs. Cheevers could never tire of eulogizing +her pretty ways and simplicity of manners, +while the husband reiterated fully twice each day +that even his pet, Lillian, never came up to her +daughter in good looks or winning ways.</p> + +<p>Still Mrs. Belmont utterly refused to see her +grandchild. In vain did Lillian assure her that +the past had been severed forever, and Lily only +waited to tell her this, but her answering wail of +agony was truly pitiful to hear.</p> + +<p>"No—no!" she would say, "I cannot, O, I +cannot! Keep her away! Keep her away! O +God! But he will not hear? Don't let her come, +Lillian my child. I did it! So cruel! So +wicked!" With streaming eyes Lillian would pet +and caress her mother with most earnest solicitude.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_440" id="Page_440">[440]</a></span></p> + +<p>Day after day passed with no better results. +She would not see Lily, neither would she be +taken to the beautiful home on Broad street. +"Let me die here," she would plead, when told of +the pretty room that had been fitted up for her—so +nearly like the one at Rosedale. But she +shrank at the very recital and settled down in her +easy chair like a weary child who desires to be let +alone.</p> + +<p>"What shall I do!" This from Mrs. Hamilton, +one morning coming into the presence of her +daughter, after one more fruitless attempt. "She +will never consent to leave here, and I cannot go +without her. Neither do I like to use compulsion."</p> + +<p>"Why not wait for Father? Perhaps he can +persuade her."</p> + +<p>"For two months, darling?"</p> + +<p>"If no better thing can be done."</p> + +<p>The mother smiled. "Perhaps you are correct. +This may be best. I think we will wait."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/fig451.jpg" width="300" height="297" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_441" id="Page_441">[441]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XL" id="CHAPTER_XL"></a>CHAPTER XL.</h2> + +<h3><a name="AUNT_VINA_IN_THE_NEW_HOME" id="AUNT_VINA_IN_THE_NEW_HOME"></a>AUNT VINA IN THE NEW HOME.</h3> + + +<p>The weeks succeeding the incidents of our last +chapter sped rapidly by. Winter came with its +chilling winds, rifling the waving branches of +their many colors, leaving them bare and unsightly; +while it spread now and then over the seared +lawns a pure white covering of snow, to hide for +a time its sad work; and upon all this Mrs. Belmont +looked with dreamy listlessness from her +window. What was beauty, death, or change to +her now, shut out as she was from the past, and +in fear of the future? When kind hearts attempted +to gain her consent to have the monotony +of life broken she would plead: "No, no, let me +stay here! It is cold, I cannot go! Lillian, my +child, don't let her come! She will look at me +with her large eyes, so much like my baby's! It +would kill me!"</p> + +<p>What was Mrs. Hamilton to do? The elegant +home on Broad street was waiting, and Christmas +week approaching. She could not leave her mother +to be a burden to others, and Lily said, "perhaps +Father can persuade her;" and so they lingered +for his coming.</p> + +<p>"Unless some imperative duties shall arise +to prevent I will run home for a Christmas dinner," +he had written.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_442" id="Page_442">[442]</a></span></p> + +<p>The opening of the holidays came at last, as all +bright places in life come and flit past, and Colonel +Hamilton returned on leave to his home with +buoyant spirits, for he did not come alone. Aunt, +Vina, with her broad, good-natured face, followed +the gaily dressed officer from the carriage, and +close behind her walked Lizzie and little Bobby. +"For Miss Lillian, I'se couldn't leave him," was +the earnest exclamation preceding the greeting.</p> + +<p>"No more could you Lizzie, and we could never +have gotten along without little Bobby," and Mrs. +Hamilton caught the diminutive mulatto of ten +in her arms and kissed his plump yellow cheek.</p> + +<p>Never was a mother more heartily welcomed by her +child than was 'old Aunt Vina,' by her pet of former +years. "Bress de Lord, honey! I thought dese +old arms wouldn't neber hold my sweet darlin' +no more!" she exclaimed, as tears coursed rapidly +over her cheeks. "But de Missus, honey? Old +Vina's eyes ache to look on her once more; de +poor dear! Massa says she's dreffle bad, but de +Lord knows what's bes'!"</p> + +<p>"Why did you not tell me about this?" asked +Lillian of her husband as soon as the dear old +arms had liberated her sufficiently to permit +her to do so. "It would have helped in the +waiting if I had had the opportunity of anticipating +a little?"</p> + +<p>"I was not sure of succeeding in my project +myself until three days ago," he answered, +between the repeated caresses he was lavishing on +his beautiful daughter.</p> + +<p>"She's just like her mudder," interposed Aunt +Vina; "and dis old heart's got her fast!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_443" id="Page_443">[443]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Let it hold her, Vina, and permit her young +life to draw as much good from its hidden treasures +as my darling wife has received," and Colonel +Hamilton placed the hand of his child in the +old negress's grasp. "Let your motherly love +widen sufficiently to make room for both of my +treasures, will you?"</p> + +<p>"Dat I will, and place enough for de missus +too!" Here a hearty laugh all around, in which +Mr. and Mrs. Cheevers joined in merrily.</p> + +<p>The day after to-morrow would be Christmas, +and a small party was expected in the new home. +How much there was to be done before that +time! "The first thing of all," said Lillian, emphatically, +"is to get Mother to Broad street! We +have everything in readiness—a cook and maid of +all work secured."</p> + +<p>"And nobody wants 'em," chimed in Lizzie. +"Reckon Vina an' me knows all dat!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, and after our little fete is over you two +shall be fully enstalled as advisory committee in +our quiet domain, while Bobby can wait on the +door and learn to be a man. I suppose you know +that you are no longer slaves, and, unless I am +very good to you, some day you may take into +your kind old heads to leave me."</p> + +<p>"Neber, Missus!" chimed in two voices at the +same time.</p> + +<p>Dinner was now ready for the hungry travelers, +but Mrs. Hamilton could not eat. "I will go to +Mother," she said, "for she will hear the voices +and perhaps recognize them."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Belmont was alone, for Mrs. Jackson had +been dismissed upon the arrival of the daughter +into the household; and Mrs. Gaylord had immediately<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_444" id="Page_444">[444]</a></span> +gone to visit a relative in another part of +the city with a promise to return to them for a few +weeks after all were settled. Lillian opened the +door of the chamber with some trepidation. As +she did so two large eyes were fastened upon her +with a speechless wonder lighting up their slumbering +fires.</p> + +<p>"I came to eat dinner with you, Mother," the +daughter said cheerily, coming to her side. "Not +tasted it? I am in good time then. It will spoil +if you allow it to get cold. This chicken pie is +not the way Aunt Vina used to get it up, is it? +But I like it quite as well. Let us try it."</p> + +<p>"Has she come?"</p> + +<p>"Who, Mother?"</p> + +<p>"Vina."</p> + +<p>"Yes, and Lizzie, with little Bobby."</p> + +<p>"And he?"</p> + +<p>"Who?"</p> + +<p>"Charles."</p> + +<p>"No, Mother, but he is at Rosedale, well and +hopeful. You know some one is needed there to +take care of the place and servants. But Pearl is +below stairs and will be here to see you after +dinner."</p> + +<p>The good things on the small table, however, +remained untouched, for the once proud mistress +of Rosedale was silently watching the curtain, +that had fallen around her world, slowly move +one side, as the panorama of the past came laggardly +to view. Lillian watched the changing +expression on the thin face with interest, unwilling +to interrupt the ebbing emotions she was +sure were casting their flitting shadows upon it. +Not until the sound of feet coming along the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_445" id="Page_445">[445]</a></span> +hall, and then halting before the door, was a +word spoken. "Mother; Pearl has come," and, +without permission, Lillian arose and opened the +door.</p> + +<p>"Just as I left you;" he exclaimed, cheerfully, +stepping to the side of the invalid's chair. +"Surely you have not been sitting here all the +time?"</p> + +<p>She did not move or look at him.</p> + +<p>"It is too bad to stay in this one room so long, +and to-day we will have a change. In an hour, +Lillian, there will be a carriage at the door, and +we will take Mother to another room, where she +will not be obliged to look upon the same wall of +brick and stone always."</p> + +<p>She started, and her gaze rested on the manly +face so near her own.</p> + +<p>"Not a word," he responded, playfully, placing +his hand over her mouth, "I am going to show +you one of the brightest rainbows that has ever +spanned your blue sky of life. All the brighter, +dear Mother, for the dark clouds behind it. You +are looking much better than when I went away; +and that scarlet shawl gives quite a healthy glow +to your cheeks. How happy we shall be! In a +few months my army life will come to an end; +then I will throw up my commission and be one +among you, and let Rosedale go to its rightful +owner,—we can be happier without it."</p> + +<p>"Charles?" said the feeble voice.</p> + +<p>"Shall be where his mother can enjoy him. In +an hour, remember, we will go. Wrap warmly, +for it is cold outside;" and, without another word, +Colonel Hamilton left the room.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_446" id="Page_446">[446]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Now, Mother, you must eat something, for you +will want strength for your ride."</p> + +<p>She obeyed, and, without speaking, did good justice +to the ample meal. The firm will of a strong +controlling mind had conquered, and Mrs. Belmont +submitted to every suggestion without an +opposing gesture.</p> + +<p>The servants, immediately after dinner, were +taken to their new quarters, with Lily as their +mistress, and then the Colonel returned in the +carriage for his wife and mother. He found her +warmly cloaked and shawled, but every nerve +trembled as one shivering with ague. Not apparently +noticing it, he said, merrily, "How the boys +in blue would envy me," and he placed his arm +around the shrinking form to aid the timid feet +down the long flight of stairs. "To be a lady's +gallant is a luxury not often indulged in by us +poor soldiers. The air is delicious out of doors; +it will give you new life and strength. There +now, you are all right, safe on terra firma!" And +slowly he led her on.</p> + +<p>Mechanically she moved through the hall to the +outer door, down the marble steps, and was lifted +into the carriage with many a lively sally from +Lillian, who followed full of wonder. As carefully +was she assisted out again on arriving at her +destination; and entering the splendid drawing-room +looked wildly about her.</p> + +<p>"Right here, Mother, in this easy chair;" and +her tender escort seated her near the register.</p> + +<p>"Jus' you let me do dis;" calmly said Vina, +coming up to her once stately mistress, and she +began removing her wrappings. "Dar's no use +ob dese old hands forgettin' how. And Missus,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_447" id="Page_447">[447]</a></span> +I'se mighty glad de good Lord sent 'way down to +Georgy after this ere gal, 'cause He knowed dar +was no one like old Vina could do for de missus."</p> + +<p>All the time the faithful hands were at work, +while the brightening eyes of the invalid were +scanning the kindly face of the old slave.</p> + +<p>When all wraps were removed and passed to +Lizzy to take from the room, she took her thin +white hand in her dusky palm, and, kneeling by +the chair, said plaintively; "Bress de Lord! Let +ebery body bress Him, for He is good! O Missus! +Vina's heart is big, 'cause it's so glad! Bress de +Lord!"</p> + +<p>The other white hand was lifted slowly and +placed on the bowed head of the negress as the +pale lips muttered, "Bless the Lord! Pray, pray!"</p> + +<p>"Glory!" and the old servant sprang to her +feet.</p> + +<p>"De angels will clap dar hands wid joy! Missus +is goin' to de mansions by-and-by!"</p> + +<p>A quiet glow of peace stole into the restless +eyes, as Mrs. Belmont listened, and settling down +in her easy chair, she really looked like the picture +of contentment, as the Colonel asserted, entering +as Vina went out.</p> + +<p>Mr. and Mrs. Cheevers were to take a quiet tea +with them, and, as the uncle declared, "would +bring along the horse-shoe, as there would be no +good luck without it." And soon all were seated +in the drawing-room in pleasant conversation, to +which Mrs. Belmont apparently gave no heed. +An hour passed, when the careful mistress, who +was, indeed, troubled about many things, took the +arm of her husband and went into the parlor +opposite.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_448" id="Page_448">[448]</a></span></p> + +<p>"She is so tranquil; how can we disturb her?" +was the first ejaculation.</p> + +<p>"We will not disturb her my dear."</p> + +<p>"But what about Lily?"</p> + +<p>"What about her? Why she's the sweetest +darling—"</p> + +<p>"No, no! How shall we bring them together?"</p> + +<p>"In the most natural way possible. When tea +is ready I will escort her out to the table and introduce +our daughter. She is a child and will submit +to be governed and led. But where is Lily? +I have not seen her for a long time."</p> + +<p>"Gone to her room with a letter from Willie, I +imagine, as her cheeks put on an unusual glow +when a small package was placed in her hand +by the carrier."</p> + +<p>"What makes you say that, Lillian? Do you +suppose that the heart of our child is in any way +entangled with that boy's love?"</p> + +<p>"I do not know."</p> + +<p>The subject of this conversation came tripping +down the broad staircase, and with a buoyant step +entered the room where her father and mother +were standing by the window.</p> + +<p>"See what Willie has sent me for Christmas!" +she exclaimed, holding up a finger adorned by a +ring set with precious stones.</p> + +<p>"An engagement ring my darling?"</p> + +<p>"O no! We never thought of such a thing. +He is my brother, that is all!" The sweet face +could but crimson as she looked into that of her +father.</p> + +<p>"I believe you, darling; and as a brother he +will be loved by us all."</p> + +<p>"Is it not beautiful?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_449" id="Page_449">[449]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It has cost him many a day of hard work, +without doubt," was the reply, while the mother +was carefully examining the costly gift. "Poor +Willie! He writes that he is not very well."</p> + +<p>"He misses his companion of so many years, +and the bestowing of this gift has brightened up +his loneliness more than anything else could have +done." This from the mother thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>The bell announcing tea was heard in the hall, +and the colonel, bidding his daughter see that all +was ready, went to the drawing-room for the invalid. +It was as he had said. Placing his arm +tenderly about her shrinking form he led her into +the dining-room where she met her granddaughter +with only a slight quivering of the hand that was +clinging so closely to the arm supporting her.</p> + +<p>Lily kissed the pale cheek as she said: "I will +take her to the seat where Aunt Vina says she +must sit." During this the peaceful glow did not +fade from her eyes, or the expression of resignation +from her face.</p> + +<p>"You are a magician as well as a prophet," +whispered Lillian, returning to the head of the +table.</p> + +<p>They were happy now. The rainbow was +spanning the dark clouds, and its cheering colors +were reflected in every face.</p> + +<p>"Charles," feebly whispered Mrs. Belmont.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and Mrs. Gaylord, who ought also to be +here," remarked the colonel, "for I have good +news of her husband. He will be liberated and +sent north in a very short time." How bright the +sky can be after the clouds are driven out of it!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_450" id="Page_450">[450]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XLI" id="CHAPTER_XLI"></a>CHAPTER XLI.</h2> + +<h3><a name="GOOD_BYE" id="GOOD_BYE"></a>"GOOD BYE."</h3> + + +<p>Gentle reader, would you like to follow the +friends whom you have met in this simple narrative +still farther in the histories of their eventful +lives? Has your acquaintance thus far been a +pleasant one? This is not all. Every thoughtful +mind will draw from the characters of history +or romance such lessons of hope and faith as cheer +the heart in sorrow or beneath the depressions of +despondency something that will guide when the +soul is perplexed or shrinking. Sad indeed would +the writer of this story be, if in the delineations of +the history of our little heroine no lonely wayfarer +should be comforted, or no friendless waif taught +to look up for the hand that safely leads. God is +kind and watchful towards his children, assuring +them that they are "better than many sparrows," +and therefore cannot fall to the ground without +his notice; but is also just to punish and chasten +those who oppose his little ones.</p> + +<p>Have these truths been set impressively before +you? If so we will raise the curtain yet a little +higher and glance for one moment into the lives +and homes of the few in whom you are interested, +after the terrible war is over and peace again settles +down like a holy benediction over our beautiful +land.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_451" id="Page_451">[451]</a></span></p> + +<p>Colonel Hamilton could not be spared from the +important position he had occupied from the commencement +of the struggle, and although his +visits home were frequent, the elegant house on +Broad street wore an air of desolation as the +shadows of realities and uncertainties crept into it. +The reports of victories and defeats brought terror +and dismay into every heart, for loved ones were +in jeopardy and mourning was in the land.</p> + +<p>One day there came a letter from the absent +husband that thickened the veil of apprehension +and spread a new gloom over the hearts of those +who read it. "We must expect bad news my dear +wife," it went on to say; "and although I would +shield my cherished ones from war's disasters I +cannot do it. Reports were brought in last night +by our scouts that Rosedale was in ashes and your +brother, in a desperate hand to hand encounter +with some of the boys in blue, received a wound +from which he died before reaching the hospital +camp. I was hoping to be able to shield him, and +for our mother's sake send him north. But now +he is beyond our reach."</p> + +<p>"My poor, poor brother!" cried Mrs. Hamilton, +as the letter dropped from her hands. "I had +placed so much hope on his coming! What can +I tell Mother? She is so much better, and was +asking only this morning when Charles would be +here?"</p> + +<p>"We cannot break the new sad news to her," +replied the daughter; "let us wait for Father. +Somehow he is able to do everything without +difficulty."</p> + +<p>Lillian smiled in spite of her tears. "Yes, +darling, we will wait." But it could not be. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_452" id="Page_452">[452]</a></span> +hungry heart of the mother was enduring the +agony of famishing, and her cries for her only son +were truly pitiful.</p> + +<p>"Let the consequences be what they may I cannot +longer endure her appeals; she must know the +truth," she said to Lily one morning some weeks +after. "Mother—Pearl cannot send him to you—how +gladly he would do it if he could; but it is too +late!"</p> + +<p>"Too late?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Mother; the war you know. It has destroyed +Rosedale, scattered the servants and—"</p> + +<p>"Charles?"</p> + +<p>"Charles has fallen into the ruin."</p> + +<p>"Charles? Will he not come?"</p> + +<p>"Never Mother; he is dead! And we are +alone!"</p> + +<p>"Dead! Dead! And he will not come! Gone! +All, all gone!" and the white fingers linked themselves +together, twisting and untwisting with a +slow nervous motion as they lay upon her lap, +while her large eyes never moved their gaze from +the face before her.</p> + +<p>"Dead! Dead!" she murmured.</p> + +<p>"Pearl will be here by and by, and he will love +you and be as true a son as my brother would +have been. Let us wait and watch for him now."</p> + +<p>"Dead! Dead! My boy—my Charles!" From +this one subject nothing could divert her thoughts. +The sad, mournful wail bubbled up from her +stricken heart as naturally as her breath issued +from her lungs, moaning and breathing; yet not a +tear moistened the burning eyeballs, until one +morning while Vina was arranging her dress for +the day and telling her how "de poor heart broke<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_453" id="Page_453">[453]</a></span> +when little Shady went out and neber more come +back," the unseen hand laid a finger upon the +main-spring of human life and it stopped. Mrs. +Belmont, the ambitious mistress of Rosedale was +also dead! The flickering light of a once massive +brain was blown out; the prison door opened, and +the pent-up soul was gone! Now indeed were the +shadows deepened! The emblems of mourning +were upon the door and reflected their sombre +shade's over everything within.</p> + +<p>Colonel Hamilton could not leave his regiment, +as they were engaged in active duty; and so the +daughter laid her away in Woodland cemetery +under the cool shadows, as the setting sun was +scattering its last rays upon the sparkling waters +at the base of the hill. As the birds were chanting +their good-night songs the solemn cortege +turned away—back to life with all of its coming +and stirring events, yet with heavy hearts.</p> + +<p>"Yes, darling, we will leave Aunt Vina sole +mistress of all and go to Kirkham for a few weeks +at least," Mrs. Hamilton said a few mornings +after, in answer to her daughter's plea.</p> + +<p>"Willie is so anxious to tell me something and +ask me about it. It has been a whole year since +my visit, and two since our separation, he writes. +I am so glad you have consented."</p> + +<p>Few preparations were needed, and in a week +Willie and "Phebe" were once more sitting +together in the little parlor, where as a diminutive +waif she had entered more than twelve years before, +alone and unattended. What power of +prescience could have pictured the changes? What +vicissitudes and pleasures; what a mixing up of +joys and sorrows, of snarls and hair-breadth escapes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_454" id="Page_454">[454]</a></span> +there had been crowded into the rolling +years.</p> + +<p>"I guess I may better read the letter, for I can +never tell you what is in it," said Willie, taking +the well-worn missive from his pocket. "No, you +may have that pleasure, while I will watch your +face, reading as well as you."</p> + +<p>"How you puzzle me, Willie. I have a good +mind to run away alone to read it; you have made +me nervous!"</p> + +<p>"Not a step shall you go." But her quick eyes +were following the page down at a rapid rate, and +did not listen.</p> + +<p>"O Willie!" she exclaimed as she turned the +paper and went on. "Do you believe it? Can it +be true?"</p> + +<p>"He says so!"</p> + +<p>"And he knows. 'I have written Mr. Palmer,' +he says, 'and am informed that there will be no +difficulty in the operation, but it will require considerable +practice on your part to be able to walk +firmly as he does.' I know that he has two cork +feet or legs, as one day while behind him on +Chestnut street a friend pointed him out with the +expression, 'who would imagine that his walkers +were artificial?' But those poor little feet! O +Willie, there is no joy without its gloomy side!"</p> + +<p>But Willie did walk; never without his cane, +but his creeping days came to an end, and a +thankful heart blessed God for its unexpected +bliss. Social life now has no horrors for his sensitive +nature, and he mingled freely with the +refined and intelligent who frequented the parlors +of the honored colonel and his lovely family.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_455" id="Page_455">[455]</a></span></p> + +<p>Reader, are you curious to see him? If so look +for him in one of the largest clothing stores in the +city of Philadelphia. Not as clerk or seamster as +in former days, but as half owner and proprietor. +Be good, pure and noble if you would succeed in +reaching the eminence ambition points out to you. +"Carve out your niche and place yourself in it," +was the advice of a true philosopher to his son, +and will answer for the young of all ages. Look +up, and if too weak to climb, the hand above you +will lend its willing aid.</p> + +<p>The war came to a close at last, and Mr. St. +Clair with his wife and daughter returned to their +southern home. Mrs. Mason received them joyfully, +but declared that she could "never, <i>never</i> +forgive George for his silly freak of connecting +himself with such plebeianism! My daughter's +governess! He may better remain where such +follies are tolerated!" But the parents only +laughed, and the sister remained silent.</p> + +<p>Rosedale would be rebuilt, not in as magnificent +style as before, for its owner's long stay in the +north had taught him many lessons.</p> + +<p>"It may be I shall not care to occupy it," the +son had remarked at the parting; "but my sweet +sister will make a noble mistress for it."</p> + +<p>And so it proved. George St. Clair became a +northern man in deed as well as in feelings. He +proved a successful tradesman and government +officer in New York city in company with Elmore +Pierson, who had been spared to his mother.</p> + +<p>A happy family gathered in the home circle, +blessed with fresh young blossoms of human life +who were to adorn the world and bring comfort +into the declining years of those whose feet were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_456" id="Page_456">[456]</a></span> +going downward. It is but a short journey between +the two great rival cities, and the friends +bound together by so many vicissitudes kept up a +pleasant intimacy, often reviving past memories +by tales of pleasant scenes or strange coincidences +that would otherwise fade from sight in the moving +panorama of human existence.</p> + +<p>"We will have that Christmas dinner we were +to have had three years ago," exclaimed Colonel +Hamilton a week before the world-famed day. "A +regular house warming! Let me see! Can we +not get Willie's sister here with her family, and +not let the dear boy know anything about it until +then? Gaylord and his wife have gone back to +their home, and I suppose he would not come with +any amount of coaxing! He has grown so sour +and ugly during the last six years that I pity +that feeble little wife of his! O my letter! I +have not even told you what has set me in such a +commotion! Just like one of my freaks of forgetfulness!"</p> + +<p>"I was wondering," laughed Mrs. Hamilton, for +he was skipping around the room with the joyousness +of a little boy, while searching in his pockets +for the letter that was to make the revelations.</p> + +<p>"Where is the thing? Well I declare, if it is +not down to the office on the desk, as true as the +world! If Willie gets hold of it! But no matter."</p> + +<p>"Do, tell me, Pearl! I am glad you have doffed +your regimentals. How you would look in a Colonel's +uniform at this moment!"</p> + +<p>"Honor and glory must pass away, but the St. +Clair's will not pass away; they are coming and +may be here to-day, Mrs. Mason and all!"</p> + +<p>"And remain till after the holidays?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_457" id="Page_457">[457]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Longer, my dear! Christmas dinner, however, +is the main subject under consideration. Let me +see; Vina is getting pretty old for such an occasion, +and if she will keep little Charlie safe in the +nursery, it is about all we ought to ask of her. +Lizzie is good in her place, and little Bobby is +a treasure; but we must have another cook. What +makes you look so solemn, my dear wife?"</p> + +<p>"O, no—only——."</p> + +<p>"Well—only what?"</p> + +<p>"Is that Major Belknap to be here?"</p> + +<p>"Do you not like him, Lillian? He was one +of the bravest and noblest officers in the whole +regiment."</p> + +<p>"It is not that. But how can I ever spare my +darling child?"</p> + +<p>"This will have to be done some day; and I +know of no one to whom I could more easily +transfer our daughter's happiness. It is evident +that her heart is not wholly her own, and it +would not look well: for you or me to interfere +with any arrangement of this kind," he laughed. +The sunshine of the husband's cheerfulness fell +into the chilly places of the mother's fears, warming +them into brightness.</p> + +<p>The Christmas festivities were a secured success.</p> + +<p>George St. Clair came down from New York, +to be clasped in the arms of his devoted mother; +and receive the hearty hug from the dear old +father, and loving embrace from one sister, and +the cold salutations of the second. "If this does +not take away my breath," he exclaimed, drawing +his hesitating wife towards the stately Mrs. +Mason, while disengaging herself from the demonstrative +greetings of others.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_458" id="Page_458">[458]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Sister," he said, "this is my wife, who has +generously consented to add an additional lustre +to the St. Clair escutcheon, and, without doubt, +would as kindly place you on her list of friends!"</p> + +<p>Anna extended her hand, which Mrs. Mason +took with a stiff bow of recognition.</p> + +<p>This did not escape the quick eye of Colonel +Hamilton. "A trifle freezy for so warm a room," +he whispered, sotto voce, as he turned to meet +Willie, who was approaching, leaning on the arm +of his foster-sister.</p> + +<p>"This way, my boy. A Merry Christmas," +and he opened the door into the family sitting-room, +where Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins, with their +own small Willie, were waiting his coming.</p> + +<p>He drew back. "Am I dreaming! Fanny, +my sister! Is this really you?" A tear found +its way to the calm blue eyes, whose fountain +had been closed for many a happy month by the +blessings that had been piled upon it.</p> + +<p>"We are all here, my brother! You would not +come to us, so we came to you! If Mother could +see—and know!"</p> + +<p>Her voice choked and she turned to the window.</p> + +<p>What a happy circle gathered around that +bountifully-loaded table on that Christmas day! +Fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, friends +and lovers! While the host stood with uplifted +hands, asking the Lord to bless and draw all hearts +together, an "Amen" found its way out of every +answering soul; and the feast went on.</p> + +<p>Here we leave them, gentle reader,—bid them +all good bye, with a wish and a prayer for their +future happiness and success.</p> + +<p class="center">[FINIS.]</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><a name="Transcribers_Notes" id="Transcribers_Notes"></a>Transcriber's Notes:</h4> + +<p>2. Minor punctuation errors have been corrected without comment and +consisted primarily of placing or removing missing or incorrectly placed +single and double quote marks, end periods, etc..</p> + +<p>3. Throughout the text words denoting family or other close relations, +"Mother," "Father," "Aunt," "Auntie," "Old Auntie," "Brother," "Sister," +"Uncle," "Massa," "Missus" and "Crazy Dimis" were inconsistently +capitalized when appearing immediately before a proper name, (_i.e._ +aunt Nell and Aunt Cheevers, aunt Vina,) or when standing unmodified as a +substitute for a person's name, (_i.e._ "Poor Old Auntie came out from +the kitchen," or; "Take me home Mother." or; "Yes Massa"), and have been +correctly capitalized in this e-text.</p> + +<p>4. SPELLING CORRECTIONS:</p> + +<ul> +<li>p. 20, "cooly" to "coolly" (coolly interrupted the stately lady.)</li> +<li>p. 33, "Mary" to "Maria" ("... either," answered Maria;)</li> +<li>p. 39, "ectasy" to "ecstasy" (ecstasy never before experienced)</li> +<li>p. 63, "bouyant" to "buoyant" (5) (a light buoyant step)</li> +<li>p. 64, "remarkably" to "remarkable" (many other remarkable things.)</li> +<li>p. 70, "blosssoms" to "blossoms" (the blossoms had disappeared)</li> +<li>p. 73, "musnt't" to "mustn't" ( mustn't eat too much)</li> +<li>p. 88, "bouyant" to "buoyant" (her light, buoyant figure)</li> +<li>p. 97, "though" to "thought" (as she thought how he would miss her)</li> +<li>p. 98, "Lillie-Pearl" to "Lily-Pearl" (21) (had given birth to "Lily-Pearl")</li> +<li>p. 101, "semed" to "seemed" (that Fanny seemed so much)</li> +<li>p. 103, "wo" to "woe" (3) (cry of woe) and (feeble wail of woe)</li> +<li>p. 109, "lilly-pads" to "lily-pads" (the broad lily-pads)</li> +<li>p. 119, "supulcher" to "sepulcher" (2) (your heart's sepulcher)</li> +<li>p. 122, "pursuasion" to "persuasion" (4) (After much persuasion)</li> +<li>p. 123, "form" to "from" (break away from the injunction)</li> +<li>p. 129, "Lilly Bell" to "Lily-Bell" (5) (He loved "Lily-Bell")</li> +<li>p. 132, "bouyant" to "buoyant" (5) (from her buoyant nature)</li> +<li>p. 133, "Lilly Bell" to "Lily-Bell" (5) (Lily-Bell! what a suspicion)</li> +<li>p. 143, "Nebber" to "Neber" (3) (Neber you min')</li> +<li>p. 149, "darkdess" to "darkness" (fly into the darkness)</li> +<li>p. 160, "frolicing" to "frolicking" (frolicking like a kitten)</li> +<li>p. 172, "etherial" to "ethereal" (is truly ethereal)</li> +<li>p. 173, "cathesdra" to "Cathesdra" (Ah, there is 'Cathesdra'—listen,)</li> +<li>p. 175, "destestable" to "detestable" (that detestable governess)</li> +<li>p. 176, "see" to "she" (she could see no way of escape.)</li> +<li>p. 180, "cantained" to "contained" (cup of others contained.)</li> +<li>p. 187, "sheek" to "cheek" (that full round cheek,)</li> +<li>p. 194, "bullustrades" to "balustrades" (1) (heavy post of the balustrades)</li> +<li>p. 198, "plebian" to "plebeian" (my 'plebeian' curiosity)</li> +<li>p. 204, "youg" to "young" (The young man looked)</li> +<li>p. 210, "hypocricy" to "hypocrisy" (Secrecy and hypocrisy)</li> +<li>p. 220, "percieve" to "perceive" (12) (perceive that her lips)</li> +<li>p. 226, "upraidings" to "upbraidings" (2) (terrible upbraidings of conscience!)</li> +<li>p. 255, "nor" to "not" (who could not help smiling)</li> +<li>p. 281, "cathesdra" to "Cathesdra" (the sweet singer of "Cathesdra.")</li> +<li>p. 287, "old aunty" to "Old Auntie" (as Old Auntie would say)</li> +<li>p. 292, "hygeine" to "hygiene" (in your skill of hygiene;)</li> +<li>p. 297, "proclivites" to "proclivities" (1) (her confederate proclivities)</li> +<li>p. 297, "perpertrated" to "perpetrated" (1) (perpetrated on you)</li> +<li>p. 311, "become" to "became" (but it became entangled)</li> +<li>p. 315, "apall" to "appall" (2) (Does the sight appall thee?)</li> +<li>p. 323, "unitiated" to "uninitiated" (to the uninitiated?)</li> +<li>p. 325, "uncontrolable" to "uncontrollable" (uncontrollable agitation)</li> +<li>p. 332, "proceding" to "proceeding" (15) (before proceeding farter?)</li> +<li>p. 339, "carrid" to "carried" (you were carried away.)</li> +<li>p. 339, "inadvertantly" to "inadvertently" (same time inadvertently)</li> +<li>p. 356, "trepidition" to "trepidation" (2) (with some trepidation)</li> +<li>p. 371, "greivous" to "grievous" (2) (a grievous wrong)</li> +<li>p. 372, "enconsed" to "ensconced" (was ensconced amid)</li> +<li>p. 372, "reponsibilities" to "responsibilities" (with extraordinary responsibilities)</li> +<li>p. 388, "severly" to "severely" (3) (severely wounded by a sharpshooter)</li> +<li>p. 389, "he" to "be" (I'll be hanged)</li> +<li>p. 421, "whith" to "with" (with her white hand)</li> +<li>p. 422, "oustretched" to "outstretched" (with outstretched arms)</li> +<li>p. 424, "uncontrolable" to "uncontrollable" (uncontrollable desire)</li> +<li>p. 428, "batallion" to "battalion" (power of that battalion.)</li> +<li>p. 447, "removod" to "removed" (all wraps were removed)</li> +<li>p. 454, "sensative" to "sensitive" (8) (his sensitive nature)</li> +<li>p. 457, "consideratien" to "consideration" (4) (subject under consideration)</li> +<li>p. 458, "escutchion" to "escutcheon" (to the St. Clair escutcheon)</li></ul> + + +<p>5. TYPOGRAPHICAL CORRECTIONS:</p> + +<ul> +<li>p. 9, removed duplicate word "in" (manuscript in advance)</li> +<li>p. 62, removed duplicate word "with" (Phebe has been with us)</li> +<li>p. 97, added paragraph break after quote ("... bloom on without me.")</li> +<li>p. 104, removed duplicate word "but" (but there were no tears)</li> +<li>p. 167, The title of Chapter XVI on the Contents Page is "The Birthnight Entertainment" +however the Chapter title on the given page is "The Birthday Entertainment" and has been +retained as written.</li> +<li>p. 182, added word "our" to (a web of our own weaving)</li> +<li>p. 230, added word "with" (you must take my father and mother and Ellen with you)</li> +<li>p. 234, removed duplicate word "the" (take rooms at the hotel)</li> +<li>p. 252, removed duplicate word "the" (like the whisperings of)</li> +<li>p. 305, added second "as" (activity as soon as yourself)</li> +<li>p. 318, removed duplicate word "the" (where the new resolutions)</li> +<li>p. 320, removed duplicate word "it" (we could not help it)</li> +<li>p. 322, changed word order "use the" to "the use" (what is the use of throwing misery)</li> +<li>p. 387, removed duplicate word "over" (swing round over West Virginia)</li> +<li>p. 442, added word "a" (Never was a mother more hartily welcomed)</li> +<li>p. 458, removed duplicate word "the" (and the feast went on)</li></ul> + + +<p>6. WORD VARIATIONS:</p> + +<ul><li>"a-goin'" (1) and "agoin" (1)</li> +<li>"ecstacy" (4) and "ecstasy" (2)</li> +<li>"gaiety" (1) and "gayety" (1)</li> +<li>"Lizzie" (5) and "Lizzy" (3)</li> +<li>"nuf" (1) and "nuff" (1) (slang for enough)</li> +<li>"road-side" (1) and "roadside" (1)</li> +<li>"sand-bar" (2) and "sandbar" (1)</li> +<li>"swear" (1) and "sware" (1) (archaic version)</li></ul> + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Lily Pearl and The Mistress of Rosedale, by +Ida Glenwood + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LILY PEARL AND MISTRESS OF ROSEDALE *** + +***** This file should be named 35765-h.htm or 35765-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/5/7/6/35765/ + +Produced by Barbara Tozier, Bill Tozier, Christine Aldridge +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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