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Drinkwater + +Release Date: August 7, 2011 [EBook #37003] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TESSA WADSWORTH'S DISCIPLINE *** + + + + +Produced by Katherine Ward, Roger Frank and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='i001' id='i001'></a> +<img src='images/cover.jpg' alt='' title=''/><br /> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='i002' id='i002'></a> +<img src="images/illus-fpc.jpg" alt="Nan drew Tessa’s cheek down to her lips. (Page 329)" title=""/><br /> +<span class='caption'>Nan drew Tessa’s cheek down to her lips. (<i>Page 329</i>)</span> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p><span style='font-size:1.6em;font-weight:bold;'>Tessa Wadsworth’s</span></p> +<p><span style='font-size:1.6em;font-weight:bold;'>Discipline</span></p> +<p> </p> +<p>A Story of the Development of a Young Girl’s Life</p> +<p> </p> +<p><span style='font-size:larger;'>By Jennie M. Drinkwater</span></p> +<p> </p> +<p>Author of “Growing Up,” “Bek’s First Corner,”</p> +<p>“Miss Prudence,” etc., etc.</p> +<p> </p> +<p>“The people that stood below</p> +<p>She knew but little about;</p> +<p>And this story’s a moral, I know,</p> +<p>If you’ll try to find it out.”</p> +<p> </p> +<p><span style='font-size:larger;'>A. L. Burt Company, Publishers</span></p> +<p>New York</p> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p><span style='font-size:smaller;'>Copyright 1879,</span></p> +<p><span style='font-size:smaller;'><span class='sc'>By Robert Carter & Brothers.</span></span></p> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p>Dedication.</p> +<p> </p> +<p><span style='font-size:smaller;'>TO</span></p> +<p><span style='font-size:smaller;'>MY FRIEND</span></p> +<p><span class='sc'>Mary V. Childs.</span></p> +</div> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<div class='center'> +<p><span style='font-size:larger;'>CONTENTS</span></p> +</div> +<table class='c' summary='table of contents'> +<tr><td style='font-size:smaller'>CHAPTER</td><td></td><td style='font-size:smaller'>PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>1.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Hearts that Seemed to Differ</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch1'>9</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>2.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Silent Side</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch2'>20</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>3.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Last Night of the Old Year</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch3'>31</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>4.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Somebody New</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch4'>55</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>5.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Hearts that were Waiting</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch5'>65</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>6.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Another Opportunity</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch6'>81</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>7.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Long Day</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch7'>90</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>8.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>A Note out of Tune</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch8'>101</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>9.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The New Morning</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch9'>140</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>10.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Forgetting the Bread</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch10'>156</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>11.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>On the Highway</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch11'>162</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>12.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Good Enough to be True</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch12'>178</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>13.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Heart of Love</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch13'>188</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>14.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Wheat, not Bread</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch14'>211</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>15.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>September</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch15'>217</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>16.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>A Tangle</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch16'>244</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>17.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Night Before</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch17'>258</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>18.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Moods</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch18'>280</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>19.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>The Old Story</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch19'>293</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>20.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Several Things</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch20'>305</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>21.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Through</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch21'>330</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>22.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Several Other Things</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch22'>338</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>23.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>What She Meant</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch23'>362</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>24.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Shut in</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch24'>367</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>25.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Blue Myrtle</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch25'>377</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>26.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Another May</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch26'>390</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>27.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Sunset</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch27'>397</a></td></tr> +<tr><td valign='top' style='text-align:right; padding-right:1em;'>28.</td><td valign='top' style='text-align:left; padding-right:3em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Hearts Alike</span></td><td valign='top' style='text-align:right;'><a href='#ch28'>405</a></td></tr> +</table> +<p> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> +</p> +<h1>TESSA WADSWORTH’S DISCIPLINE.</h1> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9'></a>9</span><a name='ch1' id='ch1'></a>I.—HEARTS THAT SEEMED TO DIFFER.</h2> +<p> +She was standing one afternoon on the broad piazza, +leaning against the railing, with color enough +in her usually colorless cheeks as she watched the +tall figure passing through the low gateway; he +turned towards the watching eyes, smiled, and +touched his hat. +</p> +<p> +“You will be in again this week,” she said coaxingly, +“you can give me ten minutes out of your +busy-ness.” +</p> +<p> +“Twice ten, perhaps.” +</p> +<p> +The light that flashed into her eyes was her +only reply; she stood leaning forward, playing +with the oleander blossoms under her hand until +he had seated himself in his carriage and driven +away; not until the brown head and straw hat +had disappeared behind the clump of willows at +the corner did she stir or move her eyes, then the +happy feet in the bronze slippers tripped up-stairs +to her own chamber. Dinah had left her slate on +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_10'></a>10</span> +a chair, and dropped her algebra on the carpet, at +the sound of Norah’s voice below the window. +</p> +<p> +Tessa was glad to be alone; she was always +glad to be alone after Ralph Towne had left her, to +think over all that he had said, and to feel again +the warm shining of his brown eyes; to thank God +with a few, low, joyful exclamations that He had +brought this friend into her life; and then, as foolish +women will, she must look into her own face +and try to see it as he saw it,—cheeks aglow, tremulous +lips, and such a light in the blue eyes! +</p> +<p> +She did not know that her eyes could look like +that. She had thought them pale, cold, meaningless, +and now they were like no eyes that she had +ever looked into; a dancing, tender, blue delight. +</p> +<p> +Had he read her secret in them? +</p> +<p> +Her enthusiasm with its newness, sweetness, and +freshness,—for it was as fresh as her heart was +pure,—was moulding all her thoughts, strengthening +her desire to become in all things true and +womanly, and making her as blithe all day long +as the birds that twittered in the apple-tree near +her chamber window. +</p> +<p> +It mattered not how her hands were busied so +long as her heart could be full of him. And he, +Ralph Towne, blind and obtuse as any man would +be who lived among books and not in the world at +all, and more than a trifle selfish, as men sometimes +find themselves to be, little thinking of the +effect of his chance visits and fitful attentions, +had in the last two months come to a knowledge +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11'></a>11</span> +that grieved him; for he was an honorable man, he +loved God and reverenced womankind. He had +not time now to think of any thing but the book +for which he was collecting material. It was something +in the natural history line, he had once told +her, but he never cared to speak of it; indeed Ralph +Towne cared to talk but of few things; but she +loved to talk and he loved to listen. He loved to +listen to her, but he did not love her (so he assured +himself), he only loved her presence, as he loved +the sunshine, and he did not love the sunshine +well enough to fret when the day was gloomy; in +these days he did not love any body or any thing +but himself, his books, and his mother. +</p> +<p> +Dunellen said that he was proud of his money +and proud of a great-great-grandmother who had +been cousin to one of the president’s wives; but +Tessa knew that he was not proud of any thing +but his beautiful white-haired mother. +</p> +<p> +Not understanding the signs of love, how could +he know that Tessa Wadsworth was growing to +love <em>him</em>; he had never thought of himself as particularly +worth loving. Surely she knew a dozen +men who were handsomer (if that were what she +cared for), and another dozen who could talk and +tell stories and say pretty things to women (if <em>that</em> +were what attracted her); still he knew to-day that +his presence and light talk (he did not remember +that he had said any thing to be treasured) had +moved her beyond her wont. She was usually +only self-contained and dignified; but to-day there +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_12'></a>12</span> +must have been some adequate cause for her changing +color, for the lighting and deepening of her +eyes as they met his so frankly; he was sure to-day +of what he had only surmised before,—that +this sensitive, high-spirited, pure-hearted woman +loved him as it had never entered his preoccupied +mind or selfish heart to love her or indeed any +human being. +</p> +<p> +“I have been a fool!” he ejaculated. “Well, it is +done, and, with a woman like her, it can not be undone! +Miserable bungler that I am, I have been +trying to make matters better, and I have made +them a thousand times worse! Why did I promise +to call again this week? Why did I give her a +right to ask me? I wish that I had <em>never</em> seen +her! God knows,”—she would never have forgotten +his eyes could she have seen them at this instant, +penitent and self-reproachful,—“that I did +not <em>mean</em> to trifle with her.” +</p> +<p> +Meanwhile, resting in Dinah’s chair, with the +algebra and slate at her feet, she was thinking +over and over the words he had spoken that afternoon; +very few they were, but simple and sincere; +at least so they sounded to her. She smiled as +“I <em>do</em> care very much” repeated itself to her, with +the tone and the raising of the eyes. +</p> +<p> +“Very much!” as much as she did? It was +about a trifle, some little thing that she had put +into rhyme for him; how many rhymes she had +written for him this summer! He so often said, +“Write this up for me,” and she had so intensely +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13'></a>13</span> +enjoyed the doing it, and so intensely enjoyed his +appreciation—his over-appreciation, she always +thought. +</p> +<p> +O, Tessa, Tessa, pick up that algebra, and go +to work with it. Life’s problems are too complex +for your unworldliness. +</p> +<p> +She stooped to pick up Dinah’s slate, and, instead +of finishing the work upon it, she wrote out +rapidly a thought that had tinged her cheeks while +Ralph Towne had been with her. <em>The silent side</em> +she called it. Was it the silent side? If it were, +how was it that he understood? She <em>knew</em> that +he understood; she knew that he had understood +when he answered, “Twice ten, perhaps.” +</p> +<p> +Her mother’s voice below broke in upon her reverie; +fancy, sentiment, or delicate feeling of any +kind died a hard and sudden death under Mrs. +Wadsworth’s influence, yet she read more novels +than did either of her daughters, and would cry +her lovely eyes red and swollen over a story that +Tessa would not deign to skip through. It was +one of her mother’s plaints that Tessa had no +feeling. +</p> +<p> +Ralph Towne did not give the promised “twice +ten” minutes that week, nor for weeks afterward; +she met him several times driving with his mother, +or with his mother and Sue Greyson: her glad, +quick look of recognition was acknowledged by a +lifting of the hat and a “good afternoon, Miss Tessa.” +Once she met him alone with Sue Greyson. +Sue’s saucy, self-congratulatory toss of the head +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14'></a>14</span> +stung her so that she could have cried out. “I +am ashamed”—no, I am not ashamed to tell you +that she cried herself to sleep that night, as she +asked God to bless Ralph Towne and make him +happy and good. She could not have loved Ralph +Towne if she might not have prayed for him. Her +mother would have been inexpressibly shocked at +such a mixture of “love and religion.” +</p> +<p> +“How long have you loved Christ?” asked the +minister, when Tessa was “examined” for admission +to the church. +</p> +<p> +“Ever since I have known Him,” was the timid +reply. +</p> +<p> +And Ralph Towne, in these miserable days, for +he <em>was</em> miserable, as miserable in his fashion as she +was in hers, was blaming her and excusing himself. +What <em>had</em> he ever said to her? Was every +one of a man’s words to be counted? There was +Sue Greyson, why didn’t she turn sentimental about +him? True, he had said one day when they were +talking about friendship—what had he said that +day? Was she remembering that? If she had +studied his words—but of course, she had forgotten! +What had possessed him to say such things? +But how could he look at her and not feel impelled +to say something warm? It could not be his fault; +it must be hers, for leading him on and for remembering +every trivial word. And of that she was +equally sure, for how could he do any man or any +woman wrong, this sincere and honorable Christian +gentleman? +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15'></a>15</span> +</p> +<p> +In her imagination there was no one in a book +or out of a book like Ralph Towne. Gus Hammerton +was a scholar and a gentleman, but she had +known him all her life; Felix Harrison was gracious +and good, but he was not like Ralph Towne. +Ralph Towne was not her ideal, he was something +infinitely better than she could think; how beautiful +it was to find some one nobler and grander than +her ideal! Far away in some wonderful, unknown +region he had grown up and had been made ready +for her, and now he had come to meet her; bewildered +and grateful, she had loved him and believed +in him—almost as if that unknown region +were heaven. +</p> +<p> +It was her wildest dream come true; that is, +it had come true, until lately. Some strange thing +was happening; it was happening and almost breaking +her heart. +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, you look horrid nowadays,” exclaimed +Dinah, one afternoon, as Tessa came up on the +piazza, returning from her usual walk. “You are +white, and purple, and all colors, and you never +sing about the house or talk to me or to any body. +You actually ran away while Mrs. Bird was over +here yesterday, and you don’t even go to see Miss +Jewett! She asked me yesterday if you had gone +away. When Laura was talking to you yesterday, +you looked as if you did not hear one word she +said.” +</p> +<p> +“I was listening.” +</p> +<p> +“And you used to have such fun talking to Gus; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16'></a>16</span> +I believe that you went up-stairs while he was here +last night.” +</p> +<p> +“I had a headache; I excused myself.” +</p> +<p> +“You always go down the road. Why don’t you +go through Dunellen?” +</p> +<p> +“I want to get into the country; I never walk +through a street simply for the pleasure of it. I +like to be alone.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you ever walk as far as Old Place?” +</p> +<p> +“That isn’t far, only three miles; sometimes I +go to Mayfield, that is a mile beyond Old Place.” +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t Old Place splendid? Next to Mr. Gesner’s +it is the handsomest place around.” +</p> +<p> +“It is more home-like than Mr. Gesner’s.” +</p> +<p> +“Sue likes Mr. Gesner’s better. I told her that I +would take Old Place and she could have Mr. Gesner’s. +Mr. Gesner’s is stone; Old Place is all wood. +Do you ever see any of the Townes?” +</p> +<p> +“There are not many to be seen.” +</p> +<p> +“Counting Sue, there are three. Sue thinks that +she is stylish, driving around with Mrs. Towne. +She stayed a week with Miss Gesner once, too. +Why don’t you and I get invited around to such +places? Mrs. Towne ought to invite you. Mr. +Towne used to come here often enough.” +</p> +<p> +“Used to come!” Tessa shivered standing in +the sunlight. “Yes, it was ‘used to come,’” she +was thinking. “I have been dreaming, now I am +awake. I wish that I had died while I was dreaming.” +</p> +<p> +“Now you look pale again! I guess you are growing up,” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17'></a>17</span> +laughed unconscious Dinah; “it’s hateful +and horrid to grow up; I never shall. Remember +that I am always to be fifteen.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope that you never will grow up,” said Tessa, +earnestly, “every thing is just as bad as you can +dream.” +</p> +<p> +“Mr. Towne has given Sue coral ear-rings,” Dinah +ran on. Tessa had gone down to her flower-bed to +pull a few weeds that had pushed themselves in +among her pansies. “He gave his mother several +groups in stone for the dining-room; they are all +funny, Sue says. In one, some children are playing +doctor; in another, they are playing school. He +gave his cousin a silk dress, and he bought himself +a set of books for his birthday; he was thirty-two. +Did you think he was so old?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“I say, Tessa, Sue thinks that she is going to +marry him.” +</p> +<p> +“Does she?” The voice was away down in the +flowers. +</p> +<p> +“You are always among those flowers. Don’t you +wish that we had a conservatory? They have a +grand one at Old Place. I wonder why they have +so little company.” +</p> +<p> +“Mrs. Towne is feeble; she likes a quiet house.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, Sue says that. But Grace Geer, his cousin, +is there! Mrs. Towne is to give Old Place and all +its treasures to Mr. Towne upon his wedding-day; +she wants a daughter more than any thing, Sue +says. I wish she would take me. Sue thinks that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18'></a>18</span> +she will take <em>her</em>. Every other word that she speaks +is ‘Mr. Ralph.’ She talks about him everywhere. +Do <em>you</em> believe it?” +</p> +<p> +“Believe what?” +</p> +<p> +Tessa had returned to the piazza with a bunch +of pansies. +</p> +<p> +“Believe that she will marry him! She has real +pretty manners when she is with them, and really +tries not to talk slang. But I don’t believe it. He +treats her as he would treat any one else; I have +seen them together.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps she will. People say so,” said Tessa. +</p> +<p> +Poor motherless, sisterless Sue! Was she making +a disappointment for herself out of nothing? +Or was it out of a something like hers? +</p> +<p> +It was certainly true that Sue Greyson had taken +a summer tour with Mrs. Towne and Mr. Ralph +Towne, and that she had spent more of her time +during the last year at Old Place than in her own +small, unlovely home. She loved her father “well +enough,” she would have told you; but after the +months at Old Place, she found the cottage in Dunellen +a stale and prosaic affair; her father had old +Aunt Jane to keep house for him, why did he need +her? He would have to do without her some day. +Doctor Lake was great fun, why could he not be +interested in him? +</p> +<p> +“He is a stranger, not my only daughter,” her +father had once replied. +</p> +<p> +“Your father will be glad enough and proud +enough that he let you come to Old Place,” comforted +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19'></a>19</span> +Grace Geer, when Sue told her that he missed +her at home. “Ralph Towne’s wife will be a happy +woman for more reasons than one; and he is interested +in you, as one can see at a glance. He told +his mother to-day that he should always be glad +that they had come to Old Place.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20'></a>20</span><a name='ch2' id='ch2'></a>II.—THE SILENT SIDE.</h2> +<p> +It was nearly six weeks after the day that she +had watched him as far as the clump of willows +that he came again. Sue Greyson had driven him +into Dunellen that morning and had stopped at the +gate on her return to tell her about her “grand +splendid, delightful times” at Old Place. +</p> +<p> +“Cousin Grace has gone away; how we miss her +music! Mr. Ralph did not care for it, but Mrs. +Towne and I cared. Mrs. Towne says that I ought +to have a music teacher; but I never did practice +when I had one. I can’t apply my mind to any +thing; Mr. Ralph says that I learn by observation. +I wonder why wise men choose silly wives always,” +she added consciously, playing with the reins. +</p> +<p> +“Do they?” asked Tessa, picking a lilac leaf from +the shrubbery. +</p> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='i003' id='i003'></a> +<img src="images/illus-020.jpg" alt="“Is not this what we usually call the Indian summer?” said Tessa, as she extended her hand." title=""/><br /> +<span class='caption'>“Is not this what we usually call the Indian summer?”<br/>said Tessa, as she extended her hand.</span> +</div> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21'></a>21</span></div> +<p> +“Cousin Grace says so. I wish I knew what ails +Mr. Ralph. His mother says that he is having a +worry; she always knows when he is having a worry +by his eyes; they do look very melancholy, and last +night I overheard him say to Mrs. Towne, ‘A man +has to keep his eyes pretty wide open not to step +on peoples’ toes.’ I didn’t think much of that, but +he said afterward, ‘A man may do in an hour what +he can’t <em>undo</em> in a lifetime.’ He never talks much, +so I know that something is on his mind, or he would +not have talked so long. She said that he must be +patient and do right.” +</p> +<p> +“Why, Sue, you did not listen!” +</p> +<p> +“Of course not. They were in the library, and +I was on the balcony outside the window. I heard +his voice—he was walking up and down, and, I +confess, I <em>did</em> want to know what it was all about! +I thought that it might be about me, you know. +But I can’t stay here all day; Mrs. Towne is to take +me to spend the day with the Gesners. It is splendid +there. Mr. John Gesner I don’t like, but Mr. +Lewis Gesner treats me so respectfully and talks +to me as if he liked to hear me talk. And Miss +Gesner is loveliness personified! Mr. Towne said +that he had a call to make this afternoon, and +would walk home. He will be up in the four +o’clock train.” +</p> +<p> +“A call to make!” +</p> +<p> +The words were in her ears all day; she dressed +for her walk, then concluded to stay at home. +How could he undo what he had so thoughtlessly, +so mercilessly, done? Would he come and talk to +her as he had talked to his mother? Would he +say, “I am sorry that you have misinterpreted +my words?” Misinterpreted! Did they not both +speak English? Sincere, straightforward, frank +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22'></a>22</span> +English? It was the only language that she +knew. In what tongue had he spoken to her? +</p> +<p> +Her fluttering reverie was brought to a sudden +and giddy end; the sound of a firm tread on the +dried leaves under the maple-trees outside the +gate, a tall figure in plain, elegant black,—the +startled color in her eyes told the rest; she sprang +to her feet, dropped her long, white work, shook +off all outward nervousness, brushed her hair, +fastened a bow of blue ribbon down low on her +braids, questioned her eyes and lips to ascertain if +they were <em>safe</em>, and then passed down the stair-way +with a light, sure tread, and stood on the +piazza to welcome Ralph Towne; her own composed, +womanly self, rather more self-repressed +than usual, and with a slight stateliness that she +had never assumed with him. But he only noted +that she appeared well and radiant; he understood +her no more—than he understood several other +things. Ralph Towne had been called “slow” +from his babyhood. +</p> +<p> +“Is not this what we usually call the Indian +summer? We have not had frost yet, I think,” +she said easily. +</p> +<p> +His dark face crimsoned, he answered briefly, +and dropped her hand. +</p> +<p> +If he had ever prided himself upon his tact, he +was aware that to-day it would be a most miserable +failure. How could he say, “You have misunderstood +me,” when perhaps it was he who had +misunderstood her? He had come to her to-day +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23'></a>23</span> +by sheer force of will, not daring to stay away +longer—and what had he come for? To assure her—perhaps +he did not intend to assure her any +thing; perhaps it was not necessary to assure her +any thing. Not very long ago he <em>had</em> assured +her that he could become to her her “ideal of a +friend,” if she would “show” him how. Poor Tessa! +This showing him how was weary work. +“Yes,” he replied, wheeling a chair nearer the +open window, “the country is beautiful.” +</p> +<p> +That look about her flexible lips was telling its +own story; she was just the woman, he reasoned, +to break her heart about such a fellow as he was. +</p> +<p> +“I have very little time for any thing outside +my work,” he said, running on with his mental +comments. All a man had to do to make himself +a hero was to let a woman like this fall in love +with him. +</p> +<p> +“What have <em>you</em> been doing?” he asked in his +tone of sincere interest. +</p> +<p> +“All my own doings,” she said lightly. “Mr. +Hammerton and I have been writing a criticism +upon a novel and comparing notes, and I have +sewed, as all ladies do, and walked.” +</p> +<p> +“You are an English girl about walking.” +</p> +<p> +“I know every step of the way between Dunellen +and Mayfield. Do <em>you</em> walk?” +</p> +<p> +“No, I drive. My life has a lack. My book is +falling through. I do not find much in life.” +</p> +<p> +“Our best things are nearest to us, close about +our feet,” she answered. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24'></a>24</span> +</p> +<p> +He did not reply. Ralph Towne never replied +unless he chose. +</p> +<p> +He opened his watch; he had been with her +exactly ten minutes. +</p> +<p> +“I have an engagement at six,” he said. +</p> +<p> +The flexible lips stiffened. “Do not let me detain +you.” +</p> +<p> +He was regarding her with a smile in his eyes +that she could not interpret; her graceful head +was thrown back against the mass of fluffy white +upon the chair, the white softening the outlines +of a face that surely needed not softening; the +clear, unshrinking eyes meeting his with all her +truth in them; the blue ribbon at her throat, the +gray cashmere falling around her, touched him +with a sense of fitness; the slight hands clasping +each other in her lap, slight even with their +strength, partly annoyed, partly baffled him. Mr. +Hammerton had told her that she had wilful +hands. +</p> +<p> +Regarding Tessa Wadsworth as regarding some +other things, Ralph Towne thought because he felt; +he could not think any further than he thought +to-day, because he had not felt any further. +</p> +<p> +There was another friend in her life who with +Tessa Wadsworth as with some other things felt +because he thought, and he could not feel any further +than he felt to-day because he had not thought +any further. +</p> +<p> +For the first time since she had known Ralph +Towne, she was wishing that he were like Gus +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25'></a>25</span> +Hammerton. It had never occurred to her before +to wish that he would change. +</p> +<p> +Each smiled under the survey. He was thinking, +“I wish I loved you.” She was thinking, +“You are a dear, big boy; I wish you were more +manly.” +</p> +<p> +“You did not send me the poem you promised.” +</p> +<p> +“You said you would come soon.” +</p> +<p> +“Did you expect me?” +</p> +<p> +“Had I any reason to doubt your word?” +</p> +<p> +“You must not take literally all I say,” he answered +with irritation. +</p> +<p> +“I have learned that. I have studied the world’s +arithmetic, but I do not use it to solve any word +of yours, any more than I have supposed that you +would use it to find the meaning of any problem +you might discover in my attitude towards you.” +</p> +<p> +“It is best not to dig and delve for a meaning, +Miss Tessa; society sanctions many phrases that +you would not speak in sincerity.” +</p> +<p> +“Society!” she repeated in a tone that brought +the color to his forehead. “Is society my law-giver?” +</p> +<p> +It was very pleasant to be loved by a woman like +this woman; he could not understand her, but she +touched him like the perfume of the white rose, or +the note of the thrush. His next words were sincere +and abrupt. “You asked me some time since +to burn the package of poems you have written for +me. If I had done as much for you, would you +destroy them?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26'></a>26</span> +</p> +<p> +A flush, a dropping of the eyes, and a low laugh +answered him. +</p> +<p> +He arose quickly, with a motion of tossing off an +ugly sensation. “I am very much engaged; I do +not know when I can come again. We are going +west for the winter.” +</p> +<p> +She could not lift her eyes, or speak, or catch her +breath. She arose, slowly, as if the movement +were almost too great an effort, and stood leaning +against the tall chair, her fingers fumbling with +the fringe of the tidy; the room had become so +darkened that the white fringe was but a dark +outline of something that she could feel. +</p> +<p> +“Sue Greyson is to accompany my mother; I +shall be much away, and I do not like to leave her +with strangers.” +</p> +<p> +“Sue is pleasant and lively.” She had spoken, +and now she could, not quite clearly yet, but a +glance revealed the blood surging to his forehead, +the veins swollen in his temples, even through the +heavy mustache she discerned the twitching of his +lips. The pain in her heart had opened her eyes +wide. Had he come to make the parting final? +What had she done that he should thus thrust her +away outside of all the interests in his life? Did +he know how she cared, and was he so sorry? Was +he trying to be “patient,” as his mother had advised—patient +with her for taking him at his +word? +</p> +<p> +Dunellen had called her proud; this instant she +was as humble as a child. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27'></a>27</span> +</p> +<p> +Slowly and sorrowfully she said, “Come again—some +time.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” he said, as slowly and as sorrowfully, “I +will.” +</p> +<p> +He was very sorry for this woman who had been +so foolish as to think that his words had meant so +much. +</p> +<p> +She had closed the street door and was on the +first step of the stairs when her mother called to +her from the sitting-room. +</p> +<p> +“What did Sir Dignified Undemonstrative have +to say for himself?” +</p> +<p> +“He does not talk about himself.” +</p> +<p> +“It is your turn to get tea! It is Bridget’s afternoon +out.” +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Wadsworth was a little lady something less +than five feet in height, as slight as a girl of twelve, +and prettier than either of her daughters; with +brown hair, brown eyes, and the sprightliest manner +possible. +</p> +<p> +“Young enough to be Tessa’s sister,” Dunellen +declared. +</p> +<p> +But she was neither sister nor mother as her +elder daughter defined the words. +</p> +<p> +“If you get him, Tessa, you’ll get a catch,” remarked +Mrs. Wadsworth watching the effect of her +words. +</p> +<p> +The first sound of her mother’s voice had brought +her to herself, her self-contained, cautious and, +oftentimes, sarcastic self. +</p> +<p> +“Have you any order about tea?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28'></a>28</span> +</p> +<p> +Her studied respect toward her mother, was +pitiful sometimes. It was hard that she could not +attain somewhat of her ideal of daughterhood. +</p> +<p> +“No, but I want you to do an errand for me after +tea. I forgot to ask Dine to do it on her way from +school.” +</p> +<p> +“Very well,” she assented obediently. +</p> +<p> +She stumbled on the basement stairs, and found +the kitchen so dark that she groped her way to +a chair and sank into it, dropping her head on the +table. She could hear nothing, see nothing, feel +nothing—the whole earth was empty! +</p> +<p> +Where was God? Had He gone, too? +</p> +<p> +Through the open windows floated the sound of +girls’ voices, as Norah and Dinah chatted and +laughed in the garden. But the sound was far +off; the engine whistled and screamed, but the +sound was not in her world; carriages rolled past, +the front gate swung to, her father’s step was on +the piazza over her head, and he was calling, her +dear old father, “Where are you all, my three +girls?” +</p> +<p> +His fulfilled hope was bitterer than all her disappointments +ever could be. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t wonder,” she said with a sob in her +throat, as she arose and pushed her hair back, “I +don’t wonder that he can not love me; but oh, I +wish that he had not told me a lie!” +</p> +<p> +October passed; the days hurried into November; +there was no more leaf-hunting for her, no more +long walks down the beautiful country road, no +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29'></a>29</span> +more tripping up and down stairs with a song or +a hymn on her lips, no more of life, she would +have said, for every thing seemed like death. She +did not die with shame, as at first she was sure +that she would do; she could not run away to the +far end of the earth where she would never again +see his face; where every face would be a new face, +where no voice would speak his name; she could +not dig a hole in the earth and creep into it; she +could not lie down at night and shut her tired eyes, +with both hands under her cheek, as she always +fell asleep, and never awake again, as she would +love best of all to do; she could cry out, but she +could not hear the answer, “Oh, please tell me +when I <em>meant</em> to be so good, why it had to be so +hard.” +</p> +<p> +No; she had to live in a world where people +would laugh at her if they only knew; how she +would shiver and freeze if her mother should once +begin to harp upon the sudden break. She could +not bemoan herself all the time; she was compelled +to live because she had been born, and she was compelled +to thrive and grow cheery; there were even +moments when she forgot to be ashamed, for her +mother’s winter cough set in with the cold winds, +and beside being nurse, she was in reality the head +of the small household. Dinah was preparing to +be graduated in the summer and was no help at +all; instead, an hour or two every evening Tessa was +asked to study with her, for she did not love study +and was not quick like her sister. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30'></a>30</span> +</p> +<p> +And then she had her own special work to do, for +she was a scribbler in prose and rhyme; the half +dozen weeklies that came to the house contained +more than once or twice during the year sprightly +or pathetic articles under the initials T. L. W. +</p> +<p> +But few knew of this her “literary streak,” as her +mother styled it, for she dreaded any publicity. +</p> +<p> +Miss Jewett, her father, and Mr. Hammerton were +her sole encouragers and advisers; Mr. Towne was +not aware that she dipped her pen in ink for any +one’s pleasure but his own. Beside this work there +were friends to entertain, half the girldom in Dunellen +were her friends or had been at some time. +</p> +<p> +Ralph Towne often wondered how she was “taking” +it; he could have found no sign of it in her +face or in her life. Her father feared that she was +being overworked. Mr. Hammerton’s short-sighted +eyes noticed a shadow flit across her eyes, sometimes, +when she was talking to him, and said to +himself, “I see her often; I see a change that is not +a change; there is something happening that no +one knows.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31'></a>31</span><a name='ch3' id='ch3'></a>III.—THE LAST NIGHT OF THE OLD YEAR.</h2> +<p> +All her life she had longed for personal beauty; +she loved every beautiful thing and she wanted to +love her own face. It was Ralph Towne’s perfect +face that had drawn her to him, his voice, and his +eyes, like the woods in October. +</p> +<p> +She had studied her face times enough by lamplight +and sunlight to know it thoroughly, but she +could not discover the sweetness that Miss Jewett +saw, or the intelligence that delighted her father; +she could find without much searching the freckles +on her nose, the shortness of her upper lip, the two +slight marks that infantile chicken-pox had dented +into her forehead, the upward tendency of her nose, +and the dimple that was only half a dimple in her +chin. +</p> +<p> +She was as pretty and as homely as any of the +fair, blue-eyed girls in Dunellen or elsewhere: with +lips that shaped themselves with every passing feeling; +with eyes that could grow so bright and dark +that one could forget how bright they were; with +the palest of chestnut hair, worn high or low, as +the little world of Dunellen demanded; with hands +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32'></a>32</span> +slight and characteristic; a figure neither tall nor +slender, but perfectly proportioned, rounded and +graceful; arrayed as neatly and becomingly as she +could be on her limited allowance, usually in plain +colors, often in black of a soft texture with a ribbon +of some pale tint at her throat and among her braids. +A stranger might have taken her for any one of the +twenty-three girls in Miss Jewett’s Bible class; that +is any one of the blue-eyed ones who wore gray +vails and gray walking suits. +</p> +<p> +But you and I know better. +</p> +<p> +With her self-depreciation she was one thing that +she was not likely to guess—the prettiest talker in +the world. +</p> +<p> +Felix Harrison had told Miss Jewett so years +ago. +</p> +<p> +“I haven’t any accomplishments,” she often +sighed. +</p> +<p> +“You do not need any,” Mr. Hammerton had +once said. +</p> +<p> +One morning in December she chanced upon a +bundle of old letters in one of Dinah’s drawers, +they were written during the winter that she had +spent in the city two years ago. +</p> +<p> +She drew one from its envelope; it was dated +December 22, just two years ago to-day; she ran +through it eagerly. How often she had remembered +that day as an era; the beginning of the best +things in her uneventful life! The second perusal +was more slow. “I have seen somebody new; he +is a friend of Aunt Dinah’s, or his mother is, or +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33'></a>33</span> +was. Don’t you remember that handsome house +near Mayfield, just above Laura’s? When they +were building it, Laura and I used to speculate as +to whom it belonged, and wonder if it would make +any difference to us. She said she would marry +the son (for of course there would be a handsome +and learned son) and that I should come to live +with her forever; and Felix said that he would +buy it for me, some day; you and I used to play +that we owned it but that we preferred to live +nearer Dunellen and had left it in charge of our +housekeeper! How often when the former owner +was in Europe, I have stood outside the gates and +peered in and planned how happy we would all +be there. Father should rest and read, and enjoy +all the beautiful walks and the woods and the +streams in the meadow with the rustic bridge, and +mother should have a coach and four, and you and +Gus and I would have it all. +</p> +<p> +“All this preamble is to introduce the fact that +the somebody new is the owner of Old Place. Isn’t +that an odd name? I don’t like it; I should call it +Maplewood; in the autumn it is nothing but one +glory of maple. His mother named it and they +have become accustomed to its queerness. His +mother is wintering with a relative, an invalid, I +believe; I think that she has taken the invalid to +Florida and the son (the father died long ago) has +come to spend the winter in the city. They say +he is wise and learned (I do not see any evidence +of it, however), but he certainly is a veritable Tawwo +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34'></a>34</span> +Chikwo, the beauty of the world. Get out my old +Lavengro and read about him. +</p> +<p> +“He is almost as dark as a gypsy, too, his eyes are +the brownest and sunniest. I never saw such eyes +(a sunbeam was lost one day and crept into his eyes +for a home), his hair, beard, and mustache are as +brown as his eyes; as brown, but not at all bright. +</p> +<p> +“He looks like a big boy, but Aunt Dinah says +that he is in the neighborhood of thirty; his life +has left no trace in his face, or perhaps all that +brown hair covers the traces of discipline. His +manner is gentleness and dignity united. But he +can’t talk. Or perhaps he won’t. +</p> +<p> +“His replies (he ventures nothing else) are simple, +good, kind, and above all, <em>sincere</em>. I have a feeling +that I shall believe every word he says. That is +something new for me, too. He doesn’t think +much of me. He likes to hear me talk though; I +have made several bright remarks for the pleasure +of the sunbeam in his eyes. +</p> +<p> +“If I were his mother I should be sorry to do or +say any thing to frighten it away. +</p> +<p> +“I know that he has never been in love; he +could not be such a dear, grave, humorous, gentle, +dignified, stupid big boy if some girl had shaken +him up. +</p> +<p> +“If he were the talker that Gus Hammerton is, I +should go into raptures over him. He is a doctor, +too, but he has not begun practice; he has been +travelling with his mother. Is it not lovely to be +rich enough to do just what you like? +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35'></a>35</span> +</p> +<p> +“Tell Gus that I will answer his letter sometime; +you may let him read this if you like.” +</p> +<p> +This letter she tore into atoms; she glanced over +the others to find Ralph Towne’s name; not once +did she find it. +</p> +<p> +“I will do something to commemorate this anniversary,” +she thought. “I will drop his photograph +into the fire, and tear the fly-leaf out of the +Mrs. Browning he gave me.” +</p> +<p> +Her name and his initials were all that was +written in the book; very carefully she cut out +the entire page. +</p> +<p> +“Why, child! have you seen a ghost?” her +mother exclaimed, meeting her in the hall. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, but it was only a ghost; there was nothing +real about it.” +</p> +<p> +That afternoon, having some sewing to do for +her father, she betook herself to the chilliness of +the parlor grate; her mother was in a fault-find +frame of mind and Tessa’s nerves were ready to be +set on edge at the least provocation. +</p> +<p> +That parlor! She would have wept over its +shabbiness had she ever been able to find tears for +such purposes. Wheeling an arm-chair near enough +to the grate to be made comfortable by all the heat +there was, she placed her feet on the fender and +folded her hands over the work in her lap. It was +a raw day, the sky over Mr. Bird’s house was unsympathetic, +the bare branches in the apple orchard +stretched out in all directions stiff and dry +as if they were never to become green again; the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36'></a>36</span> +outlook was not cheering, the inlook was little +more so; but how could she wish for any thing +more than her father was able to give his three +dear girls! +</p> +<p> +This room had seemed pretty to her in the summer +when the windows were open and she could +have flowers everywhere; Ralph Towne always +spoke of her flowers, and he had more than once +leaned back in that worn green arm-chair opposite +hers, as if that stiff, low room were the place of all +places that he loved to be in. In dreary contrast +with his own home, how poor and tasteless this +home must be! How the carpet must stare up at +him with its bunches of flowers and leaves upon +its faded gray ground; how plain the white shades +must appear after curtains of real lace; how worn +and yellowish the green rep of the black-walnut +furniture; how few the books in the small bookcase; +and the photographs and engravings upon +the walls, how they must shock him! How meagre +and coarse her dress must be to him after his mother’s +rich attire! +</p> +<p> +She despised herself for pitying herself! +</p> +<p> +Sue Greyson said that Old Place was fairy-land, +but in her catalogue of its attractions she had omitted +the spacious library; his “den,” Mr. Towne +called it. In Tessa’s imagination he was ever in +that room buried among its treasures. +</p> +<p> +Was her photograph in that room? What had +he done with it? Where was he keeping it? How +he had coaxed for it! She had had it taken unwillingly; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37'></a>37</span> +it was altogether too much like giving herself +away; but when she could refuse no longer she +had given it to him. A vignette with all herself +in it; too much of herself for him to understand; +what would he do with it now? Burn it, perhaps, +as she had burned his; but he would not be burning +a ghost, it was her own self, that he had thrown +away. +</p> +<p> +“I should have despised myself forever if I had +not believed in him and been true,” she reasoned. +“I would rather trust in a lie than not believe the +truth. And how could I know that he was not +true!” +</p> +<p> +She took up her work and began to sew, her reverie +running on and running away with her; an +ottoman stood near her, she had laid needlework +and scissors upon it: how many associations there +were clustering around it! It was an ugly looking +thing, too; her mother had worked the cover one +winter years ago when she was kept in by a cough; +the wreath of roses was so unlike roses, and the +parrot that was poised in the centre of the wreath, +on a brown twig, was so ungainly! One night—how +long ago it was—before she had ever seen +Ralph Towne, Felix Harrison had been seated upon +it while he told her with such a warm, shy glance +that he never slept without praying for her. And +Ralph Towne had scattered his photographs over it, +and asked her to choose from among them, saying, +“I should not have had them taken but for you.” +</p> +<p> +The ugly old parrot was dear after all. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38'></a>38</span> +</p> +<p> +“I wonder,” she soliloquized, taking slow stitches, +“if having lost faith in a person, it can ever be +brought back again? If he should come and say +that he has been wrong—” +</p> +<p> +The gate clicked, in an instant she was on her +feet, <em>had</em> he come to confess himself in the wrong? +Oh, how she would forgive and forget! And trust +him? +</p> +<p> +The tall thin figure had a stoop in its shoulders, +Ralph Towne was erect; the overcoat was carelessly +worn, revealing a threadbare vest and loose black +necktie; it was only Dr. Lake, Dr. Greyson’s new +partner. +</p> +<p> +She had been drawn to him the first moment +of their meeting. As soon as he had left after his +first call, she had said to Dinah: “I never felt so +towards any one before; I shall be so sorry for him +to go away where I can not follow him; I want to +put my arms around him and coax him to be good.” +</p> +<p> +“How do you know that he isn’t good?” +</p> +<p> +“I do know it. I do not know how I know. He +hasn’t any ‘women folks’ either. He is as sensitive +to every change in one’s voice as the thermometer +is to changes in the atmosphere. I never saw any +one like him before. When I make a collection of +curiosities I find in Human Nature, I shall certainly +take him for one of the rarest and most interesting. +It would not take two minutes to convert him from +the inquisitor to the martyr at the stake. I feel +as if he were a little child crying with a thorn in +his finger, and he had no mother to take it out.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39'></a>39</span> +</p> +<p> +“He was only here fifteen minutes and he was as +full of fun as he could be; he ran down the piazza, +and he whistled while he was unhitching his horse, +and began to sing as he drove off. Oh, you are so +funny! you hear a man talk slang—he is equal to +Sue Greyson for that—ask mother about her cough, +tell a funny story, and then think his heart is +breaking with a thorn in his finger.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa would not laugh. “I want him to stay; +I don’t want ever to lose him.” +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t he ugly? Such a tall, square forehead. +Did you ever see such a forehead?” +</p> +<p> +“My first thought of him was, ‘oh, how homely +you are.’” +</p> +<p> +But that first thought never recurred; she was +too much attracted by his rapid, easy utterance +and sensitive voice to remember his plain face and +careless attire. +</p> +<p> +She resumed her sewing with a new train of +thought and had forgotten Dr. Lake’s entrance, +when Bridget came to the door with a request +from Mrs Wadsworth; opening the door of the +sitting-room, she found her mother leaning back +in her sewing chair with a plaintive and childish +expression, and Dr. Lake playing with her spools +of silk, sitting in a careless attitude of perfect +grace at her side. Tessa was sorry to have the +picture spoiled by his rising to greet her. +</p> +<p> +“Ralph Towne, M.D.,” he was replying, “he was +born with a gold spoon in his pretty mouth! It +would have been better for him if it had been +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40'></a>40</span> +silver-plated like mine. Quit? He’s a mummy, a +cloister, a tomb! I do not quarrel with any man’s +calling,” he continued, winding the black silk +around his fingers, “circumstances have made me +a physician. Calling! It means something only +when circumstances have nothing to do with it.” +</p> +<p> +“Read the lives of the world’s best workers,” +said Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“A glass of water, an empty glass, and a spoon, +if you please, Miss Tessa. Do you remember—I +have forgotten his name—but I assure you that I +am not concocting the story—he rose to eminence +in the medical profession, several rounds higher +in the ladder of fame than I expect to climb—and +his mind was drawn towards medicine when he +was a youngster by the display of gold lace that +his father’s physician flung into the eyes of the +world. Gold lace made that boy a famous doctor.” +Tessa brought the glasses and the water; +in a leisurely manner he counted a certain number +of spoonfuls of water into the empty glass. “I’m +a commonplace fellow! I’m not one of the +world’s workers! Neither is Ralph Towne! To +have an easy life and not do <em>much</em> harm is the +most I hope for in this world; as for the next, +who knows anything about that? I say, ‘Your +tongue, please,’ and drop medicine and make +powders all day long for my bread and butter. I +have no faith in medicine.” +</p> +<p> +“Then you are an impostor! You shall never +see even the tip of my tongue.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41'></a>41</span> +</p> +<p> +He laughed as if it were such fun to laugh. +</p> +<p> +“What is medicine to you?” he asked after +counting forty drops from a vial into the water. +“A woman in a crowd once touched the border of +a certain garment and through faith was healed; +so I take the thing that He has ordained for healing, +all created things are His garment; through +His garment I come nearer to Him and am healed.” +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Wadsworth looked annoyed. “So I may +take cream instead of cod liver oil, doctor.” +</p> +<p> +“If you prefer it,” he answered carelessly. “Miss +Tessa, you are a Mystic.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa liked to watch the motion of his fingers; +his hands were small, shapely, and every movement +of them struck her as an apt quotation. She +was learning as much of himself from his hands +as from his face. +</p> +<p> +“Now I must go and scold Felix Harrison,” he +said rising. “A teaspoonful in a wineglass of +water three times a day, Mrs. Wadsworth! He +had an attack last night and cheated me out of +my dreams. Do you know him, Mystic? If he +do not leave off brain work he will make a fool +of himself. A gold spoon would not have hurt +him.” +</p> +<p> +He turned suddenly facing Tessa as they stood +alone in the hall; he was seriousness itself now; a +look of care had settled over his features. He was +not a “big boy,” he was a man, undisciplined, it +is true, but a man to whom life meant many disappointments +and hard work. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42'></a>42</span> +</p> +<p> +“What is the matter with you? Do you ever +go to sleep? If you do not give up thinking and +take to nonsense and novels, I shall be called to +take you through a nervous fever. Mind, I am +in earnest. Don’t spend too much time in washing +the disciples’ feet either; it is very charming to +be St. Theresa, but you are not strong enough.” +</p> +<p> +“Thank you. I am well. Is Sue at home?” +</p> +<p> +“No, she stays at Old Place until her knight +departs. He had better go soon or I shall meet +him in the woods. Alone. At midnight. What +is he trifling with her for? Does he intend to +marry her?” +</p> +<p> +Was this his thorn? Could he love a shallow +girl like Sue Greyson? +</p> +<p> +“Ought we to talk about her?” she asked +gently. +</p> +<p> +“You are her friend. You are older than she +is. She will not listen to me. Her father takes +no more care of her than he does of you.” +</p> +<p> +“She has not cared for me lately.” +</p> +<p> +“She does care for you. You must pull her +through this. Towne made a fool of a girl I know—she +is married, though; it didn’t smash her affections +very deep; married rich, too. But it will +be a pity for Sue to have a heartache all for nix; +she is a guileless piece; I would be sorry for her to +have a disappointment.” +</p> +<p> +“Motherless children are always taken care of,” +she answered trying to speak lightly. +</p> +<p> +In the twilight she sat alone at the parlor grate; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43'></a>43</span> +it was beginning to rain; through the mist the +lights in kitchen and parlor opposite were gleaming; +Dinah and Bridget were laughing in the +basement; a quick, hard cough, then her father’s +voice in a concerned tone sounded through the +stillness. +</p> +<p> +Why was she feeling lonely and as if her heart +would break, unless somebody should come, or unless +somebody gave her something, or unless something +happened? In story-books, when one was +in such a mood, in a misty twilight something +always happened. +</p> +<p> +Why were there not such strong helpers in her +life as women in books always found? Compared +with the grand, good, winning lover in books, what +were the men she knew? Why, Dr. Lake was frivolous, +Felix Harrison weak, Gus Hammerton practical +and pedantic, and Mr. Towne heartless and +stupid! +</p> +<p> +“Gus is here,” said Dinah, her head appearing +at the door, “and he has brought you a book! +But I’m going to read it first.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, I’ll come,” she answered. But she did +not go for half an hour; Mr. Hammerton took the +new book to her immediately and talked to her +until her pale cheeks were in a glow. +</p> +<p> +The last day of the year, what a day it was! +</p> +<p> +It was like a mellow day in October; in the +afternoon Tessa found herself wandering through +Mayfield; as she sauntered past the school-house a +voice arrested her, one of the voices that she knew +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44'></a>44</span> +best in the world. She stood near the entrance +listening. +</p> +<p> +That thrilling pathetic voice; it had never touched +her as it touched her to-day. +</p> +<p> + “Old year, you shall not die;<br /> + We did so laugh and cry with you,<br /> + I’ve half a mind to die with you,<br /> + Old year, if you must die.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +She stood but a moment, the voice read on, but +she did not care to listen; she went on at a slow +pace, enjoying each step of the way past the barren +fields lying warm and brown in the sunlight, +past the farm-houses, past the low-eaved homestead +of the Harrisons, past the iron gates of the +Old Place with the voice in her ears and the sigh +for the old year in her heart. She almost wished +that she could love Felix Harrison; she had refused +him five times since her seventeenth birthday and +in May she would be twenty-five! He had said +that he would never ask her again. Why should +she wish for any change to come into her life? +If she might always live in the present, she would +be content; she had her father and mother and +Dine and Gus; her world was broad enough. +</p> +<p> +The sound of wheels had been pursuing her; +a sudden stoppage, then another voice that she +knew called to her, “Miss Tessa, will you ride +with me?” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps you are not going my way,” she said +lightly. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45'></a>45</span> +</p> +<p> +“I am going to Dunellen.” He answered her +words only. +</p> +<p> +As soon as they were seated in the carriage, she +said very gravely, “I wrote you a letter last night, +but I burned it this morning.” +</p> +<p> +“I am sorry for that.” +</p> +<p> +The words came out with a gasp and a jerk; she +did not know that words <em>could</em> choke like that, but +she was glad as soon as she had spoken. “Mr. +Towne, are you engaged to Sue Greyson?” +</p> +<p> +“Engaged! And to Sue Greyson!” +</p> +<p> +“I did not ask to be saucy—I did not believe +it—but don’t be heartless—don’t be cruel—don’t be +stupid, do think about her, and don’t let her die of +shame.” +</p> +<p> +“Excuse me, Miss Tessa. Why should you talk +to me about Sue Greyson?” +</p> +<p> +“I knew that you would not understand.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps you can explain.” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t explain; you ought to know.” +</p> +<p> +“What ought I to know?” he queried, looking +down at her with the sunshine in his eyes. +</p> +<p> +“It seems mean in me to tell you such a thing, +but I do not know of any other way for your sake +and hers. I would do any thing to keep you from +doing a heartless thing.”—Another heartless thing, +she almost said.—“I would do any thing for Sue, +as I would for Dine if <em>she</em> had been led into trusting +in a lie.” +</p> +<p> +His face became perplexed, uncomprehending. +</p> +<p> +“Are you trying to tell me that Sue Greyson +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46'></a>46</span> +thinks that I am intending to marry her and that +I have given her an occasion to believe it? You +are warning me against trifling with Sue?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“How do you know that she thinks so?” +</p> +<p> +“Nonsense! How do I know any thing?” +</p> +<p> +“I should as soon have thought—” he ended +with a laugh. +</p> +<p> +“A woman’s heart is not made of grains of sand +to be blown hither and thither by a man’s breath,” +she said very earnestly. +</p> +<p> +“Miss Tessa, you accuse me wrongfully. I have +been kind to Sue—I have intended to be kind. +Her life at home is too quiet for her, she has few +friends and no education; you call me heartless. +I thought that I was most brotherly and thoughtful.” +</p> +<p> +His sincerity almost reassured her. Had she +misjudged him? +</p> +<p> +“I beg your pardon,” she said, after an uncomfortable +pause. “I did not know that Old Place +was a monastery and that you were a monk. If +you are speaking sincerely, you are the most stupid +human being that ever breathed; if you are not +sincere, you are too wily for me to understand.” +</p> +<p> +The color rose to his forehead, but he was silent. +</p> +<p> +“Mr. Towne! Excuse me. I am apt to speak +too strongly; but I care so much for Sue. She is +only a child in her experiences; she has no fore-thought, +she trusts every body, and she thinks that +you are so good and wonderful. She does not understand +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47'></a>47</span> +any thing but sincerity. Will you think +about her?” +</p> +<p> +“I will.” +</p> +<p> +She was almost frightened, was he angry? +</p> +<p> +“Are you angry with me?” she asked, laying +her hand on his arm. “You can not misinterpret +me; I don’t want Sue to be hurt, and I do not +want you to be capable of hurting her.” +</p> +<p> +“I understand you, Miss Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +He spoke gently; her heart was at rest again. +</p> +<p> +“You say that you can not understand whether +I am wily or sincere?” +</p> +<p> +“I can not understand.” +</p> +<p> +“Neither can I. But I <em>think</em> that I am sincere!” +</p> +<p> +“And please be careful how you change your attitude +towards her; you are unconventional enough +to refuse a woman upon the slightest pretext. I +know that you will say ‘I regret exceedingly, Miss +Sue, that you have misinterpreted my friendly attentions.’” +</p> +<p> +“I would like to; I think many things that I do +not speak, Miss Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +“Your head and heart would echo a perpetual +silence if you did not,” she laughed. “The Sphinx +is a chatterbox compared to you.” +</p> +<p> +As they drove up under the maple-trees before +the low iron gate, he said, “Has this year been a +happy year to you? Do you sleep well?” +</p> +<p> +“Wouldn’t you like to look at my tongue and feel +my pulse?” she returned in her lightest tone. +</p> +<p> +“Will you not answer me?” he asked gravely. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48'></a>48</span> +</p> +<p> +“This year has been the best year of my life.” +</p> +<p> +“So has it been my best year. This winter I +shall decide several things pertaining to my future; +it is my plan to practice for awhile—and +not marry!” +</p> +<p> +Were those last words for her? Discomfited and +wounded—oh, how wounded!—her lips refused to +speak. +</p> +<p> +“Good-by,” she said, just touching his hand. +</p> +<p> +He turned as he was driving off and lifted his +hat, the sunshine of his eyes fell full upon her; her +smile was but a pitiful effort; what right had he to +say such a thing to her? +</p> +<p> +“I hope,” she said, as she walked up the path, +“that I shall never see you again.” +</p> +<p> +“I wish that I had never seen her,” he ejaculated, +touching his horse with the whip. +</p> +<p> +And thus a part of the old year died and was +buried. +</p> +<p> +Shaking with cold, not daring to go away by herself, +she irresolutely turned the knob of the sitting-room +door; her face, she was aware, was not in a +state to be taken before her mother’s critical eyes; +but her heart was so crushed, she pitied herself +with such infinite compassion, that she longed for +some one to speak to her kindly, to touch her as if +they loved her; any thing to take some of the aching +away from that place in her heart where the +tears were frozen. +</p> +<p> +When she needed any mothering she gave it to +herself; with her arms around her shivering, shrinking +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49'></a>49</span> +self, she was beseeching, “Be brave; it’s almost +over.” +</p> +<p> +In the old days, the impulsive little Tessa had +always chided herself; the sensitive little Tessa had +always comforted herself; the truthful, eager, castle-building +little Tessa had always been her own refuge, +shield, adviser, and best comforter. +</p> +<p> +With more bosom friends than she knew how to +have confidences with, with more admiring girl +friends than she could find a place for, with more +hearts open to her than to any one girl at school, +Tessa the child, Tessa the maiden, and Tessa the +woman had always lived within herself, leaned +upon herself. +</p> +<p> +Mr. Hammerton said that she was a confutation +of the oak and vine theory, that he had stood and +stood to be entwined about, but that she would +never entwine. +</p> +<p> +In this moment, standing at the door, with her +hand upon the knob, a ray of comfort shone into +her heart and nestled there like a gleam of sunlight +peering through an opening in an under-growth, +and the ray of comfort was, that, perhaps +Gus Hammerton would come to-night and talk to +her in his kindly, practical, unsentimental fashion, +sympathizing with her unspoken thoughts, and +tender towards the feelings of whose existence he +was unaware. +</p> +<p> +Perhaps—but of late, did she fancy, or was it +true? that he was rather shy with her, and dropped +into the chair nearest to Dinah. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50'></a>50</span> +</p> +<p> +Well! she could be alone by and by and go to +sleep! +</p> +<p> +So relentless was she, in that instant toward +Ralph Towne that it would have been absolute +relief could she have looked into his dead face: to +see the cold lids shut down fast over the sunshiny +eyes, to know that the stiff lips could never open +to speak meaningless words, to touch his head and +feel assured that, warm and soft, his fingers could +never hold hers again. +</p> +<p> +“Why, Tessa, you look frozen to death,” exclaimed +her mother. “How far did you go and +where did you meet Mr. Towne?” +</p> +<p> +“I went to Mayfield,” she closed the door and +moved towards the gay little figure reading “The +Story of Elizabeth” upon the lounge. “Mr. Towne +overtook me after I had passed Old Place.” +</p> +<p> +“O, Tessa,” cried Dinah, dropping her book, “Dr. +Lake was here. What a pity you were out! He +asked where ‘Mystic’ was. I made a list on the +cover of my book of the things that he talked about. +Just hear them. One ought to understand short-hand +to keep up with him. Now listen.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa stood and listened. +</p> +<p> + “‘The Valley of the Dog,<br /> + “‘The Car of Juggernaut,<br /> + “‘Insanity,<br /> + “‘Intemperance,<br /> + “‘Tobacco,<br /> + “‘Slavery,<br /> + “‘Church and State,<br /> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51'></a>51</span> + “‘Conceit,<br /> + “‘Surgery,<br /> + “‘The English Government,<br /> + “‘Marriage,<br /> + “‘Flirtations,<br /> + “‘Ladies as Physicians,<br /> + “‘The Wicked World,<br /> + “‘A Quotation from Scott.’<br /> +</p> +<p> +“And that isn’t half. I began to grow interested +there, and forgot to write.” +</p> +<p> +“Where did the professional call come in?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, that doesn’t take a second. He watches his +patient while he talks! Oh, and he told two hospital +stories, a story of his school life, and about +being lost in the woods, and about a camp-meeting! +He is from Mississippi. Your Mr. Towne couldn’t +say so much in ten years.” +</p> +<p> +“He says that the disease in my lungs is not +progressive, but that I should protect my health! I +ought to spend every winter in the West Indies or +in the south of Europe! South of Europe, indeed! +On your father’s business! Now if I had married +John Gesner I might have spent my winters in any +part of the civilized world.” +</p> +<p> +“Would you have taken us?” asked Dinah. +</p> +<p> +“The future is veiled from us mercifully.” +</p> +<p> +Dinah laughed. “Mother, you forget about love.” +</p> +<p> +“<em>Love!</em>” exclaimed Mrs. Wadsworth scornfully, +“I should like to know what love is.” +</p> +<p> +“Father knows,” said Dinah. “Have you read +‘Elizabeth,’ Tessa?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52'></a>52</span> +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“I’d <em>die</em> before I’d act as she did, wouldn’t you? +I’d die before I’d let any body know that I cared +for him more than he cared for me, wouldn’t you?” +</p> +<p> +“It isn’t so easy to die.” +</p> +<p> +“Did Mr. Towne speak of Sue Greyson?” inquired +Mrs. Wadsworth. +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“What did he say?” +</p> +<p> +“Nothing—much?” +</p> +<p> +“He must have said something. Couldn’t you +judge of his feelings towards her?” +</p> +<p> +“I am not a detective.” +</p> +<p> +“H’m,” ejaculated Mrs. Wadsworth, glancing up +at the uneasy lips, “if he can’t talk or sing, he can +say something.” +</p> +<p> +“Possibly.” +</p> +<p> +Standing alone at one of the windows in her +chamber, she watched the sun go down the last +night of the old year. +</p> +<p> +In her young indignation, she had called Ralph +Towne some harsh names; while under the fascination +of his presence, she had thought that she +did not blame him for any thing; but standing +alone with the happy, false old year behind her, +and the new, empty year opening its door into nowhere, +she cried, with a voiceless cry: “You are +not true; you are not sincere; you are shallow and +selfish.” +</p> +<p> +At this moment, watching the same sunset, for +he had an appreciation of pretty things, he was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53'></a>53</span> +driving homeward almost as nerve-shaken as Tessa +herself; according to his measure, he was regretting +that these two trusting women were suffering because +of his—he did not call it selfishness—he had +been merely thoughtless. +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s heart could kindle and glow and burn itself +out into white ashes before his would feel the +first tremor of heat; she had prided herself upon +being a student of human nature, but this man in +his selfishness, his slowness, his simplicity, had baffled +her. +</p> +<p> +How could she be a student of human nature if +she understood nothing but truth? +</p> +<p> +She was in a bitter mood to-night, not sparing +Ralph Towne as she would not have spared herself. +The crimson and gold faded! the gray shut down +over her world: “How alone I shall be to live in a +year without him!” +</p> +<p> +“O, Tessa! Tessa!” cried Dinah, running up-stairs, +“here’s Gus, and he has brought us something good +and funny I know, for he’s so provokingly cool.” +</p> +<p> +How could she think thoughts about the old year +and the sunset with this practical friend down-stairs +and a mysterious package that must mean books! +She had expected to cry herself to sleep; instead +she read Dickens with Mr. Hammerton until the +new year was upon them. +</p> +<p> +“Gus,” she said severely, with the volumes of +Dickens piled in her arms up to her chin, “if I +become matter-of-fact, practical, and commonplace +there will be no one in the world to thank but you. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54'></a>54</span> +I had a poem at my finger tips about the old year +that would have forever shattered the fame of Tennyson +and Longfellow.” +</p> +<p> +“As we have lost it, we’ll be content with them,” +he said. “Drop your books and let us read them.” +</p> +<p> +Before the dawn she was dreaming and weeping +in her sleep, for a voice was repeating, not the +voice in the school-house, nor the voice that had +read Longfellow, but the voice that had spoken +the cold good-by at the gate: +</p> +<p> + “The leaves are falling, falling,<br /> + Solemnly and slow;<br /> + Caw! Caw! the rooks are calling,<br /> + It is a sound of woe,<br /> + A sound of woe!”<br /> +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55'></a>55</span><a name='ch4' id='ch4'></a>IV.—SOMEBODY NEW.</h2> +<p> +There was the faintest streak of sunshine on the +dying verbenas in her garden; the dead leaves, +twigs, and sprays looked as if some one who did +not care had trampled on them. She was glad +that the plants were in, that there was a warm +place for them somewhere. +</p> +<p> +The school children were jostling against each +other on the planks, on the opposite side of the +street, laughing and shouting. Nellie Bird was +provokingly chanting: +</p> +<p> + “Freddie’s mad,<br /> + And I am glad,<br /> + And I know what will please him.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +and there were two little girls in red riding hoods, +plaid cloaks, and gay stockings, skipping along +with their hands joined. It was a hard world for +little girls to grow up in. She had run along the +planks from school once, not so very long ago, +swinging her lunch-basket and teasing Felix Harrison +just as at this minute Nellie Bird was teasing +Freddie Stone. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56'></a>56</span> +</p> +<p> +Her needle was taking exquisite stitches; Dinah +liked white aprons for school wear, and this was +the last of the dainty half-dozen. Her mother’s +voice and step broke in upon her reverie. +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, I wouldn’t have believed it, but six of +my cans of tomatoes have all sizzled up! Not one +was last year, though. Mrs. Bird never has such +good luck with hers as we have with ours.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s too bad. But we have so many that we +sha’n’t miss them.” +</p> +<p> +“That isn’t the question. I remember how my +side ached that day. Bridget was so stupid and +you and Dine had gone up to West Point with +Gus; he always is coming and taking you and +Dine off somewhere! You are not attending to a +word I say.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I am; I am thinking how you took us all +three to look at your cans of tomatoes.” +</p> +<p> +“But you don’t care about the tomatoes. You +never do take an interest in house-work. I would +rather have Sue Greyson’s skin stuffed with straw +than to have you around the house. And <em>she</em> is +going to marry Ralph Towne: she passed with +him this morning; they were in the phaeton with +that pair of little grays! And Sue was driving! +I believe that you have taken cold in some way, +you must see the doctor the next time he comes; +your face is the color of chalk, and your eyes are +as big as saucers with dark rims under them! You +sat here writing altogether too late last night.” +</p> +<p> +“It was only eleven when I went up-stairs.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57'></a>57</span> +</p> +<p> +“That was just an hour too late. What good +does your writing do you or any body, I’d like to +know.” +</p> +<p> +“It is rather too early in my life to judge.” +</p> +<p> +“Your father spoils you about writing; I suppose +that he thinks you are a feather in <em>his</em> cap; I tell +him that you are none of my bringing up.” +</p> +<p> +“I am not ‘up’ yet, perhaps.” +</p> +<p> +“You may as well drop that work and take a run +into Dunellen; the air will do you good. You had +color enough in the summer. I want a spool of red +silk, two pieces of crimson dress braid, and a spool of +fifty cotton. Don’t get scarlet braid, I want crimson; +and run into the library and get me something +exciting; you might have known better than to +bring me that volume of essays!” +</p> +<p> +She folded the apron and laid it on the pile in the +willow work-basket, wrapped herself in a bright +shawl, covered her braids with a brown velvet hat, +and started for her walk, drawing on her gloves as +she went down the path. +</p> +<p> +Her mother stood at the window watching her. +“She is too deep for me,” she soliloquized; “there is +more in her than I shall ever make out. She is so +full of nonsense that I expect she has refused Ralph +Towne, and what for, I can’t see—there’s no one else +in the way.” +</p> +<p> +In Tessa’s pocket was a long and wide envelope +containing the article that she had sat up last night +to write; the lessons gathered from her old year she +had told in her simple, quaint, forcible style. The +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58'></a>58</span> +title was as simple as the article: “Making Mistakes.” +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, you are not brilliant,” Miss Jewett had +once remarked, “but you do go right to the +spot.” +</p> +<p> +The fresh air tinged her cheeks, she breathed +more freely away from her work and her reveries; +there was life and light somewhere, she need not +suffocate in the dark. +</p> +<p> +It was not a long walk into the little city of Dunellen; +fifteen minutes of brisk stepping along the +planks brought her to the corner that turned into +the broad, paved, maple-lined street. As she turned +the corner, a lame child in a calico dress and torn +hood staggered past her bent with the weight of a +heavy basket. She stopped and would have spoken, +but the shy eyes were not encouraging. +</p> +<p> +Two years ago all the world might have knocked +at her gate and she would not have heard. +</p> +<p> +“Will you ride?” She lifted her eyes, with their +color deepening, to find Mr. Towne sitting alone +in his carriage looking down at her. +</p> +<p> +“You are going the wrong way.” +</p> +<p> +“Because I am not going <em>your</em> way?” he asked +somewhat sternly. +</p> +<p> +“I thought that you had gone away,” she said +uncomfortably. +</p> +<p> +“We go on the seventeenth.” +</p> +<p> +“You have not told me where?” +</p> +<p> +“Have I not? You have forgotten. Sue will +stay at home and learn to be sensible.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59'></a>59</span> +</p> +<p> +“I don’t like you when you speak in that tone.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I will never do it again.” +</p> +<p> +“Good-by,” she said cheerily, passing on. +</p> +<p> +His thoughts ran on—“How bright she is! She +has a sweet heart, if ever a woman had! I wonder +if I <em>am</em> letting slip through my fingers one of the +opportunities that come to a man but once in a lifetime! +A year or two hence will do; she cares too +much to forget me.” +</p> +<p> +Her thoughts ran on-“How <em>can</em> you look so +good and so handsome and not be true!” +</p> +<p> +With a quickened step she crossed the Park. Miss +Jewett’s large fancy store was opposite the Park. +</p> +<p> +Miss Jewett was never too tired or too busy to +live again her young life. Sue Greyson was sure +that she had broken somebody’s heart, else she never +was so eloquent in warning her about Stacey Rheid. +Laura Harrison had decided that she had once lived +in constant dread of having a step-mother. Mary +Sherwood wondered if she had ever been a busybody, +and in that experience had learned to warn +her to keep quiet her busy tongue; and Tessa +Wadsworth knew that she must have learned her +one word of advice: “Wait,” through years that +she would not talk about. +</p> +<p> +Miss Jewett was seldom alone; Tessa was glad +to find the clerks absent and no one bending over +the counter but Sue Greyson. +</p> +<p> +“O, Tessa,” she cried in her loud, laughing voice. +“I haven’t seen you in an age.” +</p> +<p> +Miss Jewett’s greeting was a hand-clasp; among +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60'></a>60</span> +all her girls (and all the girls in Dunellen were +hers) Tessa Wadsworth was the elected one. +</p> +<p> +“Mrs. Towne has every thing so delicious,” Sue +was rattling on; “such perfumes and such silks and +such jewels. Oh, how Old Place makes my mouth +water! I wish you could go over the place, Tessa; +you were never even through the grounds, were +you? Mr. Ralph takes great pride in keeping it +nice; of course, it is really his. I’d marry any +body to live there and have plenty of money and +do just as I please; not that Mr. Ralph isn’t something +out of the common, though. People say +that he never means any thing by his attentions; +Dr. Lake says—” +</p> +<p> +“I hear that you are going to St. Louis,” interrupted +Miss Jewett. +</p> +<p> +“No, I’m not. And I’m as provoked as I can be +and live! Something has happened; Mr. Ralph is +an uneasy mortal; he never knows what he will +do next, and he has changed his mind about taking +me. My cake is all dough about my winter’s +fun. How I cried the night she told me! The +last night of the year, too, when I ought to have +been full of fun. Mrs. Towne wants me to write +to her, but I’d never dare, unless you would help +me, Tessa, about the spelling and punctuation. +Mr. Ralph would laugh until he died over my +letters. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t write to Stacey now, Miss Jewett. I +wrote him a letter one Sunday from Old Place and +told him that he might as well cease. Mr. Ralph +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61'></a>61</span> +and I had been walking through the wood and he +asked me if I were engaged to Stacey! I thought +it was about time to stop that.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps if you had been home you wouldn’t +have written that letter. Stacey is a fine fellow.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I had thought of it, but that day I decided! +Stacey can hardly support one, let alone two. Father +says that I was born to have a rich husband +because I have such luxurious tastes! I know that +I shall die cooped up at home. I have to go out +to see the sons and daughters of the land. Tessa, +I don’t see how you live.” +</p> +<p> +“I do, nevertheless,” said Tessa, selecting her +spool of silk. +</p> +<p> +“I shall have Dr. Lake this winter or I couldn’t +exist. He says that he will take me everywhere if +father will only give him the time. He is great fun, +only he does get so moody and serious; sits for two +hours in the office with his head in his hands. Mr. +Ralph doesn’t have moods; he is always pleasant. +I am going to stay these last few days at Old Place. +Tessa, I am coming to stay all night with you and +have a long talk.” +</p> +<p> +“I shall be very glad; I have been wishing that +you would.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I’ll come. I have a whole budget to tell +you.” +</p> +<p> +“Sue, you look thin,” said Miss Jewett, rolling +up her purchases. +</p> +<p> +“I <em>am</em> thin. Since the night before New Years +I have lost three pounds.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62'></a>62</span> +</p> +<p> +The night before New Years! Tessa’s veil shaded +her face falling between her and Sue. +</p> +<p> +“Mr. Ralph lectured me; oh, <em>how</em> he talked! +When he will, he will, that’s the truth. His +mother says that her will is nothing compared +to his, and I believe it.” Sue’s face grew troubled. +“He told me that I ought to read travels and histories, +and throw away novels; that I ought to +marry Stacey, if he is a good man and can take +care of me—” Her voice sounded as if she were +crying; she laughed instead and ran off. +</p> +<p> +“Something at Old Place has hurt Sue; I didn’t +like the idea of Mrs. Towne taking her up; Mr. +Towne—I do not know about him! Do you?” +</p> +<p> +“No.” +</p> +<p> +“Ah, here comes Sarah! Rachel has a sore throat, +and Mary has gone to the city to buy to-day. Light +the gas, Sarah.” +</p> +<p> +The light flashed over the faces: Miss Jewett’s +almost as fair as a child’s, and sweeter than any +child’s that Tessa had ever seen, with a mouth +in the lines of which her whole history was written, +with just a suspicion of dimples in the tinted +cheeks, with brown rings of soft hair touching +the smooth forehead; the younger face was hurried, +anxious, with a trembling of the lips, and a +nervous gleam in the eyes that were so dark, to-night, +that they might have been mistaken for +hazel. +</p> +<p> +The door was pushed open; a crowd of girls giggled +in; Tessa bowed to Mary Sherwood and moved +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63'></a>63</span> +aside. She was turning over a pile of wools, selecting +colors for a sacque for Dinah, when a laugh +from the group thrilled her; low, deep, full, in all +her life she had never heard a sound like it. +</p> +<p> +It was as sweet as the note of a thrush and as +jubilant as a thoughtless girl. +</p> +<p> +“Now, Naughty Nan, you are laughing at me. +But I will forgive you, because you are going +away so soon. When are you coming back?” +</p> +<p> +“Never. I will allure the black bear to take me +around the world.” +</p> +<p> +Naughty Nan stepped back, tossing her curls +away from her face; Tessa looked down into her +face, for she was a little thing; it was not a remarkable +face: a broad forehead, deep set brown +eyes, a passable complexion, a saucy mouth. If +she would only laugh again; but she would not +even speak. +</p> +<p> +How surprised Tessa would have been had she +known that Naughty Nan had been studying her +and wishing, “I want to be like you.” +</p> +<p> +The group of girls giggled out. +</p> +<p> +“I have fallen in love,” said Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“With Nan Gerard? Every body does. She is +one of those lovable little creatures that every body +spoils! It’s strange that you haven’t met her; she +is Mary Sherwood’s cousin.” +</p> +<p> +“I do remember now—Mr. Hammerton told me +that I must hear her laugh.” +</p> +<p> +“Her home is in St. Louis; she had never been +in Dunellen until a month since; she was her father’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64'></a>64</span> +pet and lived abroad with him until he died +a year ago! He named her Naughty Nan. She +has plenty of money and plenty of lovers! She +is going home under the escort of Mr. Towne +and his mother. Perhaps it is her laugh that has +stolen his heart from Sue! Naughty Nan was to be +married, but the gentleman died in consumption.” +</p> +<p> +“And she can laugh as lightly as that! If my +father should die I would never laugh again.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65'></a>65</span><a name='ch5' id='ch5'></a>V.—HEARTS THAT WERE WAITING.</h2> +<p> +On the evening of the eighteenth of January, +Tessa was sitting alone in her chamber, wrapped +in her shawl, writing. She was keeping a secret, +for she was writing a book and no one knew it but +Mr. Hammerton; he would not have known it had +not several questions arisen to which she could find +no answer. +</p> +<p> +“I can not do without my encyclopedia,” she +had said. +</p> +<p> +She had written the title lovingly—“Under the +Wings.” +</p> +<p> +This chamber was her sanctuary; she was born +in this room, she had lived in it ever since; her little +battles had been fought on this consecrated +ground, her angry tears, her wilful tears, and the +few later grateful tears had fallen while kneeling +at the side of the white-draped bed or sitting at +the window with her head in her hands or on +the window-sill. A stranger would have thought +it a plain, low room with its cottage set of pale +green and gold trimmings, its ingrain carpet of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66'></a>66</span> +oak leaves on a green ground, its gray paper with +scarlet border, and three white shades with scarlet +tassels. +</p> +<p> +The high mantel was piled with books, the gifts +of her father, Mr. Hammerton, and Miss Jewett; on +the walls were photographs in oval black-walnut +frames of Miss Jewett, sitting at a table with her +elbow upon it and one hand resting on a book in +her lap, of her father and mother, she sitting and +he standing behind her, and one of herself and Dinah, +taken when they were fifteen and twenty-one; +there were also a large photograph taken from a +painting of the Mater Dolorosa, which Mr. Hammerton +had given her on her fourteenth birthday and +a chromo of Red Riding Hood that he had given +to Dinah upon her fourteenth birthday. Upon the +table at which she was writing, books were piled, +and a package of old letters that she had been sorting, +and choosing some to burn, among which were +two from Felix Harrison. The package contained +several from Mr. Hammerton, but his were never +worth burning; they were only worth keeping because +they were so like himself. Pages of manuscript +were scattered among the books, and a long +envelope contained two rejected articles that she +had planned to rewrite after a consultation with +Mr. Hammerton and to send elsewhere. She had +cried over her first rejected article (when she was +eighteen), and two years afterward had revised it, +changed the title, and her father had been proud +of it in print. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67'></a>67</span> +</p> +<p> +She was writing and thinking of Sue when a +noisy entrance below announced her presence. +</p> +<p> +“Go right up,” said Mrs. Wadsworth’s voice. +“Tessa is star-gazing in her room. Don’t stay if +you are chilly. Tessa likes to be cold.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa met her at the head of the stairs. +</p> +<p> +“I’ve come to stay all night. Do you want +me?” +</p> +<p> +“I want you more than I want any one in the +world.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s refreshing. I wanted to see you and +that’s why I came. Norah Bird said that Dine +was to stay all night with her and I knew I should +have you all to myself. Dr. Lake brought me. I +believe that he wanted me to come. What do you +stay up here for? It’s lovely down-stairs with your +father and mother; she is sewing and he is reading +to her. Put away that great pile of foolscap and +talk to me; I’m as full of talk as an egg is full of +meat.” +</p> +<p> +“Must I break the shell?” +</p> +<p> +“Your room always looks pretty and there isn’t +much in it, either.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course not, after Old Place.” +</p> +<p> +“Old Place <em>is</em> enchanting!” Sue tossed her gloves +and hat to the bed. “I’ll keep on my sacque; I +want to stay up here.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa had reseated herself at the table. Sue +dropped down on the carpet at her feet. +</p> +<p> +“Have they gone?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes! I stayed to see them off and drove +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68'></a>68</span> +to the depot with them. We called for Nan Gerard. +What a flirt that girl is! Any one would think +that she had known Mr. Ralph all his life.” +</p> +<p> +Sue leaned backward against Tessa; her face was +feverish and excited, her thin cheeks would have +looked hollow but for their high color, her eyes as +she raised them revealed something new; something +new and not altogether pleasant. +</p> +<p> +Tessa touched her hair and then bent over and +kissed her. It was so seldom that Sue was kissed. +</p> +<p> +“You know that night—” Sue began with an +effort, “the night before New Years. Mr. Ralph +found me in his den, I was arranging one of his +tables, and he said that he wanted to talk to me. +And I should think he <em>did</em>! I didn’t know that +he had so much tongue in his head. His mother +calls him Ralph the Silent. Grace Geer calls him +Ralph the Wily when nobody hears. He is Ralph +the Hateful when he wants to be. How he went +on! Fury! There! I promised him not to talk +slang or to use ‘unlady-like exclamations.’ I was +as high and mighty as he was, but I wanted to cry +all the time. He said that I ought to live for something, +that I am not a child but a woman. And I +promised him that I wouldn’t read novels until he +says that I may! He said that I didn’t know what +trouble is! <em>He</em> has had trouble, Grace Geer says. +I don’t see how. Some girl I suppose. Perhaps +she flirted with him. I hope she did. But I have +had trouble. Did <em>he</em> ever wait and wait and wait +for a thing till he almost died with waiting, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69'></a>69</span> +then find that he didn’t get it and never <em>could</em>? +Did you ever feel so?” +</p> +<p> +The appealing eyes were looking into hers; she +could not speak instantly. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t believe that you ever did. You are +quiet. You have a nice home and people to love +you; your mother and father are so proud of you; +your mother is always talking to people about you +as if she couldn’t live without you! And you don’t +have beaux and such horrid things! I shouldn’t +think that you would like Dine to have a lover before +you have one.” +</p> +<p> +“Dine?” said Tessa, looking perplexed. +</p> +<p> +“Why, yes, Mr. Hammerton.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I forgot him,” replied Tessa, almost laughing. +</p> +<p> +“I wish that I had <em>never</em> seen Old Place. I never +should have thought any thing if it hadn’t been +for Grace Geer. Before I went to Old Place I expected +to marry Stacey. She put things into my +head. She used to call me Mrs. Ralph, and tell me +how splendidly I could dress after I was married! +And she used to ask me what he said to me and +explain that it meant something. I didn’t know +that it meant any thing. He was so old and so +wise that I thought he could never think of me. +Once she went home with me and she told father +and Aunt Jane and Dr. Lake that they were going +to lose me. He told me himself that night that he +was more interested in me than in any body.” +</p> +<p> +“Did he say that?” asked Tessa, startled. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70'></a>70</span> +</p> +<p> +“Yes, he did.” +</p> +<p> +“So am I interested in your life. I want to see +what becomes of you.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, he didn’t mean <em>that</em>. He meant in me. +But I suppose he didn’t mean any thing, or he +wouldn’t have told his mother not to take me to +St. Louis. You think I like him because he’s rich +and handsome, but I don’t. I like him because he +was so kind to me; nobody was ever so kind to me +before; I can love any one who is kind to me. He +gave me his photograph a year ago. It’s elegant. +I’ll show it to you some time. I know he had six +taken, for I saw them and counted them; he didn’t +know it, though. And I heard him tell his mother +that he had <em>five</em> taken. I never could find out +where that sixth one went to. I know that his +mother had one, and Grace Geer, and Miss Sarepta +Towne, that’s three! And mine was four, and +Philip Towne’s was five. I asked him where the +other was.” +</p> +<p> +“What did he say?” asked Tessa, gravely. +</p> +<p> +“He said nothing. I know that Aunt Jane +thinks my not going the queerest thing in nature, +and father looked rather nonplussed and asked me +what I had been doing. I am as ashamed as I +can be.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa arranged her papers thoughtfully; she was +pondering Grace Geer’s name for Mr. Towne. +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps he will change his mind and come +home and like me,” said Sue, brightening. +</p> +<p> +“O, Sue, Sue, don’t make a disappointment for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71'></a>71</span> +yourself! When there are so many good and beautiful +things in the world, why do you see only this +that is being withheld?” +</p> +<p> +“Because—” with a drooping head, “I want it +so.” +</p> +<p> +“There are good men and good women in the +world, Sue; men and women whose word is pure +gold.” +</p> +<p> +“Whose, I’d like to know?” +</p> +<p> +“Miss Jewett’s.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, of course!” +</p> +<p> +“And Gus Hammerton’s.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, he’s as wise and stupid as an owl!” +</p> +<p> +“Dr. Johnson could think in Latin and I should +not wonder if Gus could.” +</p> +<p> +“But he’s awkward and never talks nonsense, +and he wears spectacles and has a tiny bald spot +on the top of his head, the place where the wool +ought to grow! The girls don’t run after him.” +</p> +<p> +“They are not wise enough.” +</p> +<p> +“He’s so old, too.” +</p> +<p> +“He’s younger than Mr. Towne.” +</p> +<p> +“He doesn’t look so. And he’s poor.” +</p> +<p> +“He has a good salary in the bank.” +</p> +<p> +“Mr. Ralph has the pure gold, but it is not in his +word. I only wish it was. I always pray over my +love affairs; they ought to come out all right.” +</p> +<p> +“How do you know what ‘all right’ is?” +</p> +<p> +“I know what I want.” +</p> +<p> +“I’ll say to you what Miss Jewett always says +<em>Wait</em>.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72'></a>72</span> +</p> +<p> +“What for? I don’t know what I’m waiting for. +Do you?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“What? Tell me.” +</p> +<p> +“<em>The will of God</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh!” Sue drew nearer as if she were frightened. +After a while she spoke: “I’m so sorry for +dear Mrs. Towne. She has every thing in the +world but the thing she wants most. She said +one day that she would be willing to be the poorest +woman in Dunellen if she might have a daughter. +She said it one day after we had passed you; +you were alone, picking up leaves near the corner +by the brook. ‘A daughter like that,’ she said, +and she turned to look back at you; you were +standing still with the leaves in your hand. Mr. +Ralph didn’t say anything, but he looked back, too. +I said, ‘That’s Tessa Wadsworth.’ Mrs. Towne +said, ‘Do you know her, Ralph?’ and he said, ‘I +have met her several times.’” +</p> +<p> +Tessa had wiped her gold pen and slipped it into +its morocco case; she closed her writing-desk as she +said cheerily: “Now about this winter, Sue; what +do you intend to do?” +</p> +<p> +“You don’t know how horrid it is at home! Father +always has his pockets full of bottles and he +doesn’t care for the things that interest me; all he +talks about is his ‘cases,’ and all Aunt Jane cares +for is house-work and the murders in the newspapers; +Dr. Lake is splendid, but he’s so poor and he’s +low-spirited when he isn’t full of fun; and when his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73'></a>73</span> +engagement with father is ended he’ll set up for +himself, and it will take him a century to afford to +be married.” +</p> +<p> +“Sue, look up at me and listen.” +</p> +<p> +Sue looked up and listened. +</p> +<p> +“I pray you don’t flirt with Dr. Lake.” +</p> +<p> +Sue laughed a conscious laugh. +</p> +<p> +“Men flirt; they haven’t any hearts.” +</p> +<p> +“He has. You do not know the influence for +evil that you may become in his life.” +</p> +<p> +Sue’s eyes grew wild, she clung to Tessa with +both hands. “You sha’n’t talk so to me. You +sha’n’t. You make me afraid. I’ll try to be good. +I <em>will</em> try.” +</p> +<p> +“How will you try?” +</p> +<p> +“I won’t try to make him like me. I am sure +that he would if I should try a little. I’ll tell him +about Stacey. Tessa, <em>I don’t want to be an old maid.</em>” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s eyes and lips kept themselves grave. +</p> +<p> +“I wouldn’t think about that. I’d do good and +be good; I’d help Aunt Jane, and go with your +father on his long drives—” +</p> +<p> +“I’d rather go with Dr. Lake.” +</p> +<p> +“Let your father see what a delightful daughter +you can be. My father and I can talk for hours +about books and places and people.” +</p> +<p> +“Hateful! I hate books. And I don’t know +about places and book-people.” +</p> +<p> +“And don’t wait for Dr. Lake to come in at +night.” +</p> +<p> +“I do. I made him a cup of coffee last night.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74'></a>74</span> +</p> +<p> +“Who makes coffee for your father?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh father thought that I made it for him. But +Dr. Lake knew!” +</p> +<p> +“I will read history with you this winter. Dine +and I intend to study German with Gus Hammerton; +you can study with us, if you will.” +</p> +<p> +“Ugh!” groaned Sue, “as if that were as much +fun as getting married.” +</p> +<p> +“It may help along. Who knows?” laughed +Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“I’m going to make Miss Gesner a visit next +month. She asked me to-day. But they are such +old men? Mr. John Gesner is an old beau! Mr. +Lewis is lovely, so kind and polite. And Miss Gesner +is charming when she doesn’t try to educate +me. Their house is grander than Old Place and +they keep more servants. I’ll forget all about Old +Place before spring. Mr. John Gesner likes girls.” +</p> +<p> +“Sue.” +</p> +<p> +“Well! Don’t be so solemn.” +</p> +<p> +“If I were to die and leave a little girl in the +world as your mother left you, I would hope that +some one would watch over her, and if the time +came, through her own foolishness, or in the way +of God’s discipline, for a disappointment to come to +her, I would hope that this friend would love her +as I love you to-night. She would warn her, advise +her, and encourage her! Don’t go to visit +Miss Gesner; she is selfish to ask you; you are +bright and lively and she likes to have you to help +entertain her friends—but you will not be so good +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75'></a>75</span> +a daughter to your father if your heart is drawn +away from his home; the best home that he can +afford to give you.” +</p> +<p> +“There’s danger at home and danger abroad,” +laughed Sue. “Don’t you wish that you could put +me in a glass case?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know what to do with you.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, something will happen to me before long. +I’ll get married or die or something. I’m glad I +had my things ready to go with the Townes, for +now I have them ready to go to Miss Gesner’s. I +wish I had a mother and my little brother hadn’t +died. I’d like to have a <em>real</em> home like yours! I +wouldn’t mind if it were as plain as this; but I’d +rather have it like Old Place. Won’t Nan Gerard +have a lovely time? Such a long journey, and +Mr. Ralph will be so attentive, and she’ll be so +proud to be with such a handsome fellow! Don’t +you like to be proud of people that belong to you? +I am always proud enough to go out with Mr. +Ralph.” +</p> +<p> +“There is some one else to be proud of somewhere! +Sue, can’t you be brave?” +</p> +<p> +“Somebody will have what I want,” said Sue. +“I can’t bear to think of that. I shall have to +drive past Old Place in father’s chaise with one +horse, and I hate to drive with one horse! and see +somebody in <em>my</em> place in silks and velvets and diamonds +and emeralds! And <em>she</em> will have visitors +from all over and Old Place will be full of good +times and Mr. Ralph will let her do it all and be +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76'></a>76</span> +so kind to her! And she will be so proud and +happy and handsome. Would <em>you</em> like that? You +know you wouldn’t. Do you think that I really +must give him up?” +</p> +<p> +Sue did not see the distressed face above her; +she felt that the fingers that touched her hair and +forehead were loving and pitiful. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t talk so; don’t <em>think</em> so! Forget all about +Old Place. Do you not remember Mrs. Towne’s +kindness? That is a happier thing to think of +than the grounds and the house and handsome +furniture.” +</p> +<p> +“I wish I had told you about it before,” sobbed +Sue. “You would have made it right for me; then +I wouldn’t have thought and thought about it until +it was <em>real</em>. And now I can’t believe that it isn’t +true and the house is shut up with only Mr. and +Mrs. Ryerson and the boy to look after things and +Mr. Ralph gone not to come back—ever, perhaps. +If Mrs. Towne should die, perhaps he won’t come +back but go off and be a doctor; for he doesn’t +want to be married, he said so; he told his mother +so. I don’t want him to be a doctor and have bottles +in all his pockets and smell of medicine like +father and Dr. Lake. He wouldn’t be Mr. Ralph +any more.” +</p> +<p> +“So much the better for you.” +</p> +<p> +“Then you don’t think that he’s so grand.” +</p> +<p> +She answered quietly, surprising herself with the +truth that she had not dared to confess to herself, +“No. I do not think he is so grand.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77'></a>77</span> +</p> +<p> +“Who is?” +</p> +<p> +“Who is? George Macdonald and George Eliot +and Shakespeare and St. Paul and my father and +your father,” laughed Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“Hark. They are singing over the way.” +</p> +<p> +“There’s a child’s party there to-night.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa went to the window. +</p> +<p> +Loud and merry were the voices: +</p> +<p> + “Little Sally Waters sitting in the sun,<br /> + Weeping and crying for a man.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +Sue laughed. “Oh, how that carries me back.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s good advice,” said Tessa, as the children +shouted— +</p> +<p> + “Rise, Sally, rise, and wipe off your eyes.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +“I wish that I were a little girl over there in +the fun,” said Sue. “Suppose we go.” +</p> +<p> +“I intended to go. Perhaps we can teach them +some new games.” +</p> +<p> +No one among the children was merrier than +Sue; not one any more a child. +</p> +<p> +“I think I’ll stay little,” said Sue, coming to +Tessa, half out of breath. “I’m never going to +grow up; it’s hateful being a woman, isn’t it?” +</p> +<p> +“You will never know,” said Tessa laughing. +“There’s little Harry Sherwood calling for Sue +Greyson now.” +</p> +<p> +Towards midnight, when Tessa was asleep, Sue +awakened her with, “Put your arm around me, I +can’t go to sleep.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78'></a>78</span> +</p> +<p> +Sue lay still not speaking or moving. +</p> +<p> +The clock in the sitting-room struck three. +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, Tessa,” whispered a startled voice, “are +you awake?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” rousing herself, “what is it? Is any +thing the matter?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, no,” wearily, “but it has struck one, and +two, and three, and I’m afraid it will strike four.” +</p> +<p> +“I suppose it will unless the clock stops or time +ceases to be.” +</p> +<p> +“What will be when time ceases to be? What +comes next?” +</p> +<p> +“Forever comes next. Don’t you want it to be +forever?” +</p> +<p> +“You sha’n’t talk so and frighten me. I can’t go +to sleep. I thought somebody was dying or dead.” +</p> +<p> +“You were dreaming.” Tessa put a loving arm +around her. “Didn’t you ever say the multiplication +table in the night?” +</p> +<p> +“No, nor any other time.” +</p> +<p> +The moonlight shone in through the open window, +making a golden track across the carpet. +</p> +<p> +“The moon shines on Red Riding Hood,” said +Sue. “Tell me a story, Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t you like the moonlight? Some one had +a lovely little room once and she said that the +moonlight came in and swept it clean of foolish +thoughts.” +</p> +<p> +“What else?” in an interested voice. +</p> +<p> +“It is a long story; it is in blank verse, too, and +you like rhymes.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79'></a>79</span> +</p> +<p> +“I’ve been trying to say Mother Goose and Old +Mother Hubbard.” +</p> +<p> +“I will tell you a story,” said Tessa, as wide +awake as if the sun were shining. “I will rhyme +it as I run along, and when I hesitate and can not +make good sense and a perfect rhyme, we’ll go to +sleep.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, but you must do your best.” +</p> +<p> +“I always do my best. I tell Gus and Dine +stories in rhyme.” +</p> +<p> +So she began with a description of a little girl +who was fair and a boy who was brave, who grew +up and grew together, but cruel fate in the shape +of a step-mother separated them, and he travelled +all over the world, and she stayed at home and +made tatting, until a hundred years went by and +he came to the door a worn-out traveller and found +her a withered maiden sitting alone feeding her +cat. Afterward in trying to recall this, she only +remembered one couplet: +</p> +<p> + “He was covered with snow, his hat with fur,<br /> + He took it off and bowed to her.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +Once or twice Sue gave a hysterical laugh. +</p> +<p> +The story was brought to a proper and blissful +conclusion; still Sue was sleepless. +</p> +<p> +“How far on their journey do you suppose they +are now?” +</p> +<p> +“I’m not a time-table.” +</p> +<p> +Sue lay too still to be asleep; when she <em>was</em> still +she was a marvel of stillness. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80'></a>80</span> +</p> +<p> +Daylight and breakfast found her in high spirits, +asking advice of Mrs. Wadsworth about making a +wrapper out of an old brown cashmere, and talking +to Tessa about the drive that she had promised to +take with Dr. Lake, saying the last thing as she +ran down the steps, “I’ll come and study German +if I can’t find any thing better to do.” +</p> +<p> +In all the talks afterward, Sue never alluded to +this night; it was the only part of her life that she +wished Tessa to forget; she herself forgot every +thing except that she was miserable about Mr. +Ralph and two of the lines in the story that she +had laughed about and called as “stupid” as her +own life: +</p> +<p> + “The room in which she lived alone, was carpeted with matting;<br /> + She spent the hours, she spent the days, in making yards of<br /> + tatting.”<br /> +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81'></a>81</span><a name='ch6' id='ch6'></a>VI.—ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY.</h2> +<p> +“Miss Jewett.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, dear.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa was sitting on the carpet in Miss Jewett’s +little parlor with her head in Miss Jewett’s lap; +Miss Jewett had been smoothing the girl’s hair for +several minutes, neither speaking. +</p> +<p> +“I have lost something; I don’t dare try to find +it for fear that God has taken it away from me.” +</p> +<p> +“How did you lose it?” +</p> +<p> +Tessa raised her head, paused, then spoke impressively: +“I lost it through <em>carefulness</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“Ah! I have heard of such a thing before.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, have you? Is any one in the world like +me? I thought that no one ever made such mistakes +as I do, or needed the discipline that I need!” +</p> +<p> +“My dear, all hearts are fashioned alike.” +</p> +<p> +“But all lives are not alike.” +</p> +<p> +“Not so different as you imagine; in my girls I +live over my old struggles, longings, mistakes; in +the history of lives lived ages ago I find the same +struggles, longings, mistakes, the same need of the +same discipline.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82'></a>82</span> +</p> +<p> +“Oh, if you can help me; if you can only help +me! You study the Bible, isn’t every thing in the +Bible? Didn’t Paul mean that every thing was in +it when he said that through the comfort of the +Scriptures we have hope? I can not find any +thing to suit me; <em>you</em> find something.” +</p> +<p> +The gaslight was more than she could bear, she +dropped her head again, covering her face with +both hands. +</p> +<p> +“Suppose you tell me all about it.” +</p> +<p> +“<em>All about it</em>,” repeated Tessa in a muffled tone. +“I could not if I wanted to; but I can tell you +where the despair comes in.” +</p> +<p> +“That is all I want to know.” +</p> +<p> +“Well,” raising her head again and speaking +clearly and slowly. “It was an opportunity to get +something that I wanted. I thought I had it, I +thought it was laid in my hand and I had but to +clasp my fingers tightly over it to keep it forever +and forever; I cared so much that I hardly cared for +any thing else. I do not think that I would lose it +again through caring too much. Do you think that +it is just as hard for God to see us too careful as too +careless?” +</p> +<p> +“How were you too careful?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, in being wise and doing things in my own +way. What I want to know is this: did He ever +give any body another opportunity? If He ever +did, I will hope that He will be just as tender +towards me.” +</p> +<p> +“Christ came down to earth to seek the lost; a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83'></a>83</span> +lost opportunity is one of the things that He came +to find. I think if you seek it for His sake, and +not for your own, that He will find it for you.” +</p> +<p> +“For His sake, not for mine,” repeated Tessa, +wonderingly. “How can I ever attain to that? I +am very selfish.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you remember about David, whose heart +was fashioned like yours, how careful he was once +and what happened?” +</p> +<p> +Miss Jewett was speaking in her brisk, working +voice; the troubled face had become alight. +</p> +<p> +“Now we will read about one who made a sorry +mistake by being so careful that he forgot to find +out God’s way of doing a certain thing. He did +the thing that he wanted to do after a style of his +own.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa arose and went into Miss Jewett’s bedroom; +she knew that the Bible she loved best, the +one pencilled and interlined, was always kept on a +stand near the head of her bed. While Miss Jewett +was opening it, Tessa said hurriedly and earnestly +“I knew that if it were anywhere in the Bible—that +if any one in the world had suffered like me—that +you would know where to find them. You +said last Sunday that God had written something +to help us in every perplexity; but I studied and +studied and could not find any thing about second +opportunities. Perhaps mine is only a foolish little +trouble; not a grand one like David’s.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you think that God likes to hear you say +that?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84'></a>84</span> +</p> +<p> +“No,” confessed Tessa. “I will not even think +it again.” +</p> +<p> +“Have you forgotten how David attempted to +bring the Ark into the city of David, and how he +failed? What a mortifying and distressing failure +it was, too. Now I’ll read it to you.” +</p> +<p> +One of Tessa’s pleasures was to listen to her reading +the Bible; she read as if David lived across the +Park, and as if the city of David were not a mile +away. +</p> +<p> +Tessa kept her head in its old position and listened +with intent and longing eyes. +</p> +<p> +“‘And David consulted with the captains of +thousands and hundreds and every leader. And +David said unto all the congregation of Israel, If +it seem good unto you, and that it be of the Lord +our God, let us send abroad unto our brethren +everywhere, that are left in all the land of Israel, +and with them also to the priests and Levites +which are in their cities and suburbs, that they +may gather themselves together unto us: and let +us bring again the Ark of our God to us: for we +inquired not at it in the days of Saul. And all the +congregation said that they would do so: for the +thing was right in the eyes of all the people. So +David gathered all Israel together from Shihor of +Egypt even unto the entering of Hemath, to bring +the Ark of God from Kirjath-jearim. And David +went up and all Israel to Baalah, that is to Kirjath-jearim, +which belonged to Judah, to bring up +thence the Ark of God the Lord, that dwelleth between +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85'></a>85</span> +the cherubim whose name is called on it. +And they carried the Ark of God in a new cart—’ In +a <em>new</em> cart, Tessa; see how careful he was!” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“‘—Out of the house of Abinadab; and Uzza +and Ahir drave the cart.’ That was all right and +proper, wasn’t it?” +</p> +<p> +“It seems so to me.” +</p> +<p> +“‘And David and all Israel played before God +with all their might, and with singing, and with +harps, and with timbrels, and with cymbals, and +with trumpets.’ They were joyful with all their +might. Were you as joyful as that?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes: fully as joyful as that.” +</p> +<p> +“Now see the confusion, the shame, and the fear +that followed those harps and timbrels and trumpets. +‘And when they came unto the threshing-floor +of Chidon, Uzza put forth his hand to hold +the Ark; for the oxen stumbled. And the anger +of the Lord was kindled against Uzza, and He +smote him, because he put his hand to the Ark: +and he died before God. And David was displeased, +because the Lord had made a breach upon +Uzza: wherefore that place is called Perez-uzza, to +this day. And David was afraid of God that day, +saying, How shall I bring the Ark of God home +to me?’” +</p> +<p> +“I should think that he <em>would</em> have been afraid,” +said Tessa; “and after he had been so sure and joyful, +too.” +</p> +<p> +Miss Jewett read on: “‘So David brought not +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86'></a>86</span> +the Ark home to himself to the city of David, but +carried it aside to the house of Obed-edom the +Gittite.’” +</p> +<p> +Tessa raised her head to speak. “I can not +understand where his mistake was; how could he +have been too careful of such a treasure. Oh, how +terrible and humiliating his disappointment must +have been! How ashamed he was before all the +people! I can bear any thing better than to be +humiliated.” +</p> +<p> +“My poor, proud Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s tears started at the tone; these first words +of sympathy overcame her utterly; she dropped her +head again and cried like a child, like the little +child Tessa who had had so many fits of crying. +</p> +<p> +The eyes above her were as wet as her own; +once or twice warm lips touched her forehead and +cheek. +</p> +<p> +“Did <em>he</em> have another opportunity?” asked Tessa, +at last. “I can understand how afraid he was. I +was troubled because I gave thanks for the thing +that was taken away from me. Did he find an +answer to his ‘How’?” +</p> +<p> +“He was thankful, sincere, and careful.” +</p> +<p> +“I should think that was enough,” exclaimed +Tessa, almost indignantly; “but I know that there +was sin somewhere, else the anger of the Lord +would not have been kindled. They went home +without the Ark. That is saddest of all.” +</p> +<p> +“It was kept three months in the house of Obed-edom, +and during those three months humbled David studied +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87'></a>87</span> +the law and found that his cart, new as +it was, was not according to the will of God. +</p> +<p> +“‘Then David said, None ought to carry the Ark +of God but the Levites; for them hath the Lord +chosen to carry the Ark of God, and to minister +unto Him forever.’” +</p> +<p> +“And he <em>could</em> have known that before,” cried +Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“‘And David gathered all Israel together to +Jerusalem, to bring up the Ark of the Lord unto +his place, which he had prepared for it, and David +assembled the children of Aaron and the Levites and +said unto them, Ye are the +chief of the fathers of the Levites: sanctify yourselves, +both ye and your brethren, that ye may +bring up the Ark of the Lord God of Israel unto +the place that I have prepared for it. For because +ye did it not at the first, the Lord our God made +a breach upon us, for that we sought Him not +after the due order.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, how can we know every thing to do at the +first?” +</p> +<p> +“How could David have known? Now he had +found the right way to do the right thing. ‘So +the priests and the Levites sanctified themselves +to bring up the Ark of the Lord God of Israel. And +the children of the Levites bare the Ark of God +upon their shoulders with the staves thereon as +Moses commanded, according to the word of the +Lord. And David spake to the chief of the Levites +to appoint their brethren to be the singers with +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88'></a>88</span> +instruments of music, psalteries and harps and +cymbals, sounding, by lifting up the voice with +joy. So David, and the elders of Israel, and the +captains over thousands, went to bring up the Ark +of the covenant of the Lord out of the house of +Obed-edom with joy.’” +</p> +<p> +“He was not afraid now,” said Tessa. “I think +that he was all the more joyful because he had +been so humiliated and afraid. I will think about +that new cart.” +</p> +<p> +“And those three months in which he was finding +out the will of God. ‘And it came to pass, +when God helped the Levites that bare the Ark of +the covenant of the Lord that they offered seven +bullocks and seven rams.’ He could not help them +the first time because their way was not according +to His law; their joy, their thankfulness, their sincerity, +their carefulness availed them nothing because +they kept not His law. Uzza was a priest +and should have known the law; David was king +and he should have known the law.” +</p> +<p> +“But he had his second opportunity, despite his +mistake.” +</p> +<p> +“And so, if your desire be according to His will +may you have yours; it may be months or years, +half your lifetime, but if you study His word and +ask for your second opportunity through the intercession +of Christ, I am sure that you will +have it.” +</p> +<p> +“Sometimes I am angry, sometimes bewildered, +sometimes there is hatred in my heart because I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89'></a>89</span> +have been deceived and humiliated—sometimes I +do not want it back—” +</p> +<p> +“My dear,” said Miss Jewett, gravely, “discipline +is better than our heart’s desire.” +</p> +<p> +“Is it? I don’t like to think so.” +</p> +<p> +When the clock in the church-tower struck midnight +Tessa lay awake wondering if she could ever +choose discipline before any heart’s desire. +</p> +<p> +Then she crept closer to Miss Jewett and kissed +her. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90'></a>90</span><a name='ch7' id='ch7'></a>VII.—THE LONG DAY.</h2> +<p> +With the apple blossoms came Tessa’s birthday. +She had lived twenty-five years up-stairs and down-stairs +in that white house with the lilac shrubbery +and low iron fence. Twenty-five years with her +father and mother, nineteen with her little sister, +and almost as many with her old friend, Mr. Hammerton; +twenty years with Laura and Felix and +Miss Jewett, and not quite three years with the +latest friend, the latest and the one that she had +most believed in, Ralph Towne. +</p> +<p> +She was counting these years and these friends +as she brushed out her long, light hair and looked +into the reflection of the fair, bright, thoughtful +face that had come to another birthday. +</p> +<p> +Nothing would ever happen to her again, she +was sure; nothing ever did happen after one were +as old as twenty-five. In novels, all the wonderful +events occurred in earlier life, and then—a blank +or bliss or misery, any thing that the reader might +guess. +</p> +<p> +Would her life henceforth be a blank because +she was so old and was growing older? +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91'></a>91</span> +</p> +<p> +In one of her stories, Miss Mulock had stated +that the experience of love had been given to +her heroine “later than to most” and <em>she</em> was +twenty-four! +</p> +<p> +“Not that that experience is all one’s life,” she +mused; “but it is just as much to me as it is to +any man or woman that ever lived; as much as to +Cornelia, the matron with her jewels, or Vittoria +Colonna, or Mrs. Browning, or Hypatia,—if she ever +loved any body,—or Miss Jewett,—if she ever did,—or +Sue Greyson, or Queen Victoria, or Ralph Towne’s +mother! I wonder if his father were like him, so +handsome and gentle. I have a right to the pain +and the blessedness of loving; perhaps I <em>have</em> been +in love—perhaps I am now! He shut the door +that he had opened and he has gone out; I would +not recall him if I could do it with one breath— +</p> +<p> + “‘No harm from him can come to me<br /> + On ocean or on shore.’<br /> +</p> +<p> +“Well,” smiling into the sympathetic eyes, “if +nothing new ever happen to me, I’ll find out all the +blessedness of the old.” +</p> +<p> +For she must always find something to be glad +of before she could be sorrowful about any thing. +</p> +<p> +She ran down-stairs in her airiest mood to be +congratulated by her father in a humorous speech +that ended with an unfinished sentence and a +quick turning of the head, to be squeezed and +hugged and kissed by Dinah, and dubbed Miss +Twenty-Five, and then to have her mood changed, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92'></a>92</span> +all in the past made dreary, and all in the future +desolate, by one of her mother’s harangues. +</p> +<p> +Mr. Wadsworth had kissed his three girls and +hurried off to his business, as he had done in all the +years that Tessa could remember; Dinah had pushed +her plate away and was leaning forward with her +elbows on the table-cloth, her face alight with the +mischief of teasing Tessa about being “stricken in +years.” Tessa’s repartees were sending Dinah off +into her little shouts of laughter when their mother’s +voice broke in: +</p> +<p> +“I had been married eight years when I was +your age, Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +“It will be nine years on my next birthday,” said +Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, just nine; for I was married on my seventeenth +birthday; your father met me one day coming +from school and said that he would call that +evening; I curled my hair over and put on my garnet +merino and waited for him an hour. I expected +John Gesner, too. But your father came first and +we set the wedding-day that night. I was seventeen +and he was thirty-seven!” +</p> +<p> +“I congratulate you,” said Tessa. “I congratulate +the woman who married my father.” +</p> +<p> +“Girls are so different,” sighed Mrs. Wadsworth. +“Now <em>I</em> had two offers that year! Aunt Theresa +wanted me to take John Gesner because he was +two years younger than your father; but John +was only a clerk in the Iron Works then, and so +was Lewis. Lewis is just my age. How could +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93'></a>93</span> +I tell that he would make a fortune buying +nails?” +</p> +<p> +“You would have hit the nail on the head if you +had known it,” laughed Dinah. +</p> +<p> +“And here’s Dine, now, <em>she</em> is like me. You +are a Wadsworth through and through! Young +men like some life about a girl; how many beaux +Sue Greyson has! All you think of is education! +There was Cliff Manning, you turned the cold +shoulder to him because he couldn’t talk grammar. +What’s grammar? Grammar won’t make the pot +boil.” +</p> +<p> +“Enough of them would,” suggested Dinah. +</p> +<p> +“Mr. Towne came and came till he was tired, I +suppose. I hope you didn’t refuse him.” +</p> +<p> +“No, he refused me.” +</p> +<p> +Her tone was so gravely in earnest that her +mother was staggered. Dinah shouted. +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Wadsworth went on in a voice that was +gathering indignation: “You may laugh now; you +will not always laugh. ‘He that will not when he +may, when he will he shall have nay.’ Mrs. Sherwood +told me yesterday that she hoped to have +Nan Gerard back here for good, and Mary looked +as if it were all settled. Mr. Towne did not do +much <em>last</em> winter, Mary said, beside run around +with Naughty Nan. I’m hearing all the time of +somebody being married or engaged, and you are +doing nothing but shilly-shally over some book or +trotting around after poor folks with Miss Jewett.” +</p> +<p> +“She will find a prince in a hovel some day,” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94'></a>94</span> +said Dinah. “He will be struck with her attitude as +she is choking some bed-ridden woman with beef-tea +and fall down on his knees and propose on the +spot. ‘Feed me, seraph,’ he will cry.” +</p> +<p> +“He wouldn’t talk grammar, or he couldn’t spell +or read Greek, and she will turn away,” laughed +Mrs. Wadsworth. “Tessa, you are none of my +bringing up.” +</p> +<p> +“That is true,” replied Tessa, the sorrowfulness +of the tone softening its curtness. +</p> +<p> +“You always <em>did</em> care for something in a book +more than for what I said! You never do any +thing to please people; and yet, somehow, somebody +always <em>is</em> running after you. I wish that +you <em>could</em> go out into the world and get a little +character; you are no more capable of self-denial +and heroism than an infant baby; for getting along +in the world and making a good match, I would +rather have Sue Greyson’s skin—” +</p> +<p> +“Her father understands anatomy, perhaps you +can get it, mother.” +</p> +<p> +“<em>She</em> knows how to look out for number one. +Her children will be settled in life before Tessa is +engaged. You needn’t laugh, Dine, it’s her birthday, +and I’m only doing a mother’s duty to her.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s eyes laughed although her lips were still. +Her sense of humor helped her to bear many things +in her life. +</p> +<p> +“You have never had a trial in your life, Tessa, +and here you are old enough to be a wife and +mother!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95'></a>95</span> +</p> +<p> +“If she lived in China she could be a grandmother,” +said Dinah. +</p> +<p> +“I have always kept trouble from you; that is +why, at your mature age, you have so little character. +In an emergency you would have no more +responsibility than Nellie Bird. If you had studied +arithmetic instead of always writing poetry and +compositions, you might have been teaching now +and have been independent.” +</p> +<p> +“Father isn’t tired of taking care of her,” said +Dinah, spiritedly. “It’s mean for you to say that.” +</p> +<p> +“Why don’t you write a novel and make some +money?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know how.” +</p> +<p> +“Can’t you learn?” +</p> +<p> +“I study all the time.” +</p> +<p> +“Why don’t you write flowery language?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know how.” +</p> +<p> +“It is Gus that has spoiled you; he has nipped +your genius in the bud. What does he know, a +clerk in a bank? I know that he tells you to leave +out the long words; and it is the long words that +take. I shouldn’t have had my dreadful cough +winter after winter if I hadn’t worked hard to +spare your time that winter you wrote those three +little books for the Sunday School Union; I lay all +my sickness and pain to that winter.” +</p> +<p> +Mrs Wadsworth had brought this charge against +Tessa several times before, but she had never shivered +over it as she did this birthday morning. +</p> +<p> +“And what did you get for them? Only a hundred +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96'></a>96</span> +dollars for the three. Your father made a +great fuss over them, and he really cried (his tears +come very easy) over that piece you called ‘Making +Mistakes.’ I couldn’t see any thing to cry over; +I thought you made out that making mistakes was +a very fine thing.” +</p> +<p> +“Four people from away off have written to +thank her, any way,” exulted Dinah. +</p> +<p> +“People like your father I suppose.” +</p> +<p> +Dinah sprang up and began to rattle the cups +and saucers; she could not bear the look in Tessa’s +eyes another second. +</p> +<p> +“Dinah, I can’t talk if you make so much noise. +You are very rude.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” cried Dinah, standing +still with two cups in her hands. “It’s great fun! +Nan Gerard refused Mr. John Gesner while she +was here.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t believe it,” exclaimed Mrs Wadsworth. +“Those brothers are worth nearly a million.” +</p> +<p> +“Naughty Nan didn’t care.” +</p> +<p> +“She’ll jump out of the frying-pan into the fire, +then; for the Townes, mother and son, are not +worth a quarter of it.” +</p> +<p> +“What does she care? Mr. Lewis Gesner is a +gentleman, and he knows something.” +</p> +<p> +“He said once that I was only a little doll,” +said Mrs. Wadsworth. “I never liked him afterward.” +</p> +<p> +“I like him,” said Dinah; “he doesn’t flirt with +the girls; he always talks to the old ladies.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97'></a>97</span> +</p> +<p> +“What are you going to do to-day, Tessa?” inquired +Mrs. Wadsworth, ignoring Dinah’s remark. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I don’t know,” she answered, “and don’t +care” was the unspoken addition. +</p> +<p> +There was one thing she was sure to do. On +her way to the ten o’clock mail she would take a +moment with Miss Jewett for a word, a look; for +something to set her heart to beating to a cheerier +tune. Ten minutes before mail time she found +Miss Jewett as busy as a bee. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, Tessa,” glancing up from her desk, “I knew +you would come. I had a good crying spell on +my twenty-fifth birthday and I’ve looked through +clear eyes ever since. I wish for you that your +second quarter may be as full of hard work as +mine.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa felt as if the sun were shining warm again. +At the office she received her birthday present; the +one thing that she most wished for; if ever birthday +face were in a glow and birthday heart set to +dancing, hers were when her fingers held the check +for one hundred and sixty-eight dollars and fifty +cents, and when her eyes ran through the brief, +friendly letter, with its two lines of praise. +</p> +<p> +“I am taken with your book. It gives me a +humbling-down feeling. I hardly know why.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, it’s too good! it’s too good,” she cried, with +her head close to Miss Jewett’s at the desk over the +large day-book. “I was feeling as if nobody cared, +and now he wants another book. As good as this, +he says.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98'></a>98</span> +</p> +<p> +Tessa lived in fairy-land for the next two hours. +No, she lived in Dunellen on a happy birthday. +</p> +<p> +“Well! well! well!” exclaimed her father, taking +off his spectacles to wipe his eyes, “this is +what I call fine. So this is what you grew pale +over last winter,” he added, looking down into a +face as rosy and wide awake as a child’s waking +out of sleep. +</p> +<p> +“What shall you do with so much money?” +</p> +<p> +“Spend it, of course. I have spent it already a +hundred times.” +</p> +<p> +“You must return receipt and reply to the letter.” +</p> +<p> +“I had forgotten that.” +</p> +<p> +“You will find every thing on my desk. Write +your name on the back of the check and I will +give you the money.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t want to do that. I want to take it into +the bank and surprise Gus with it. His face will +be worth another check.” +</p> +<p> +She wrote her name upon the check, her father +standing beside her. Theresa L. Wadsworth. He +was very proud of this name among his three +girls. +</p> +<p> +“And you expect to do this thing again?” +</p> +<p> +“I do. Many times. All I want is a nook and +a lead pencil.” +</p> +<p> +“Daughter, I would like something else better.” +</p> +<p> +“I wouldn’t. Nothing else. I shall not change +my mind even for a knight in helmet and helmet +feather.” +</p> +<p> +Mr. Hammerton’s face <em>was</em> worth another check; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99'></a>99</span> +he looked down at her from his high stool in a +grave, paternal fashion. She remained decorously +silent. +</p> +<p> +“How women <em>do</em> like to spend money,” he +said. “At six o’clock you will not have a penny +left.” +</p> +<p> +“How can I? Father is to have a farm in Mayfield, +mother is to go to Europe, and Dine is to have +diamond ear-rings!” +</p> +<p> +“And I?” +</p> +<p> +“I will buy you a month to go fishing! And +myself brains enough to write a better book. Isn’t +it comical for me to get more for my book than +Milton got for Paradise Lost?” +</p> +<p> +Tessa laughed as she counted her money at tea-time; +there was a twenty dollar bill and seventy-five +cents! But in her mother’s chamber stood a +suite of black-walnut with marble tops, in one of +Dine’s drawers, materials for a black and white +striped silk, on the sitting-room table a copy of +Shakespeare in three Turkey morocco volumes, for +her father; she had also sent a gold thimble to Sue +Greyson, several volumes of Ruskin to Mr. Hammerton, +Barnes on <em>Job</em> to Miss Jewett, and had purchased +a ream of foolscap, a pint of ink, a pair of +gloves, and <em>The Scarlet Letter</em> for herself! +</p> +<p> +“Is there any thing left in the world that you +want?” her father asked. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, but twenty dollars will not buy it,” she +replied, thinking of Dr. Lake’s anxious face as she +had seen it that day. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100'></a>100</span> +</p> +<p> +At night, alone in the darkness, there were a few +tears that no one would ever know about. Her joy +in her accepted work was nothing to Ralph Towne. +He did not know about her book and if he knew—would +he care? +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101'></a>101</span><a name='ch8' id='ch8'></a>VIII.—A NOTE OUT OF TUNE.</h2> +<p> +The blossom storm came and blew away the apple +blossoms, the heavy fragrance of the lilacs died, +and the shrubbery became again only a mass of +green leaves and ugly, crooked stems; but amid +this, something happened to Tessa; something that +was worth as much to her as any happenings that +came before it; something that had its beginning +when she was a little school-girl running along the +planks and teasing Felix Harrison. How much certain +jarring words spoken that day and how much +a certain bit of news influenced this happening, +she, in her rigid self-analysis, could not determine! +</p> +<p> +She arose from the breakfast table at the same +instant with her father, saying: “Father, I will +walk to the corner with you.” +</p> +<p> +“We were two souls with one thought,” he replied. +“I intended to ask you for a few minutes.” +</p> +<p> +They crossed the street to the planks. She +slipped her arm through his, and as he took the +fingers on his arm with a warm grasp, she said; “I +never want any lover but you, my dear old father.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102'></a>102</span> +</p> +<p> +“Nonsense, child! Only girls who have had a +heart-break say such things to their old fathers, +and your heart is as good as new, I am sure. +Tessa, I want to see you married before I die.” +</p> +<p> +“May you live till you see me married,” she +answered merrily. “What an old mummy you +will be!” +</p> +<p> +“I have been thinking of something that I want +to say to you. I am an old man and I am not +young for my age—” +</p> +<p> +“Now, father.” +</p> +<p> +“I may live a hundred years, of course, and +grow heartier each year, and like the ‘frisky old +girl,’ die at the age of one hundred and ten, and +‘die by a fall from a cherry-tree then,’ but, still +there’s a chance that I may not. And now, Daughter +Tessa”—his voice became as grave as her eyes, +“I want you to promise me that you will always +take care of your poor little mother; poor little +mother! You are never sharp to her like saucy +Dine, and she rests in you like an acorn in an acorn +cup, although she would be the last to confess it.” +</p> +<p> +“I promise to do my best,” Tessa said very +earnestly. +</p> +<p> +“But that is only a part of it. Promise me that +if she wishes to marry again, and her choice be one +that <em>you</em> approve—” +</p> +<p> +“Approve!” +</p> +<p> +“Approve,” he repeated, “that you will not hinder +but rather further it, and keep Dine from making +her unhappy about it.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103'></a>103</span> +</p> +<p> +“I will not promise. You shall not die,” she +cried passionately. “How can you talk so and +break my heart?” +</p> +<p> +“Dr. Watts says that we all begin to die as soon +as we are born, so I have had to do it pretty thoroughly; +but he was a theologian and not a medical +man. Have you promised?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, sir,” speaking very quietly, “I have promised.” +</p> +<p> +With her hand upon his arm, they kept even +step for ten silent minutes. +</p> +<p> +“Are you writing again?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, sir.” +</p> +<p> +“Then you must walk every day.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I do, rain or shine. I am going down the +road this afternoon to look at the wheat fields and +the oat fields and to see the boys and girls dropping +corn!” +</p> +<p> +“And to wish that you were a little girl dropping +corn?” +</p> +<p> +“No, indeed,” she said earnestly and solemnly. +“I like my own life better than any life I ever knew +in a book or out of a book.” +</p> +<p> +“When I count up my mercies I’ll remember +that.” +</p> +<p> +She was dwelling upon those words of her father +late that afternoon as she sauntered homeward with +her hands full of wild flowers and grasses. +</p> +<p> +“Mystic, will you ride with me?” +</p> +<p> +A feeling of warmth and of tenderness ever crept +into her heart at the sound of this voice. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104'></a>104</span> +</p> +<p> +She loved Dr. Lake. +</p> +<p> +“No, sir, thank you; I am out for a walk and +when I walk I never ride.” +</p> +<p> +“But I want to talk to you—to tell you something.” +She stepped nearer and stood at the carriage +wheel; his voice was sharp and his white +temples hollow. “Sue has refused me,” he began +with a laugh. “I proposed last night, and what do +you think she said? ‘Why, Dr. Lake, you are poor, +and you smell of medicine.’” +</p> +<p> +“They are both true,” she said, not conscious of +what reply she was making. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” he answered bitterly, “they are both true +and will <em>be</em> true until the end of time. Don’t you +think that you could reason with her and change +her mind; you have influence.” He laid his gloved +hand on the hand that rested on the wheel. “It +will kill me, Mystic, if she doesn’t marry me.” +</p> +<p> +So weak, so pitiful! She could have cried. And +all for love of flighty Sue Greyson! +</p> +<p> +“I was sure that she would accept me. She has +done every thing <em>but</em> accept me. I did not know +that a woman would permit a man to take her day +after day into his arms and kiss her unless she intended +to marry him. Would <em>you</em> permit that?” he +asked. +</p> +<p> +“You know that I would not,” she answered +proudly; “but Sue doesn’t know any better; all +she cares for is the ‘fun’ of the moment.” +</p> +<p> +“I have been hoping so long; since Towne went +away; I can’t bear this.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105'></a>105</span> +</p> +<p> +“There is as much strength for you as for any +of us,” she said gently. +</p> +<p> +“But I am too weak to hold it.” +</p> +<p> +And he looked too weak to hold it. She could +not lift her full eyes. “I am so sorry,” was all she +could speak. +</p> +<p> +“There isn’t any thing worth living for anyway; +I, for one, am not thankful for my ‘creation.’ I +wish I was dead and buried and out of sight forever. +Sue Greyson has another offer to whisper to +all Dunellen. I would not stay here, I would go +back to that wretched hospital, but my engagement +with her father extends through another year. +Well, you won’t ride home with me?” +</p> +<p> +“Not to-day, I want to be out in this air.” +</p> +<p> +“And you don’t want to be shut in here with +my growling. I don’t blame you; I’d run away +from myself if I could. I’ll kill half Dunellen and +all Mayfield with overdoses before another night, +and then take a big dose myself. Say, Mystic, you +are posted in these things, where would be the +harm?” +</p> +<p> +“Take it and see.” +</p> +<p> +“Not yet awhile. I am not sure of many things, +but I <em>am</em> sure that a man’s life in this world will +stare in his face in the next. And my life has not +been fit even for your eyes.” +</p> +<p> +Homely, shabby, old, worn, excited, with a sharp +ring in his voice and a stoop in his shoulders. +What was there in him to touch Sue Greyson? +Where was the first point of sympathy? +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106'></a>106</span> +</p> +<p> +Tessa could have taken him into her arms and +cared for him as she would have cared for a child. +</p> +<p> +“I have just seen an old man die; a good old +man; he was over ninety; he prayed to the last; +that is his lips moved and his old wife laid his +hands together; he liked to clasp his hands when +he prayed, she said. She put her ear down close +to his mouth, but she could not distinguish the +words. I was wishing that I could go in his +place, and that he could take up my life and live +it through for me. He would do better with it +than I shall.” +</p> +<p> +“Is not that rather selfish?” +</p> +<p> +“Life is such a sham. I don’t believe in the +transmigration of souls; I don’t want to come back +and pull through another miserable existence.” +</p> +<p> +“I want you to stay this soul in this body; I do +not want to lose you.” +</p> +<p> +“If every woman in the world were like you—” +</p> +<p> +“And every man were as tired and hungry as +you—” +</p> +<p> +“What would he do?” +</p> +<p> +“He would hurry home to a good, hot dinner.” +</p> +<p> +“I have not eaten or drank since yesterday morning. +Sue has a hot dinner waiting for me. She +will sit with me while I eat, and tell me, perhaps, +that she has had a letter from that fellow in Philadelphia, +or that that well-preserved specimen of +manhood, old John Gesner, has asked her to drive +with him. Some flirtation of hers is sauce to every +dish.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107'></a>107</span> +</p> +<p> +“Poor Sue,” sighed Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“She might be happy if she would; I would take +care of her.” +</p> +<p> +“Good-by,” squeezing his fingers through his +glove. “Go home and eat.” +</p> +<p> +“Give me a good word before I go.” +</p> +<p> +“Wait.” +</p> +<p> +“Is that the best word you know?” +</p> +<p> +“It is good enough.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, good day, Mystic,” he said, lifting his hat. +</p> +<p> +She went back to the grassy wayside, thinking. +What right had Sue Greyson’s light fingers to meddle +with a life like Dr. Lake’s? They had not one +taste in common. How could he find her attractive? +She disliked every thing in which he was interested; +it was true that she could sing, sing like +one of the wild birds down in the woods, and he +loved music. +</p> +<p> +She paused and stood leaning against the rails +of a fence, and looked across the green acres of +winter wheat; one day in September she had stood +there watching the men as they were drilling the +wheat; afterward she had seen the tender, green +blades springing up in straight rows, and once she +had seen the whole field green beneath a light +snow. The wind moved her veil slightly, both +hands were drooping as her elbows leaned upon +the upper rail, her cheeks were tinged with the +excitement of Dr. Lake’s words, and her eyes suffused +with a mist that was too sorrowful to drop +with tears. A quick step on the grass at her side +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108'></a>108</span> +did not startle her; she did not stir until a voice +propounded gravely: “If a man should be born +with two heads, on which forehead must he wear +the phylactery?” +</p> +<p> +She turned with a laugh. “Gus, I would know +that was you if I heard the voice and the question +in the Great Desert.” +</p> +<p> +“Can’t you decide?” +</p> +<p> +“My thoughts were not nonsense.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course not, you were labelling and pigeon +holing all that you have thought of since sunrise! +I’ve been sitting on a stone waiting for your conference +to end. Are you in the habit of meeting +strange men and conversing with them.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I came out to meet you.” +</p> +<p> +“I only wish you did! I wish that you would +make a stranger of me and be polite to me. It is +nothing new for you to be wandering on a Saturday +afternoon, and nothing new for you to find me.” +</p> +<p> +“I didn’t find you.” +</p> +<p> +“I intended to give you the honor of the discovery; +now we will share the glory. Shall we +go on?” +</p> +<p> +“I have been to my roots; do you know my +roots? Do you know the corner above Old Place +and the tiny stream?” +</p> +<p> +“I know every corner, and every root, and every +stream. Shall I carry your flowers for you? I +never can see why I should relieve a maiden of a +burden when her avoirdupois equals mine. You +will not give them to me? I have something to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109'></a>109</span> +read to you—something of my own composing—I +composed it in one brilliant wakeful moment—you +will appreciate it.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not believe it.” +</p> +<p> +“Wait until you hear it. Lady Blue, are you +going to be literary and never be married! Woe +to the day when I taught you all you know.” +</p> +<p> +They went on, slowly, for she liked to talk to +Mr. Hammerton. “Father said something like that +this morning and it troubled me; why may I not +do as I like best? Why should he care to see me +married before he dies?” +</p> +<p> +“Why should he not?” +</p> +<p> +“Nonsense. I can take good care of myself; beside,” +with a mischievous glance into his serious +eyes, “I really don’t know whom to marry.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, you could easily find some one. If all else +fail, come to me, and if I am not too busy I will +take you into consideration.” +</p> +<p> +“Thanks, good friend! But you will always be +too busy. What have you to read to me?” +</p> +<p> +“Something that you will appreciate. I wrote +it for you. Stay, sit down, while I read it.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t want to. You can read and walk. The +mother of Mrs. Hemans could read aloud while +walking up hill.” +</p> +<p> +Mr. Hammerton’s voice was not pleasant to a +stranger, but Tessa liked it because it belonged to +him; it was a part of him like his big nose, his +spectacles, and the tiny bald spot over which, every +day, he carefully brushed his hair. The color in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110'></a>110</span> +his cheeks was as pretty as a girl’s, and so was the +delicate whiteness of his forehead; the bushy mustache, +however, made amends for the complexion +that he sometimes regretted; Tessa had once told +him that his big nose, his mustache, and his awkwardness +were all that kept him from being as +pretty as his sister. +</p> +<p> +“I am not the mother of Mrs. Hemans.” He +took a sheet of paper from his pocket-book, and +showed her the poem written in his peculiarly plain, +upright hand. +</p> +<p> +“Excuse my singing and I will read. You must +not think of any thing else.” +</p> +<p> +“I will not.” +</p> +<p> +“You are walking too fast.” +</p> +<p> +She obediently took slower steps. +</p> +<p> +He cleared his throat and, holding the paper near +his eyes, began to read. A shadow gathered in his +listener’s eyes at the first four lines. +</p> +<p> + “A nightingale made a mistake;<br /> + She sang a few notes out of tune,<br /> + Her heart was ready to break,<br /> + And she hid from the moon.<br /> + <br/> + “She wrung her claws, poor thing,<br /> + But was far too proud to speak;<br /> + She tucked her head under her wing,<br /> + And pretended to be asleep.<br /> + <br/> + “A lark arm in arm with a thrush,<br /> + Came sauntering up to the place;<br /> + The nightingale felt herself blush,<br /> + Though feathers hid her face.<br /> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111'></a>111</span> + <br/> + “She knew they had heard her song,<br /> + She felt them snicker and sneer.<br /> + She thought this life was too long,<br /> + And wished she could skip a year.<br /> + <br/> + “‘O, nightingale!’ cooed a dove,<br /> + O, nightingale, what’s the use;<br /> + You bird of beauty and love,<br /> + Why behave like a goose?<br /> + <br/> + “‘Don’t skulk away from our sight,<br /> + Like a common, contemptible fowl;<br /> + You bird of joy and delight,<br /> + Why behave like an owl?<br /> + <br/> + “‘Only think of all you have done;<br /> + Only think of all you can do;<br /> + A false note is really fun<br /> + From such a bird as you.<br /> + <br/> + “‘Lift up your proud little crest:<br /> + Open your musical beak;<br /> + Other birds have to do their best,<br /> + You need only to speak.’<br /> + <br/> + “The nightingale shyly took<br /> + Her head from under her wing,<br /> + And giving the dove a look,<br /> + Straightway began to sing.<br /> + <br/> + “There was never a bird could pass;<br /> + The night was divinely calm;<br /> + And the people stood on the grass,<br /> + To hear that wonderful psalm!<br /> + <br/> + “The nightingale did not care,<br /> + She only sang to the skies;<br /> + Her song ascended there,<br /> + And there she fixed her eyes.<br /> +</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112'></a>112</span></div> +<p> + “The people that stood below<br /> + She knew but little about;<br /> + And this story’s a moral, I know,<br /> + If you’ll try to find it out.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +“How did you know that I need that?” she +asked, taking it from his hand. “Who wrote it?” +</p> +<p> +“I did.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t you know?” +</p> +<p> +“No. I don’t know. I copied it for you.” +</p> +<p> +“Thank you. I thank you very much. You +could not have brought me any thing better.” +</p> +<p> +“I brought you a piece of news, too.” +</p> +<p> +“As good as the poem?” +</p> +<p> +“Nan Gerard thinks so. She is to be married +and to live at Old Place; our castle in the air.” +</p> +<p> +“Old Place isn’t my castle in the air. Who told +you?” +</p> +<p> +“A woman’s question. I never told a woman a +secret yet that she did not reply, ‘Who told you?’ +Mary Sherwood told me, of course. Do you congratulate +Naughty Nan?” +</p> +<p> +“Must I?” +</p> +<p> +“It’s queer that I do not know that man. I +have missed an introduction a thousand times. +Do you congratulate her?” +</p> +<p> +“I am supposed to congratulate <em>him</em>. He is +very lovable.” +</p> +<p> +“I thought that only women were that.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s an admission,” laughed Tessa, “you +cross old bachelor.” +</p> +<p> +“You learned that from Dine.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113'></a>113</span> +</p> +<p> +“No, I learned it from you.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa talked rapidly and lightly, perhaps, because +she did not feel like talking at all. +</p> +<p> +Would he marry Nan Gerard? Why could she +not be glad for Nan Gerard? Why must she be +just a little sorry for herself? Why must it make +a difference to her? Why must the weight of the +flowers be too heavy for her hand, and why must +she give them that toss over a fence across a field? +</p> +<p> +“Your pretty flowers,” expostulated Mr. Hammerton. +</p> +<p> +“I do not care for them; they were withering.” +</p> +<p> +“I have a thought; I wonder why it should +come to me; I am wondering if you and I walk +together here a year from to-day what we shall +be talking about. My prophetic soul reveals to +me that a year makes a difference sometimes.” +</p> +<p> +“I remember a year ago to-day,” she answered. +“A year <em>has</em> made a difference.” +</p> +<p> +“Not to you or me?” +</p> +<p> +“To Nan Gerard?” she answered seriously. +</p> +<p> +“But that does not affect us.” +</p> +<p> +Did it not? A year ago to-day Ralph Towne +had brought her some English violets, and she had +pressed them and thrown a thought about him +and about them into a poem. To-day had he taken +violets to Nan Gerard? +</p> +<p> +“Lady Blue; you are absent-minded.” +</p> +<p> +“Am I? I was only labelling and pigeon-holing +a thought; it is to be laid away to moulder +with the dust of ages.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114'></a>114</span> +</p> +<p> +“A thought that can not be spoken?” +</p> +<p> +“A thought that it was folly to think, and that +would be worse than folly to speak.” +</p> +<p> +If he replied she did not hear; they sauntered +on, she keeping the path and he walking on the +grass. +</p> +<p> +A carriage passed, driving slowly. The two ladies +within watched the pedestrians,—a fair-faced +girl with thoughtful eyes, and a tall man with an +intellectual face,—as if they were a part of the landscape +of the spring. +</p> +<p> + “‘In the spring a young man’s fancy—’”<br /> +</p> +<p> +laughingly quoted one of them. +</p> +<p> +“Will she accept or refuse him?” asked the other. +</p> +<p> +“If she do either it will be once and forever,” +was the reply seriously given. “Did you notice her +mouth? She has been very much troubled, but she +can be made very glad.” +</p> +<p> +After the carriage had passed, Mr. Hammerton +spoke, “I am glad we amused those people; they +failed to decide whether or not we are lovers.” +</p> +<p> +“They have very little penetration, then,” said +Tessa. “I am too languid and you are too unconscious.” +</p> +<p> +“There is nothing further to be said; you do not +know what you have nipped in the bud.” +</p> +<p> +“I suppose we never know that.” +</p> +<p> +Dinah met them at the gate, her wind-blown +curls and laughing eyes in striking contrast to the +older face that had lost all its color. Tessa did not +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115'></a>115</span> +see that Mr. Hammerton’s eyes were studying the +change in her face; she had no more care of the +changes in her face with him than with Dinah. +</p> +<p> +“I’ll be in about eight,” he said to Dinah, as Tessa +brushed past him to enter the gate. +</p> +<p> +Another thing that influenced impressible Tessa +this day, was a talk at the tea-table. They were +sitting around the tea-table cozily, the four people +who, in her mother’s thought, constituted all Tessa’s +world. Mr. Wadsworth in an easy position in his +arm-chair was listening to his three girls and deciding +that his little wife was really the handsomest +and sprightliest woman that he had ever seen, +that happy little Dine was as bewitching as she +could well be, and that Tessa, the light of his eyes, +was like no one else in all the world. Not that any +stranger sitting in his arm-chair would have looked +through his eyes, but he was an old man, disappointed +in his life, and his three girls were all of +earth and a part of heaven to him. They were all +talking and he was satisfied to listen. “I believe +that some girls are born without a mother’s heart,” +Mrs. Wadsworth said in reply to a story of Dine’s +about a young mother in Dunellen who had slapped +her baby, saying that she hated it and was nothing +but a slave to it! “Now, here’s Tessa. <em>She</em> has no +motherliness. Only this morning Freddie Stone fell +down near the gate and hurt his head; his screams +were terrifying, but she went on working and let +him scream. As I said it is all as girls are born.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” answered Tessa, in the deliberate way in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116'></a>116</span> +which she had schooled herself to reply to her +mother, “I know that your last assertion is true. +There was a lady in school, a teacher of mathematics, +she acknowledged that she did not love her +own little girls as other mothers seemed to do. +She stated it as she would have stated any fact in +geometry; perhaps she thought that she was no +more responsible for one than for the other. The +mere fact of motherhood does not bring mother +love within; any mother that does not give to her +child a true idea of the mother-heart of God fails +utterly in being a mother. She may be a nurse, a +paid nurse, or a nurse upon compulsion; any hired +nurse can wash a child’s face, can tie its sash and +make pretty things for it to wear, and <em>any</em> nurse, +who was never mother to a child, can teach it what +God means when He says, ‘as a mother comforteth.’ +Miss Jewett could not be happier in her Bible class +girls if they were all her own children; she +says so herself. Mary Sherwood said to her one +day, ‘If my mother were like you, how different I +should have been!’” +</p> +<p> +“Such a case is an exception,” returned Mrs. +Wadsworth excitedly. +</p> +<p> +“Nineteen out of her twenty-three girls tell her +their troubles when they would not tell their own +mothers,” said Dinah. “She has twenty-three secret +drawers to keep their secrets in.” +</p> +<p> +“She has time to listen to fol-de-rol. She advises +them all to marry for some silly notion and +let a good home slip, I’ve no doubt.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117'></a>117</span> +</p> +<p> +“I expect that twenty-one of her girls have refused +John Gesner,” laughed Mr. Wadsworth. “He +will have to bribe Miss Jewett to let them alone.” +</p> +<p> +“Only twenty, father,” said Dine. “Tessa and +Sue and I are waiting to do it.” +</p> +<p> +“I will make this house too uncomfortable for +the one of you that does refuse him.” +</p> +<p> +“Mother! mother!” remonstrated Mr. Wadsworth +gently. +</p> +<p> +“He’ll never have the honor,” said Dine. “Mr. +Lewis Gesner is the gentleman; I have always admired +him. Haven’t you, Tessa?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; I like to shake hands with him; he has a +trustworthy face.” +</p> +<p> +“So much for the mothers of Dunellen, Tessa; +how about the fathers? Would the girls like to +have Miss Jewett for a father, too?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, the fathers have the bread-winning to do. +If the mothers do not understand, we can not expect +the fathers to understand. There was a girl +at school who had had a hard home experience; +she told me that she never repeated the second +word of the Lord’s prayer; that she said instead: +Our Lord, who art in heaven?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, deary me! How dreadful!” cried Dinah, +moving nearer the arm-chair and dropping her +head on her father’s shoulder. “Didn’t she <em>ever</em> +learn to say it?” +</p> +<p> +“Not while we were at school.” +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, you can talk,” said her mother. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” said Tessa, humbly, “I can talk.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118'></a>118</span> +</p> +<p> +“She was a very wicked girl,” continued Mrs. +Wadsworth. “I don’t see how she dared; I should +think that she would have been afraid of dying in +her sleep as a judgment sent upon her.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps she did not repeat the prayer as a +charm,” answered Tessa, in her clearest tones. +</p> +<p> +Dinah lifted her head to laugh. +</p> +<p> +“You upheld her, no doubt,” declared Mrs. Wadsworth. +</p> +<p> +“I sympathized with her as they who never had +a pain can feel for the sick,” said Tessa, smiling +into her father’s eyes. +</p> +<p> +“How did you talk to her?” asked Dine. +</p> +<p> +“What is talk? I only told her to wait and she +would know.” +</p> +<p> +“It’s easy to talk,” said Mrs. Wadsworth uncomfortably. +“You can talk an hour about sympathy, +but you didn’t run out to Freddie Stone.” +</p> +<p> +“Why didn’t you?” inquired her father seriously. +</p> +<p> +Tessa laughed, while Dine answered. +</p> +<p> +“Mother was there talking as fast as she could +talk, Bridget was there with a basin of water and +a sponge, Mrs. Bird had run over, a carriage with +two ladies, a coachman and a footman had stopped +to look on, and oh, I was there too. He was somewhat +bloody.” +</p> +<p> +“You are excused, daughter. Save your energies +for a time of greater need.” +</p> +<p> +“Energies! Need!” tartly exclaimed Mrs. Wadsworth. +“If she begins to be literary, she will care +for nothing else.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119'></a>119</span> +</p> +<p> +“I see no evidence of a lessening interest yet,” +replied her father. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I might know that you would encourage +her. She might as well have the small-pox as +far as her prospects go! A needle is a woman’s +weapon.” +</p> +<p> +“You forget her tongue, mother,” suggested +Dine. “Oh, Tessa, what is that about a needle; +Mrs. Browning says it.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa repeated: +</p> +<p> + “‘A woman takes a housewife from her breast,<br /> + And plucks the delicatest needle out<br /> + As ’twere a rose, and pricks you carefully<br /> + ’Neath nails, ’neath eyelids, in your nostrils,—say,<br /> + A beast would roar so tortured—but a man,<br /> + A human creature, must not, shall not flinch,<br /> + No, not for shame.’”<br /> +</p> +<p> +“Some woman wrote that when she’d have done +better to be sewing for her husband, I’ll warrant,” +commented Mrs. Wadsworth. Mr. Wadsworth +looked grave. +</p> +<p> +“Oh she had a literary husband,” replied Tessa, +mischievously. “A word that rhymed with supper +would do instead of bread and butter; and he cared +more for one of her poems than he did for his +buttons.” +</p> +<p> +“Literary men don’t grow on every bush; and +they don’t take to literary women, either,” said her +mother. +</p> +<p> +“Mother, you forget the Howitts, William and +Mary; what good, good times they have taking +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_120'></a>120</span> +long walks and writing; like you and Gus, Tessa, +and Mr. and Mrs. Browning—” +</p> +<p> +“You don’t find such people in Dunellen; <em>we</em> live +in Dunellen. Gus will choose a woman that doesn’t +care for books, and so will Mr. Towne, mark my +words! And so will Felix Harrison, even if he is +killing himself with study.” +</p> +<p> +“He is improving greatly,” said Mr. Wadsworth, +pulling one of Dine’s long curls straight. “He is +going away Monday to finish his studies.” +</p> +<p> +“I honor him,” said Tessa, flushing slightly. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t,” said Dine, “he sha’n’t have you, Tessa. +Don’t honor him.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s all you and your father think of—keeping +Tessa. She needs the wear and tear of married +life to give her character.” +</p> +<p> +“It’s queer about that,” rejoined Tessa in a perplexed +tone, playing with her napkin ring. “If +such discipline <em>be</em> the best, why is any woman +permitted to be without it? Why does not the +fitting husband appear as soon as the girl begins +to wish for him? In the East, where it is shameful +for a girl not to be married at eleven, I have +yet to learn that the wives are noted for strength +or beauty of character.” +</p> +<p> +“You may talk,” said her mother, heatedly, “but +two years hence <em>you</em> will dance in a brass kettle.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope that I shall work in it,” answered Tessa, +coloring painfully, however. Whether her lips +were touched with a slight contempt, or tremulous +because she was very, very much hurt, Dinah could +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_121'></a>121</span> +not decide; she was silent because she could not +think of any thing sharp enough to reply; she never +liked to be <em>too</em> saucy. +</p> +<p> +Mr. Wadsworth spoke in his genial voice: “It’s +a beautiful thing, daughters, to help a good man +live a good life.” +</p> +<p> +Dinah thought: “I would love to do such a beautiful +thing.” Tessa was saying to herself, “Oh, +what should I do if my father were to die!” +</p> +<p> +Mr. Wadsworth pushed back his chair, went +around to his wife and kissed her. Tessa loved +him for it. +</p> +<p> +“You have helped a good man, a good old man, +haven’t you, fairy?” he said, smoothing the hair +that was as pretty as Dinah’s. +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” answered his wife, and Tessa shivered +from head to foot. “People all said that you were +a different man after you were married.” +</p> +<p> +“I’m going over to Norah’s,” cried Dinah. “I +told her that I would come to write our French +together. And, oh, father! I forgot to tell you, +Gus will be in about eight.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know that I care for chess; I can not +concentrate my attention as I could a year ago.” +</p> +<p> +“Why do you run off if he is coming?” asked +Mrs. Wadsworth. +</p> +<p> +“He comes too often to be attended to,” Dine +answered. “Won’t you be around, Tessa?” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa had resolved to give the evening to writing +letters, and was passing through the dining-room with +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_122'></a>122</span> +a china candlestick in her hand, when +her father, reading Shakespeare at the round table, +on which stood a shaded lamp, detained her by +catching at her dress. +</p> +<p> +“Set your light down, daughter, and stay a +moment.” +</p> +<p> +With her hand upon his shoulder, she looked +down over the page he was reading: +</p> +<p> + “‘Heaven doth with us as we with torches do;<br /> + Not light them for themselves—’”<br /> +</p> +<p> +she read aloud. +</p> +<p> +“I made my will to-day,” he said quietly; “that +is, I changed it. Lewis Gesner and Gus Hammerton, +my tried friends, were in the office at the time. +If you ever need a friend, daughter, any thing done +for you that Gus can not do—I count on him as the +friend of my girls for life—go to Lewis Gesner.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t want a friend; I have you.” +</p> +<p> +“If I should tell your mother about the will she +would go into hysterics, and Dine would be sure +that I am going to die; I have divided my little +all equally among my three. That is, all but this +house and garden, which I have given to my elder +daughter, Theresa Louise. It is to be hers solely, +without any gainsaying. Your mother will fume +when the fact is made known to her, but I give it +to you that my three girls may always have a +roof, humble though it be, over their heads. The +old man did not know how to make money, but he +left them enough to be comfortable all their lives +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_123'></a>123</span> +there was never any need that his wife should worry +and work, or that his daughter should marry for a +home. Very good record for the old man; eh, +daughter?” +</p> +<p> +She laid her cheek against the bald forehead and +put both arms around his neck. +</p> +<p> +“And, Tessa, child, your mother is half right +about you; don’t have any notions about marriage; +promise me that you will marry—for you will, some +day—but for the one best reason.” +</p> +<p> +“What is that?” she asked roguishly. “How +am I to know?” +</p> +<p> +“What do you think?” +</p> +<p> +“Because somebody needs me and I can do him +good.” +</p> +<p> +“A Hottentot might urge that; you will find the +reason in time. Don’t make an idol; that is your +temperament.” +</p> +<p> +“I know it.” +</p> +<p> +“And above all things don’t sacrifice yourself; +few men appreciate being done good to! I know +men, they are terribly human. Gus Hammerton is +a fine fellow.” +</p> +<p> +“<em>He</em> is terribly human,” she answered with a little +laugh. +</p> +<p> +“Am I harsh towards your mother ever, do you +think?” he asked in a changed tone. +</p> +<p> +“Why, <em>no</em>,” she exclaimed in surprise. +</p> +<p> +“I used to be. I tried to mould her. Don’t <em>you</em> +ever try to mould any body; now run away to your +work or to your book! Don’t sigh over me, I am +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_124'></a>124</span> +‘well and hearty.’ How short my life seems when +I look back. Such dreams as I had. It’s all right, +though.” +</p> +<p> +She could not run away, for the door-bell, in answer +to a most decided pull, detained her; she +opened it, expecting to see Mr. Hammerton, but +to her surprise, and but slightly to her pleasure, +Felix Harrison stood there in broad-shouldered +health. +</p> +<p> +“Good evening,” she said with some bewilderment. +</p> +<p> +“Do I startle you?” he asked in the old gracious, +winning manner. “May I come in?” +</p> +<p> +“I am very glad to see you. Will you walk into +my parlor, Mr. Fly?” +</p> +<p> +The one tall candle in the china candlestick was +the only light in the room. She set it upon the table, +saying, “Excuse me, and I will bring a light, +that we may the better look at each other. The +light of other days is hardly sufficient.” +</p> +<p> +“It is enough for me,” he said, pushing the ottoman +towards one of the low arm-chairs. “Sit down +and I will take the ottoman. The parrot recognizes +me.” +</p> +<p> +Her hand moved nervously on the arm of her +chair; the hand was larger now than when it +had spilled ink on his copy-book, larger even than +when it had written her first, shy, proud, indignant +refusal. +</p> +<p> +“You are not the tempest you used to be,” he +said smiling after a survey of her face. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_125'></a>125</span> +</p> +<p> +“<em>Wasn’t</em> I a tempest? I have outgrown my little +breezes. In time I may become as gentle as a +zephyr.” +</p> +<p> +“You always were gentle enough.” +</p> +<p> +“Not to you.” +</p> +<p> +“Not to me when I tormented you.” +</p> +<p> +“Probably I should not be gentle if I were tormented +now.” +</p> +<p> +She had never decided to which of the five thousand +shades of green Felix Harrison’s eyes belonged; +they were certainly green; one of the +English poets had green eyes, she wondered if +they were like Felix Harrison’s. To-night they +glittered as if they were no color at all. This face +beside her was a spiritualized face; a strong mouth +as sweet as a woman’s, a round benevolent chin; a +low, square forehead; hair as light as her own; his +side face as he turned at least five years younger +than the full face; she had often laughed at his +queer fashion of growing old and growing young. +At times, in the years when they were more together +than of late, he had changed so greatly that, +after not having seen him for several days she had +passed him in the street without recognition; these +times had been in those indignant times after she +had refused him; that they were more than indignant +times to him she was made painfully aware +by these changes in his rugged face. +</p> +<p> +“I have been thinking over those foolish times,” +she said, breaking the silence. “I am glad that +you came in to-night; I am in a mood for confessing +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_126'></a>126</span> +my wrong-doings; I have said many quick +words; you know you always had the talent for +irritating me.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I always worried you.” +</p> +<p> +“You did not intend to,” she said hastily, watching +the movement of his lips; “we did not understand, +that is all. It takes longer than a summer +and a winter for heart to answer to heart.” +</p> +<p> +“We have known each other many summers +and many winters.” +</p> +<p> +“And now we are old, sensible, hard-working +people; having given up all nonsense we are discovering +the sense there is in sense.” +</p> +<p> +He turned his face with a listening look in his +eyes. +</p> +<p> +“Did not some one come in? Shall we be disturbed?” +</p> +<p> +“Not unless we wish to be. It is only Mr. Hammerton, +he is a great friend of father’s. He renews +his youth in him.” +</p> +<p> +“Is he not <em>your</em> friend?” +</p> +<p> +How well she remembered his suspicious, exacting +questions! +</p> +<p> +“He is my best friend,” she said proudly. +</p> +<p> +“I wish I was in heaven,” he said, his voice +grown weak. “Every thing goes wrong with me; +every thing has gone wrong all my life. Father +is in a rage because I will not stay home; he offered +me to-day the deed for two hundred acres as +a bribe. I should be stronger to-day but that he +worked my life out when I was a growing boy.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_127'></a>127</span> +</p> +<p> +“A country life is best for you. Your old homestead +is the loveliest place around, with its deep +eaves and dormer-windows and vines. That wide +hall is one of my pleasant recollections, and the +porch that looks into the garden, the blue hills +away off, and the cool woods, the thrushes and the +robins and the whip-poor-will at twilight; that solitary +note sets me to crying, or it used to when I +dreamed dreams and told them to Laura! I hope +that Laura will love the place too well to leave it; +it is my ideal of a home; much more than splendid +Old Place is.” +</p> +<p> +“I will stay if you will come and live in it with +me,” he said quietly. +</p> +<p> +“I like my own home better,” she answered as +quietly. “Are you stronger than you were?” +</p> +<p> +“Much stronger. I have not had one of those +attacks since March. Lake warns me; but I am +twice the man that he is! How he coughed last +winter! I haven’t any thing to live for, anyway.” +</p> +<p> +“It is very weak for you to say that.” +</p> +<p> +“Whose fault is it that I am so weak? Whose +fault is it that my life is spoiled? You have spoiled +every thing for me by playing fast and loose with +me.” +</p> +<p> +“I never did that,” she answered indignantly. +“You accuse me wrongfully.” +</p> +<p> +“Every time you speak to me or look at me you +give me hope; an hour with you I live on for +months. O, Tessa,” dropping his head in both +hands, “I have loved you all my life.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_128'></a>128</span> +</p> +<p> +“I know it,” she said solemnly. “Can’t you be +brave and bear it?” +</p> +<p> +“I <em>am</em> bearing it. I am bearing it and it is +killing me. You never had the water ebb and +flow, ebb and flow when you were dying of thirst. +Women can not suffer; they are heartless, all their +heart is used in causing men to suffer. A touch +of your hand, the color in your cheek, a dropping +of your eyes, talks to me and tells me a lie; and +then you go up-stairs and kneel down to Him, who +is the truth-maker! You are a covenant-breaker. +You have looked at me scores of times as if you +loved me; you have told me that you like to be +with me; and when I come to you and ask you like +a man to become my wife, you blush and falter, and +answer like a woman—<em>no</em>. I beg your pardon—” +</p> +<p> +The tears stood in her eyes but would not fall. +</p> +<p> +“I did not come here to upbraid you. I did not +start from home with the intention of coming; but +I saw you through the window with your arms +around your father’s neck and I thought, ‘Her +heart is soft to-night; she will listen to me.’ I +was drawn in, as you always draw me, against my +better judgment. I shall not trouble you again; I +am going away. Tessa,” suddenly snatching both +hands, “if you are so sorry for me, why can’t you +love me?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know,” not withdrawing her hands, +“something hinders. I honor you. I admire you. +Your love for me is a great rest to me; I want to +wrap myself up in it and go to sleep; I do not +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_129'></a>129</span> +want to give it up—no one else loves me, and I <em>do</em> +want somebody to love me.” +</p> +<p> +“I will love you; only let me. Marry me and I +will stay at home; I will do for you all that a human +heart and two human hands can do; I will <em>be</em> +to you all that you will help me to be.” +</p> +<p> +“But I do not want to marry you,” she said perplexed. +“I should have to give up too much. I +love my home and the people in it better than I +love you.” +</p> +<p> +“I will not take you away; you shall have them +all; you shall come to them and they shall come +to you; remember that I have never loved any +one but you—” the great tears were rolling down +his cheeks. “I am not worth it; I am not worthy +to speak to you, or even to hold your hands +like this.” He broke down utterly, sobbing wearily +and excitedly. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t, oh, don’t,” she cried hurriedly. “I may +grow to love you if you want me to so much, +and you are good and true, I can believe every +word you say—not soon—in two or three years +perhaps.” +</p> +<p> +His tears were on her hands, and he had loved +her all her life; no one else loved her, no one else +ever would love her like this; he was good and +true, and she wanted some one to love her; she +wanted to be sure of love somewhere and then to +go to sleep. Her father should see her married before +he died; her mother would never— +</p> +<p> +“You have promised,” he cried, in a thick voice. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_130'></a>130</span> +“You have promised and you never break your +word.” +</p> +<p> +“I have promised and I never break my word; +but you must not speak of it to any one, not even +to Laura, and I will not tell father, or Gus, or Miss +Jewett, or Dine; no one must guess it for one year—it +is so sudden and strange! I couldn’t bear to +hear it spoken of; and if you are very gentle and +do not <em>try</em> to make me love you—you must not +kiss me, or put your arms around me, you know +I never did like that, and perhaps that is one +reason why I never liked you before—you must +let me alone, let love come of itself and grow of +itself.” +</p> +<p> +“I will,” he uttered brokenly, and rose up trembling +from head to foot. “May God bless you!—bless +you!—bless you!” +</p> +<p> +It was better for him to leave her; the strain had +been too great for both. +</p> +<p> +“I must be alone; I must go out under the stars +and thank God.” +</p> +<p> +She lifted her face to his and kissed him. How +unutterably glad and thankful she was in all her +life afterward that she gave that kiss unasked. +</p> +<p> +“God bless you, my darling,” he said tenderly, +“and He <em>will</em> bless you for this.” +</p> +<p> +Bewildered, not altogether unhappy, she sat alone +while he went out under the stars. +</p> +<p> +Was this the end of all her girlhood’s dreams? +</p> +<p> +Only Felix Harrison! Must she pass all her life +with him? Must her father and mother and Gus +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_131'></a>131</span> +and Dine be not so much to her because Felix Harrison +had become more—had become most? And +Ralph Towne? Ought she to love Felix as she +had loved him? +</p> +<p> +The hurried questions were answerless. She did +not belong to herself; not any more to her father +as she had belonged to him half an hour since with +both her arms around his neck. Love constituted +ownership, and she belonged to Felix through this +mighty right of love; did he belong to her through +the same divine right? +</p> +<p> +He was thanking God and so must she thank +Him. +</p> +<p> +“Tessa,” called her father, “come here, daughter!” +</p> +<p> +With the candle in her hand, she stood in the +door-way of the sitting-room. “Well,” she said. +</p> +<p> +“With whom were you closeted?” asked Mr. +Hammerton, looking up from the chess-board. +</p> +<p> +The effort to speak in her usual tone lent to her +voice a sharpness that startled herself. +</p> +<p> +“Felix Harrison.” +</p> +<p> +“Your old tormentor!” suggested Mr. Hammerton. +</p> +<p> +“Who ever called him that?” She came to the +table, set the candlestick down and looked over +the chess-board. +</p> +<p> +“She has refused him again,” mentally decided +Mr. Hammerton, carefully moving his queen. +</p> +<p> +“I called you, daughter, because Gus withstood +me out and out about ‘Heaven doth with us as we +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_132'></a>132</span> +with torches do.’ Find it and let his obstinate +eyes behold!” +</p> +<p> +She opened the volume, turning the leaves with +fingers that trembled. “Truly enough,” she was +thinking, “a year from to-day will find a difference.” +</p> +<p> +“Now I am going over for Dine,” she said, after +Mr. Hammerton had acknowledged himself in the +wrong. +</p> +<p> +“Permit me to accompany you,” he said. Even +with Tessa Wadsworth, Gus Hammerton was often +formal. They found Dinah bidding Norah good-by +at Mr. Bird’s gate; they were laughing at nothing, +as usual. +</p> +<p> +“Let us walk to the end of the planks,” suggested +Mr. Hammerton. “On a night like this I +could tramp till sunrise.” He drew Tessa’s arm +through his, saying, “Now, Dine, take the other +fin.” +</p> +<p> +The end of the planks touched a piece of woods; +at the entrance of the wood stood an old building, +windowless, doorless, chimneyless; the school children +knew that it was haunted. +</p> +<p> +“We’re afraid,” laughed Dine; “the old hut looks +ghostly.” +</p> +<p> +“It <em>is</em> ghostly, I will relate its history. Once +upon a time, upon a dark night, so dark that +I could not see the white horse upon which I +rode—” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, that’s splendid,” cried Dinah, hanging contentedly +upon his arm. “Listen, Tessa.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_133'></a>133</span> +</p> +<p> +But Tessa could not listen. She was feeling +the peace that rested over the woods, the fields; +that was enwrapping Old Place, and further down +the dim road the low-eaved homestead that must +thenceforth be home to her. There could be no +more air-castles; her future was decided. She had +turned the leaf and discovered a name that hitherto +had meant so little: Felix Harrison. Not Ralph +Towne; a year ago to-night it was English violets +and Ralph Towne. The peace that brooded over +all might be hers, if only she would be content. +</p> +<p> +At this moment,—while she was trying to be content, +trying to believe that she could interpret the +peace of the shining stars, and while she was hearing +the sound of her companion’s words, a solemn, +even tone that rolled on in unison with her +thoughts,—two people far away were thinking of +her; thinking of her, but not wishing and not +daring to speak her name. +</p> +<p> +“I can not understand, Ralph. I was sure that +we would bring Naughty Nan away with us.” +</p> +<p> +“Truly, mother, I would have pleased you, if I +could.” +</p> +<p> +“You are too serious for her; with all her mischievous +advances,—like a white kitten provokingly +putting out its paw,—she was more than +half afraid of you.” +</p> +<p> +“It does not hurt her to be afraid.” +</p> +<p> +“She is most bewitching.” +</p> +<p> +“Now, mother! But it is too late; she will understand +by my parting words that I do not expect to see her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_134'></a>134</span> +soon again. In my mind is a +memory that has kept me from loving that delicious +Naughty Nan.” +</p> +<p> +“Is the memory a fancy?” +</p> +<p> +“No; it is too real for my ease of mind. If I +were a poet, which I am not, I should think that +her spirit haunted me.” +</p> +<p> +“Can you tell me no more of her? That daughter +that I might have had!” +</p> +<p> +“I do not understand her: she is beyond me, she +baffles me.” +</p> +<p> +“I read of a man once who loved a woman too +well to marry any one else, and yet he did not love +her well enough to marry her.” +</p> +<p> +“Was he a fool?” +</p> +<p> +“Answer the question for yourself. Are <em>you</em> a +fool?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I am. I do not know my own mind. I +should call another man a fool.” +</p> +<p> +“It may not be too late,” she gently urged. +</p> +<p> +“Too late for what?” he asked irritably. +</p> +<p> +“To be wise.” +</p> +<p> +In a few moments he spoke in an abrupt, changed +tone— +</p> +<p> +“Mother! I have decided at last. I shall hang +out my shingle in Dunellen. It is a picturesque +little city, and the climate is as good for you as the +south of France.” +</p> +<p> +“I am very glad,” she answered cordially. “You +are a born physician, you are cool, you are quick, +you are gentle; you can keep your feelings under +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_135'></a>135</span> +perfect control. You are not quite a Stoic, but you +will do very well for one.” +</p> +<p> +“But you will not be happy at Old Place without +me.” +</p> +<p> +“Why should I be without you?” +</p> +<p> +“You have noticed that large, wide brick house +on the opposite side of the Park from Miss Jewett’s? +It has a garden and stable; it is just the house for +us; you may have two rooms thrown into one for +your sitting-room and any other changes that you +please.” +</p> +<p> +“I remember it, I like the situation; there are +English sparrows in the trees.” +</p> +<p> +“We will take that for the present. John Gesner +owns it; he will make his own price if he sees that +I want it, I suppose. I <em>do</em> want it. There are not +many things that I desire more. You and I will +have a green old age at Old Place.” +</p> +<p> +“You forget that I am thirty years older than +you, my son.” +</p> +<p> +By accident, one day, Mrs. Towne had come +across, in one of the drawers of her son’s writing-table, +a large photograph of Tessa Wadsworth, a +vignette, and she had gazed long upon her; the +face was not beautiful, one would not even think +of it as pretty, but it was fine, intellectual, sensitive, +and sweet. In searching for an old letter not +long before leaving home, she had discovered this +picture, defaced and torn into several pieces. +</p> +<p> +“Ralph, you will not be angry with your white-headed +old mother, but were you ever refused?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_136'></a>136</span> +</p> +<p> +“No,” he said, laughing. “A dozen women may +have been ready to refuse me, but not one ever did.” +</p> +<p> +“Nor accepted you, either,” she continued, +shrewdly. +</p> +<p> +He arose and began to pace the floor; after some +turns of excited movement, he came to her and +stood behind her chair. “I know that I have been +accepted; I know that I asked when I did not +intend to ask—that is—I was carried beyond myself; +I asked when I did not know that I was +asking.” +</p> +<p> +“What shall you do now?” +</p> +<p> +“I shall ask in reality; I shall confess myself in +the wrong.” +</p> +<p> +“And she?” +</p> +<p> +“And she? She has the tenderest heart in the +world. She has forgiven me long ago.” +</p> +<p> +“Do not trust her eyes and forget her lips,” +warned his mother. “Love is slain sometimes.” +</p> +<p> +He resumed his walk with a less confident air. +He <em>had</em> forgotten her lips. +</p> +<p> +Would Tessa have cared to hear this? Would +she have forgotten Felix, his blessing and the quiet +of the holy stars? +</p> +<p> +“Oh,” cried Dinah, with her little shout (she +would not have been Dinah without that little +shout), “Oh, Tessa, did you hear?” +</p> +<p> +“She is star-gazing,” said Mr. Hammerton. +</p> +<p> +“It isn’t a true story,” pleaded Dinah. “You +didn’t really see him hanging by the rope and the +woman looking on.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_137'></a>137</span> +</p> +<p> +“My young friend, it is an allegory; that is what +you will drive some man to some day.” +</p> +<p> +“You know I won’t. What is the name of that +bright star?” +</p> +<p> +“It isn’t a star, it’s a planet.” +</p> +<p> +“How do I know the difference?” +</p> +<p> +“Lady Blue knows.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you call her that because her eyes are so +blue or because she is a blue-stocking?” +</p> +<p> +“She is not a blue-stocking; I will not allow it. +It is for her eyes.” +</p> +<p> +“Gus,” said Dinah, “I can’t understand things.” +</p> +<p> +“What things?” +</p> +<p> +“Tennyson’s Dream of Fair Women.” +</p> +<p> +“I shouldn’t think you could. I have spent +hours on it trying to make it out. You look up +Marc Antony and Cleopatra—” +</p> +<p> +“As if I had to.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, look up the daughter of the warrior Gileadite, +and fair Rosamond, and angered Eleanor, +and Fulvia, and Joan of Arc.” +</p> +<p> +“And will you read it to us, and talk all about +it?” cried Dinah in delight. “I like King Lear +when father reads it, but I can’t understand Shakespeare; +he is all conversations.” +</p> +<p> +Mr. Hammerton laughed, and patted her head. +“I will bring you the stories that Charles and +Mary Lamb gathered from Shakespeare.” +</p> +<p> +“Shall we turn?” asked Tessa, slipping her hand +through his arm; he instantly imprisoned her fingers. +Felix would be troubled and angry she knew, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_138'></a>138</span> +even at this clasp of an old friend’s hand. Jealousy +was his one strong passion; he was jealous of the +books she read, of the letters she received, of every +word spoken to her that he did not hear; she wondered +as her fingers drew themselves free, if he +would ever become jealous of her prayers. +</p> +<p> +She drew a long breath as the weight of her +bondage fell heavier and heavier; and then, he was +so demonstrative, so lavish of his caresses, and her +ideal of a lover was one who held himself aloof, +who kept his hands and his lips to himself. She +sighed more than once as she kept even pace with +the others. +</p> +<p> +“Has the nightingale made a mistake?” asked +Mr. Hammerton, as they were crossing to the gate. +</p> +<p> +“She only made one mistake. I wonder how +many I <em>can</em> make if I do my best to make them.” +</p> +<p> +Dinah opened the gate; her father’s light streamed +through the windows over the garden, down the +path. +</p> +<p> +“Good night,” said Mr. Hammerton. “Oh, I just +remember, what shall I do? I asked my cousin +Mary to go to a lecture on Burns with me to-night, +and I declare! I never thought of it until +this minute.” +</p> +<p> +“Mary Sherwood will give it to you,” said Dinah. +“I wonder what your wife will do with you.” +</p> +<p> +“A wife’s first duty is obedience,” he answered. +</p> +<p> +“I’d like to see the man I’d promise to obey,” said +Dinah, quickly. +</p> +<p> +“I expect you would,” he said gravely. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_139'></a>139</span> +</p> +<p> +Dine darted after him to box his ears, words being +impotent, and Tessa went into the house. “I +think I’ll pigeon-hole <em>this</em> day and then go to bed,” +she said, a merry gleam crossing her eyes; “between +my two walks on the planks to-day, I have lived +half a lifetime. I hope Dr. Lake is asleep; I will +never hurt Felix as he is hurt.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_140'></a>140</span><a name='ch9' id='ch9'></a>IX.—THE NEW MORNING.</h2> +<p> +Her eyes were wide open an hour before the +dawn; as the faint light streamed through the east +and glowed brighter and brighter along the rim of +the south that she could see from her position on +the pillow, she arose, wrapped a shawl about her, +and went to the window to watch the new morning. +On the last night of the old year she had +watched the sunset standing at her western window, +then the light had gone out of her life and all +the world was dark; now, in the new year, her private +and personal new year, the light was rising, +creeping up slowly into the sky, the gold, the faint +rose and the bright rose running into each other, +softening, blending, glowing deeper and deeper as +she watched. This new morning that was an old +morning to so many other eyes that were looking +out upon it; this new morning that would be again +for Dinah, perhaps, and for all the other girls +that were growing up into God’s kingdom on the +earth! The robins in Mr. Bird’s apple orchard +were awake, too, and chanticleer down the road +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_141'></a>141</span> +had proclaimed the opening of another new day +with all his lusty might. She wondered, as she +listened and looked, if Felix were standing in the +light of the morning on the porch, or he might be +walking up and down the long garden path. And +thanking God? She wished that she were thanking +God. She was thanking Him for the light, the +colors, the refreshing, misty air, the robins and +the white and pink wealth of apple blossoms; but +she was not thanking Him because Felix Harrison +loved her. +</p> +<p> +“And that night they caught nothing.” +</p> +<p> +The words repeated themselves with startling +clearness. What connection could they possibly +have with the sunrise? Oh, now she knew; it +was because the fishermen had seen the Lord upon +the shore in the morning. +</p> +<p> +<em>She</em> had caught nothing; all her night of toil +had been fruitless; she had striven and hoped and +dreamed, oh, how she had dreamed of all that she +would do and become! And now she could not be +glad of any thing. +</p> +<p> +The years had ended in having Felix Harrison +love her; that was all. She had lived her childhood +and girlhood through for such a time as this. +</p> +<p> +This new year had brought more hard things to +bear than any of the old years; if she could only +tell some one who would care and sympathize with +her and help her not only to bear but to do and to +become; but her father would be justly angry and +exclaim, “Madness, daughter,” her mother would +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_142'></a>142</span> +laugh and look perplexed, Miss Jewett would say, +“O, Tessa, Tessa, I didn’t think such a thing of +you,” and Mr. Towne—but she had no right to +think of him! And Gus! He would look at her +steadily and say nothing; he would be disappointed +in her if he knew that she could promise with +her lips, with no love in her heart save the love of +regret, compassion, and contrition for all that she +had so unconsciously caused him to suffer. And +how could she reveal to Felix, poor Felix! the +plain, cold truth! how she shrank from him as +soon as she was alone and could think! how as +the morning grew brighter and her world more +real she shrank from him yet more and more! how +the very thought of his presence, of his tight arms +around her, and his smooth face close to hers gave +her a feeling of repulsion that she had never felt +towards any human being before! She felt that she +must flee to the ends of the earth rather than to +endure him. But it was done; she must keep her +word; he should never guess; she would write a +note and slip it into his hand to-day, he would be +sure to press through the crowd towards her as she +came out of church. She would write it now and +be at rest. Her writing-desk stood open, pages of +manuscript were laid upon it. She selected a sheet +of lemon-colored note paper, and wrote a message, +hurriedly, in pencil. Never afterward would she +write a word upon lemon-colored paper. +</p> +<p> +“Do not come to me, dear Felix—” she hesitated +over the adjective, erased the words, and dropped +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_143'></a>143</span> +the sheet into her waste paper basket and found +another: “Do not come to me, Felix, until I send +for you, please. I am not strong. I want to be +alone. Do not think me unkind, you know that I +always did like to be alone. Do not expect too +much of me; I am not what you think; I am a +weak, impulsive woman, too tender-hearted to be +wise, or to be just towards myself or towards you. +If you want me to love you, ask it of Him, who +is love; do not ask it of me, I am not love. But +do not be troubled, I have given my word, I am +not a covenant-breaker, <em>I will be true</em>.” +</p> +<p> +She folded it, not addressing it, and placed it in +the pocket of the dress that she would wear to +church; as she passed the window she saw Dr. +Lake driving towards home. Shivering, although +the sun was high enough to shine on the apple +blossoms, she crept back to bed, nestling close to +sleepy Dine who loved her morning nap better +than the sunrise. Her confused thoughts ran hither +and thither; she found herself repeating something +that she and Mr. Hammerton had learned together +years ago, +</p> +<p> + “‘Yes,’ I answered you last night;<br /> + ‘No,’ this morning, sir, I say;<br /> + Colors seen by candlelight<br /> + Do not look the same by day.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +Mr. Hammerton said that he and the Wadsworth +girls had learned “miles” of poetry together. The +Harrisons were not at church. When had such +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_144'></a>144</span> +a thing happened before? Her fingers were on +the note in her pocket as she passed down the +aisle. +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, Tessa,” whispered a loud whisper behind +her, and Sue’s irrepressible lips were close to her +ear; “come home to dinner with me; you won’t +want to go to Bible class, for Miss Jewett is down +to Harrison’s. Father sent for her to go early this +morning.” +</p> +<p> +“Why is she there?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, somebody is sick. Felix. Dr. Lake was +there in the night and father was going this morning. +He was taken crazy, I believe. Come home +with me, will you?” +</p> +<p> +“Very well.” +</p> +<p> +She found Dine waiting for Norah, and told her +that she was going home with Sue, then rejoined +Sue at one of the gates. +</p> +<p> +“I’m awful lonesome Sundays,” began Sue; “Aunt +Jane has gone, I told you, didn’t I? A cousin of +hers died and left some dozens of young ones and +she had to go and take care of them and console +the widower. ‘The unconsolable widder of Deacon +Bedott will never get married again!’ but she went +all the same. She said that she had brought <em>me</em> up +far enough to take care of father.” +</p> +<p> +Sue’s lightness grated all along her nerves. +</p> +<p> +“Did you like Mary Sherwood’s hat? Too many +flowers, don’t you think so? And she <em>will</em> wear +light blue with her sallow face! Wasn’t it a queer +sermon, too? Don’t you think it is wicked for ministers +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_145'></a>145</span> +to frighten people so? He said that we make +our own lives, that we choose every day, and that +every choice has an influence. You think that I +don’t listen because I stare around, don’t you? I +sha’n’t forget that ever, because I have just had +a choice that will influence my life; and I chose +<em>not</em> to do it. It’s hateful to have Miss Jewett +away; I won’t go to Bible class, and I won’t let +you, either. I have a book to read, or I can go +to sleep.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, you can go to sleep.” +</p> +<p> +“I have something to tell you,” said Sue, shyly, +hesitating as she glanced into Tessa’s quiet, almost +stern, face. +</p> +<p> +“Not now—in the street.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, no, when we are by ourselves. Our parlors +are lovely now; you will see how I have fixed +up things. Father is so delighted to have me home +that he will let me do any thing I like.” +</p> +<p> +Voices behind them and voices before them, now +and then a soft, Sunday laugh; through the pauses +of Sue’s talk Tessa listened, catching at any thing +to keep herself from thinking. +</p> +<p> +“A rare sermon.” +</p> +<p> +“It will do me good all the week.” +</p> +<p> +“The most becoming spring hat I’ve seen.” +</p> +<p> +“He is very handsome in the pulpit.” +</p> +<p> +“Come over to tea.” +</p> +<p> +“I expect to do great things this summer.” +</p> +<p> +“If I could talk like that I’d set people to +thinking.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_146'></a>146</span> +</p> +<p> +“We sha’n’t get out of trouble in <em>this</em> world.” +</p> +<p> +“When I can’t forgive myself, I just let go of +myself, and let God forgive me.” +</p> +<p> +She wished that she could see that face; the +voice sounded familiar, the reply was in a man’s +voice; she felt as if she were listening, but she +would have liked to hear the reply, all the more +when she discovered that the talkers were Mr. +Lewis Gesner and his sister. +</p> +<p> +“<em>Isn’t</em> she handsomely dressed?” exclaimed Sue +in admiration. “She passed me without seeing me. +He is so wrapped up in that sister that he will +never be married.” +</p> +<p> +The crowd became thinner; couples and threes +and fours, sometimes only one, entered at each +gate as they moved on; they passed down the +long street almost alone; Dr. Greyson’s new house +stood nearly a mile from the Park; there was a +grass plot in front and stables in the rear. +</p> +<p> +Dr. Lake was driving around to the stables. +</p> +<p> +“I hoped that he wouldn’t be home to lunch; +he’s awful cross,” said Sue, with a pout and a flush. +Fifteen minutes later the lunch bell rang; Dr. Greyson +hurried in as they were seating themselves at +the table. +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s quickened heart-beats would not allow +her to ask about Felix; she knew that her voice +would betray her agitation; Dr. Lake had shaken +hands and had not stopped to speak to her; his +miserable face was but a repetition of yesterday. +</p> +<p> +Dr. Greyson seldom talked of anything but his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_147'></a>147</span> +patients and he was interested in Felix Harrison, +she knew that she had but to wait patiently. +</p> +<p> +“Susie is a perfect housekeeper, isn’t she? Somebody +will find it out, I’m afraid.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s all I am,” said Sue. “Father, why didn’t +you educate me?” +</p> +<p> +“Educate a kitten!” +</p> +<p> +“How is Felix Harrison?” inquired Dr. Lake. +</p> +<p> +“Bad! Bad enough. That fellow has been walking +around with a brain fever. He’ll pull through +with care. Miss Jewett will stay until they can +get a nurse; I would rather keep <em>her</em>, though. I +warned him months ago. I told him that it would +come to this. He has thrown away his life; he’ll +never be good for any thing again. I am glad +that he has a father to take care of him; lucky for +him, and not so lucky for his father. I wouldn’t +care to see my son such a wreck as he’ll be. Why +a man born with brains will deliberately make a +fool of himself, I can’t understand. Teaching and +studying law and what not? He will have fits as +long as he lives coming upon him any day any +hour; he will be as much care as an infant. More, +for an infant does grow up, and he will only become +weaker and weaker mentally and physically. +He has been under some great excitement, I suspect. +<em>They</em> don’t know what it is. He came home +late last night; his father heard a noise in his room +and went in to find him as crazy as a loon. He +said that he had heard him talking in his sleep all +night long for two or three nights. I hope that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_148'></a>148</span> +he isn’t engaged. I know a case like his, and that +poor fellow <em>was</em> engaged.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course that ended it,” said Sue. “A sick +husband of all things. I would drown myself, if I +had a sick husband.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course it ended it. It almost broke her +heart, though; broke it for a year, and then a +dashing cousin of his mended it.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps Felix hasn’t any cousin. Dr. Lake, +will you have more coffee?” Sue spoke carelessly, +not meeting his glance. +</p> +<p> +“Thank you, no.” +</p> +<p> +Dr. Greyson ran on talking and eating: “I told +the old man the whole truth; he begged so hard to +know the worst. He cried like a baby. He was +proud of Felix. Felix was a fine fellow,—a noble +fellow. But he’s dead now; dead, <em>and</em> buried.” +</p> +<p> +“Does Laura know?” inquired Sue, helping herself +to sweet pickled peaches. Tessa was tasting +the peaches, her throat so full of sobs that she +swallowed the fruit with pain. +</p> +<p> +“No, of course not. I told Miss Jewett to tell +her any thing, but be sure to keep her up. He +won’t die. Why should he? It will come gradually +to her. The very saddest case I know. And +to think that it might have been avoided. I didn’t +tell his father <em>that</em>, though. Felix has no one but +himself to thank. I warned him a year ago. Brains +<em>without</em> common sense is a very poor commodity. +What did the minister tell you Miss Tessa? I +haven’t been to church since Sue was a baby.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_149'></a>149</span> +</p> +<p> +“No wonder that I’m a heathen, then; any body +would be with such a father,” retorted Sue. +</p> +<p> +Dr. Lake excused himself abruptly, and crossing +the hall went into the office. +</p> +<p> +“That foolish boy has taught me a lesson. I +would take a vacation this summer, only if I leave +Sue at home she would run off and marry Lake before +a week.” +</p> +<p> +“You needn’t be afraid,” answered Sue, scornfully. +“I look higher than Gerald Lake.” +</p> +<p> +The office door stood ajar. Sue colored with +vexation as the words in her high voice left her +lips. +</p> +<p> +“Shall we go into the parlor?” she said rising. +“You can find a book and I’ll go to sleep.” +</p> +<p> +The parlors had been refurnished in crimson and +brown. Standing in the centre of the front parlor, +Tessa exclaimed, “Oh, how pretty!” +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t it? All my taste. Dr. Lake did advise +me, though; he went with me. Now, you shall sit +in the front or back just as you please, in the most +comfortable of chairs, and I will sit opposite you +and snooze,—that is,” rather doubtfully, for she +was afraid of Tessa, “unless you will let me tell +you my secret.” +</p> +<p> +In passing through the rooms, Tessa had taken +a volume of Josephus from a table; she settled herself +at one of the back windows in a pretty crimson +and brown chair, smoothed the folds of her black +dress, folded her hands in her lap over the green +volume, and looked up at Sue. Sue and a book in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_150'></a>150</span> +brown paper were in another crimson and brown +chair at another window; flushed and vexed she +played with the edges of her book. +</p> +<p> +“Do you think that he heard what I said?” she +asked anxiously. +</p> +<p> +“You know as well as I.” +</p> +<p> +She did not feel in a gentle mood towards Sue; +her voice and words had rasped her nerves for the +last hour. +</p> +<p> +“I didn’t intend it for him,” she was half crying, +“but father provoked me. He does bother me so. +I didn’t flirt with him, I was real good and sisterly. +I told him to call me Sister Sue. But after it all, +he asked me to marry him, and was as mad as a +hornet, and said dreadful things to me when I refused +him.” +</p> +<p> +She nibbled the edge of her book; Tessa had +nothing to say. +</p> +<p> +“I couldn’t help it now, could I?” in a tearful +voice. +</p> +<p> +“You know best.” +</p> +<p> +“I <em>know</em> I couldn’t. I like him. I can’t help +liking him; a cat or a dog would like him. In +some things, I like him better than Stacey, and I’m +sure I like him better than old John Gesner.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa opened her book and looked into the handsome +face of Flavius Josephus. +</p> +<p> +“Haven’t you any thing to say to me?” +</p> +<p> +“No.” +</p> +<p> +“You might sympathize with me.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know how.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_151'></a>151</span> +</p> +<p> +Sue nibbled the edge of her book, with her eyes +filled with tears. She had no friend except Tessa, +and now she had deserted her! +</p> +<p> +Tessa turned the leaves and thought that she +was reading; she did read the words: “The family +from which I am derived is not an ignoble one, +but hath descended all along from the priests; and +as nobility among several people is of a different +origin, so with us to be of the sacerdotal dignity is +an indication of the splendor of a family.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” she tried to think, her eyes wandering +out of the window towards the rear of Gesner’s +Row, “and that is why the promise, to be made +kings and priests—” +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, I think you are real mean,” said Sue, in +a pathetic voice. +</p> +<p> +Tessa met her eyes and smiled. She did not like +to be hard towards Sue. +</p> +<p> +“Do you think that I’ve been so wicked?” +</p> +<p> +“I think that you have been so wicked that you +must either be forgiven or punished.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, dear! Oh, dear <em>me</em>,” dropping her head on +the arm of her chair. +</p> +<p> +Tessa turned another leaf. “Moreover when I +was a child and about fourteen years of age, I was +commended by all for the love I had to learning; +on which account the high priests and principal +men of the city came then frequently to me together, +in order to know my opinion about the +accurate understanding of points of the law.” +</p> +<p> +Her eyes wandered away from the book and out +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_152'></a>152</span> +the open window towards the rows of open windows +in the houses behind the stables. At one +window was seated an old man reading; in the +same room, for he raised his head to speak to her, +at another window, a woman was sitting reading +also. She was glad that there were two. She wondered +if they had been kind to each other as long +as they had known each other. If the old man +should die to-night would the old woman have +need to say, “Forgive me.” Through the windows +above came the heavy, steady whirr of a sewing-machine, +with now and then a <em>click</em>, as if the long +seam had come to its end; the bushy, black head of +a German Jew was bent over it; the face that he +raised was not at all like that of the refined Flavius +Josephus. No one ever went to him with knotty +points in the law! There were plants in the other +window of the room; she was glad of the plants. +It was rather mournful to be seeking things to be +glad about. A child was crying, sharply, rebelliously; +a woman’s sharper voice was breaking in +upon it. +</p> +<p> +There was a voice in the stable speaking to a +horse, “Quiet, old boy.” A horse was brought out +and harnessed to a buggy without a top. Dr. +Greyson climbed into the buggy and drove off. +Another horse was brought out and harnessed to +a buggy with a top. She persuaded herself that +she was very much interested in watching people +and things; she had not had time to think of Felix +yet. Dr. Lake came out, sprang into the buggy, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_153'></a>153</span> +and drove slowly out, not looking towards the +windows where sat the two figures, each apparently +absorbed in a book. +</p> +<p> +“Tessa,” in a broken voice, like the appeal of +a naughty child with the naughtiness all gone, +“what shall I do?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know,” said Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“You don’t think that I ought to marry him. +He smells of medicine so.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not think any thing. If I did think +any thing, it would be my thinking and not +yours.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you believe that he cares so <em>very</em> much?” +</p> +<p> +The exultant undertone was too much for Tessa’s +patience. +</p> +<p> +“I hope that he has too much good sense to care +long; some day when he can see how heartless you +are, he will despise himself for having fancied that +he loved you.” +</p> +<p> +“You don’t care how you hurt my feelings.” +</p> +<p> +“I am not sure that you have any to be hurt.” +</p> +<p> +“You are a mean thing; I don’t like you; I wish +that I hadn’t asked you to come.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s eyes were on <em>Josephus</em> again. +</p> +<p> +After a long, silent hour, during which Sue looked +out the window, and nibbled the edge of her book, +and during which Tessa thought of every body and +every thing except Felix Harrison, Sue spoke: “I’m +going up-stairs for a while; excuse me, please.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa nodded, closed her book and leaned back +in the pretty crimson and brown chair. Sue came +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_154'></a>154</span> +to her and stood a moment; her heart <em>was</em> sore. +If Tessa would only say something kind! But +Tessa would not; she only said coolly, “Well?” +</p> +<p> +“You don’t believe that I am sorry.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t believe any thing about it, but that you +are heartless and wicked.” +</p> +<p> +Sue stood waiting for another word, but Tessa +looked tired, and as if she had forgotten her presence. +Why should she look so, Sue asked herself +resentfully; <em>she</em> had nothing to trouble her? +Sue went away, her arms dropped at her side, her +long green dress trailing on the carpet; tenderness +gathered in Tessa’s eyes as the green figure +disappeared. “I don’t like to be hard to her,” she +murmured. +</p> +<p> +The terrible thought of Felix pressed heavier and +heavier. She took the note from her pocket and +pondered each word; the cruel, truthful words! If +he had read them she might have had to believe +all her life that she had hastened this illness! The +sunshine grew warmer, beating down upon the +paving stones in the yard, the faces kept their +places in the windows, the child’s shrill, rebellious +cry burst out again and the woman’s sharper +voice. +</p> +<p> +Sue’s steps were moving overhead; suddenly, so +suddenly as to break in upon the current of her +thoughts, Sue’s voice rang out in her clear soprano, +“Rock of Ages, cleft for me.” +</p> +<p> +The voice grated, the words coming from the +thoughtless lips grated on her ear and on her heart, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_155'></a>155</span> +grated more harshly than the woman’s sharp voice +in taunting rebuke. +</p> +<p> + “Nothing in my hand I bring,<br /> + Simply to Thy cross I cling.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +As soon as she had decided that she could not +bear it another instant, the singing ceased. It +ceased and left her in tears. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_156'></a>156</span><a name='ch10' id='ch10'></a>X.—FORGETTING THE BREAD.</h2> +<p> +Again Tessa was spending the night with Miss +Jewett; Sue Greyson had chatted away half the +evening, and it was nearly eleven before Tessa +could put both arms around her friend and squeeze +her. +</p> +<p> +“I am hungry for a talk with you, you dear little +woman, every thing is getting to be criss-cross with +me nowadays; I’m so troubled and so wicked that +I almost want to die. You wouldn’t love me any +more if you could know how false I am. All my +life I have been so proud of being true,” she added +bitterly, “I despise myself.” +</p> +<p> +“Is that all?” +</p> +<p> +Miss Jewett was leaning back in her little rocker. +Almost before she knew it herself, Tessa had +dropped upon the carpet at her feet. +</p> +<p> +“I have come to learn of you, my saint.” +</p> +<p> +“What have you come to learn, my sinner?” +</p> +<p> +“I’m confused—I’m bewildered—I’m all in a tangle. +People say, ‘pray about it’; you say that yourself; +and I do pray about all the trials in my life and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_157'></a>157</span> +yet—I can not understand—I am groping my way, +I am blind, walking in the dark. Do you know that +I believe that praying for a thing is the hardest +way in the world to get it? I would rather earn +it a thousand times over; I know that you think +me dreadfully wicked, but do not stop me, let me +pour it all out; hard praying, never ceasing, night +and day, is enough to wear one out soul and body, +because you <em>must</em> expect to get what you ask for, +and if you do not after praying so long the disappointment +is heart-breaking. There now! I have +said it and I feel better. I have no one except you +to talk to and I wouldn’t dare tell you how wicked +I am. About something I have prayed with all my +strength—I will not be ashamed to tell you—I +know you will understand; it is about loving somebody. +I have been so ashamed and shocked at +girls’ love-stories and I wanted one so true and +pure and unselfish and beautiful, and I have prayed +that mine might be that, and I have tried so hard +to make it that, and yet I get into trouble and +break my own heart, which is nothing at all, and +more than break some one else’s heart and do as +much harm as Sue Greyson does, who is as flighty +as a witch! I would rather go without things +than pray years and years and be disappointed +every day, or go farther and farther into wrong-doing +as I do; I don’t believe that the flightiest and +flirtiest of your girls does as much harm as I do, or +is as false to herself as I am! And I have been so +proud of being true!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_158'></a>158</span> +</p> +<p> +“My <em>dear</em> child.” +</p> +<p> +“Is that all you can say to comfort me?” +</p> +<p> +“Why do you pray?” +</p> +<p> +“Why do I pray?” repeated Tessa in surprise. +“To get what I want, I suppose.” +</p> +<p> +“I thought so.” +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t that what you pray for?” +</p> +<p> +“Hardly. I pray that I may get what God +wants.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh,” said Tessa with a half startled, little cry. +</p> +<p> +“I fear that you are having a hard time over +something, child.” +</p> +<p> +“If you only knew—but you wouldn’t believe in +me any longer; neither would father, or Dine, or +Gus, or any one who trusts me; I will not tell you; +I have lost all faith in myself.” +</p> +<p> +“Thank God for that!” exclaimed the little +woman brightly. +</p> +<p> +“I am too sore and bruised to be thankful; I feel, +sometimes, as if I could creep into a dark corner +and cry my heart out. I could bear it if I were +the only one, but to think that I must make somebody’s +heart ache as mine does! I thought all my +prayers would prevail to keep me from making +mistakes.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps you have been trying to <em>earn</em> your +heart’s desire by heaping up prayers, piling them +up higher and higher, morning, noon, and night, +and you have held them up to God thinking that +He must be glad to take them; I shouldn’t wonder +if you had even supposed that you were paying +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_159'></a>159</span> +Him overmuch—you had prayed enough to get +what you want some time ago.” +</p> +<p> +“That is true,” answered Tessa, emphatically. +“I have felt as if He were wronging me by taking +my prayers and giving me so little in return. +I believe that I have thought my prayers +precious enough to pay for any thing. I paid my +prayers, and I am disappointed that I have not my +purchases.” +</p> +<p> +“Then your faith has been all in your <em>prayers</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; I was sure that I could not go wrong because +I prayed so much.” +</p> +<p> +“And your faith has been in your <em>faith</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“And neither my faith nor my prayers have kept +me from being false. Oh, it has been such hard +work!” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s face was drawn as if by physical pain. +</p> +<p> +“I was thinking in the night last night that I did +not believe that Hannah, or Elizabeth, or Huldah, or +Persis, or Dorcas ever prayed more fervently or unceasingly +than I have; I have builded on my <em>faith</em>, +no wonder that the first rough wind has shaken +my foundation! Ever since Felix Harrison years +ago called me a flirt, I have prayed that I might +be true; and to-night I am as false as Sue Greyson.” +</p> +<p> +“Through an experience once, long ago, I learned +to pray that the will of God might be done in me, +even although I must be sifted as wheat.” +</p> +<p> +“I am not brave enough for that. Oh, Miss +Jewett, I am afraid that God is angry with me; +and I have meant to be so true.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_160'></a>160</span> +</p> +<p> +“Do you remember the time that the disciples +forgot to take bread?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, but that is not like me.” +</p> +<p> +“I think it is—just like you.” +</p> +<p> +“Then tell me.” +</p> +<p> +“It was one time when Jesus and the disciples +were alone on board the ship; He had been deeply +grieved with the Pharisees, sighing in His spirit +over them, for they had tempted Him with asking +of Him a sign from heaven. A sign from heaven! +And He had just filled four thousand hungry people +with seven loaves and a few small fishes! +</p> +<p> +“By and by He began to talk to the disciples; +speaking with authority, perhaps, it even sounded +severe to them as He charged them to beware of +the leaven of the Pharisees. +</p> +<p> +“Then they began to talk among themselves: +what had they done to be thus bidden to beware +of the leaven of the Pharisees? <em>Leaven</em> reminded +them of bread! Oh, now they knew! They had +but one loaf in the ship; they had forgotten to +bring bread with them; perhaps the Lord was +hungry and knew that they had not enough for +Him and for themselves. It may be that He overheard +them reasoning among themselves, or perhaps, +forward Peter asked Him if He were rebuking +them for forgetting the bread; for as soon as +He knew what was troubling their simple hearts, +how He talked to them! Seven questions, one +after another, He asked them, ending with: <em>How +is it</em> that ye do not understand? +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_161'></a>161</span> +</p> +<p> +“And you are like them, child. The Lord has +suffered you to be led into trouble that He may +teach you something about Himself and you fall +down at His feet bemoaning yourself; you forget +Him and the great lessons He has to teach you +and think only of yourself and some little thing +that you missed doing; you missed it, blinded with +tears in your eagerness to do right, you <em>meant</em> to +be so good and true, and because you made a mistake +in your blindness and eagerness, you think +Him such a harsh, unloving Father that all He +cares to do is to punish you! Trust Him, Tessa! +Don’t moan over a loaf of bread forgotten before +Him who has love enough, and power enough to +give you and somebody beside a thousand thousand +loaves. Do not grieve Him by crying out +any longer, ‘Do not punish me; I <em>meant</em> to be so +good?’” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s head kept its position. When she raised +it, after a long silence, she said: “I will not think so +any more; you don’t know what I suffered in thinking +that He is punishing me.” +</p> +<p> +“‘How is it that ye do not understand?’” +</p> +<p> +“Because I think about my own troubles and +not of what He is teaching me,” said Tessa humbly. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_162'></a>162</span><a name='ch11' id='ch11'></a>XI.—ON THE HIGHWAY.</h2> +<p> +In June, Tessa gathered roses for Miss Jewett, +and every evening filled the tall glass vase with +white roses for the tea-table; in June, Dunellen +Institute closed for the season and Dinah was graduated; +henceforth she would be a young lady of +leisure, or a young lady seeking a vocation. In +June, Mrs. Wadsworth scolded Tessa for “taking +it so coolly about the dreadful thing that had come +upon young Harrison.” +</p> +<p> +“How many times have you called to see Laura +since her poor brother has been so poorly?” +</p> +<p> +“I have called every two days,” answered Tessa +in her quietest tones. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, you have! Why didn’t you say so? You +are so still that people think you do nothing but +pick roses. Anxious as I am, you might have told +me how he was getting on. How was he yesterday?” +</p> +<p> +“Comfortable.” +</p> +<p> +“Did you see him?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_163'></a>163</span> +</p> +<p> +“Was he sitting up?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, he had been sitting up half an hour.” +</p> +<p> +“How does he look?” +</p> +<p> +“His eyes are deep in his head, his voice is +as weak as a child’s, he burst into tears because +Laura did not come when he touched his bell for +her.” +</p> +<p> +“Was he cheerful?” +</p> +<p> +“He smiled and talked.” +</p> +<p> +“Are you going to-day?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; Dr. Lake will call for me about five.” +</p> +<p> +“You and Dr. Lake are getting to be great +friends.” +</p> +<p> +“Are we?” +</p> +<p> +“Do you know what he says about Felix?” +</p> +<p> +“He can say nothing but that he may never be +himself again.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, he did; but you mustn’t repeat it; promise +me.” +</p> +<p> +“There is no need for me to promise.” +</p> +<p> +“He said that his mind will grow weaker and +weaker. Do you know that he has been having <em>fits</em> +for two years?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I am aware of it.” +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t it a dreadful, horrible thing? But he always +was a little wild and queer, not quite like +other folks. I was sure that he would die; he may +yet, he may have a relapse. I should think that +they would rather have him dead than grow silly. +I suppose that Laura will never be married now; +he will never be fit to be left alone. His father can +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_164'></a>164</span> +marry though, and that would leave her free. I +never object to second marriages, do you?” +</p> +<p> +“That depends upon several things.” +</p> +<p> +“My father was married three times. I had two +stepmothers, and might have had four if he had +lived longer. Some people think, but I never did, +that an engagement is as good as a marriage, do +you?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course, I knew that you would think so. +But I never had any high-flown ideas about engagements. +I was engaged to John Gesner—your +father doesn’t know it to this day—he has high and +mighty ideas about things like you. <em>You</em> ought to +have some feeling about Felix Harrison, then, for +he always wanted you. Professional men are always +poor; Dr. Lake is not much of a ‘catch.’” +</p> +<p> +“I think he is—or will be—to the woman who +can appreciate him.” +</p> +<p> +“I beseech you don’t you go to appreciate him.” +</p> +<p> +“I do now—sufficiently,” she answered, smiling. +</p> +<p> +Two weeks later, having seen Felix several times +during the interval, Dine brought her a letter late +in the afternoon. +</p> +<p> +Felix always had written her name in full, saying +that it was prettier than the one that she had +given herself in baby-days; the penmanship appeared +like a child’s imitation of his bold strokes. +</p> +<p> +Not daring and not caring to open it immediately, +she put on her hat and went out to walk far +past the end of the planks down into the green +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_165'></a>165</span> +country. She thought that she knew every tree +and every field all the long way to the Harrison +Homestead. +</p> +<p> +Opening the letter at last, she read: +</p> +<p> +“<span class='sc'>My Friend</span>,—I suppose you know all the truth. +I wrung it out of Dr. Greyson to-day after you left +me. You may have known it all the time. Father +has known it, but not Laura. I shall never be +what I once was; I know it better than any physician +can tell me. If I live to forget every thing +else (and I may), I think that I shall never forget +that night. But I shall not let my mind go without +a struggle; I shall read, I shall write, I shall +travel, when I am able. I have been reading Macaulay +to-day. I shall be a burden to father and +Laura, and to any who may nurse me for wages. +But I shall not be a burden to you. I know that +you meant that <em>you</em> would never break our covenant, +when you said: ‘Promises are made to be +kept,’ but <em>I</em> will break it. I am breaking it now. +You did belong to me when you last said good-by +and laid your young, strong hand over my poor +fingers; but you do not belong to me as you read +this. As I can not know the exact moment when +you read it, I can never know when you cease to +belong to me. Laura and father intend to take me +away; do not come to me until I return. No one +knows. In all my ravings, I never spoke your +name; it was on my mind that I had promised not +to speak of it, and I never once forgot. But your +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_166'></a>166</span> +presence was in every wild and horrible dream; +you were being scalped and drowned and burned +alive, and often and often you sat beside me holding +my hand; many many times you came to me +and said, ‘I will keep my word,’ but something +took you away; you never went of your own accord. +I have asked them all what I raved about +and every name that I spoke, but no one has answered +‘Tessa.’ Write to me this once, and never +again, and tell me that you agree, that you are +willing to break the bond that held us together +such a little while. I am a man, and a selfish one +at that, therefore I rejoice that you <em>were</em> mine. +You can have but one answer to give. I will not +accept any devotion from you that may hinder your +becoming the happy wife of a good man. Do not +be too sorry for me. Laura will expect you to +write to her, but I pray you, do not write; I should +look for your letters and they would take away +the little fortitude I have. Be a good girl; love +somebody by and by. You have burned a great +many letters that I have written. This is the last.” +</p> +<p> + “F. W. H.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +Again and again she read it, pausing over each +simple, full utterance. He could never say to her +again, “You have spoiled my life.” She had done +her best to atone for the sorrow that she had so unwittingly +caused him, and it had not been accepted +by Him who had planned all her life. There was +nothing more for her to do. The letter was like +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_167'></a>167</span> +him. She remembered his kindly, gracious ways; +his eagerness to be kind to her, how he would sit +or stand near her to watch her as she talked or +worked; how timidly he would touch her dress or +her hand; how his face would change if she chanced +to look up at him; how his pale green eyes would +glitter when she preferred the society of Gus Hammerton +or any other of the Dunellen boys, ever so +long ago, as they were boys and girls together; almost +as long ago as when she was a little girl and +he a big boy and he would bring her fruit and +flowers! On their Saturday excursions after nuts +or berries or wild flowers, how he would fall behind +the others when she did and catch her hand +if they heard a noise in the woods or lost themselves +for half a minute among a new clump of +trees. +</p> +<p> +In the long, happy weeks that she had passed at +the Homestead, in the days when his mother was +alive, how thoughtful he had been of her comfort, +how he had tried to please her in work or play! +One evening after they had all been sitting together +on the porch and telling stories, she had +heard his mother say to his father: “Tessa has +great influence over Felix, I hope that she will +marry him.” +</p> +<p> +“I won’t,” her rebellious little heart had replied. +And at bedtime she had told Laura that she meant +to marry a beautiful young man with dark eyes +who must know every thing and wear a cloak. +“And Felix has light eyes,” she had added. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_168'></a>168</span> +</p> +<p> +She laughed and then sighed over the foolish, innocent +days when girlhood and womanhood had +meant only wonderful good times like the good +times in fairy tales and Bible stories. +</p> +<p> +Then for the last time she read his letter and tore +it into morsels, scattering them hither and thither +as she walked. +</p> +<p> +She had done all she could do; he could not keep +hold of her hand any longer. +</p> +<p> +The last bit of paper fluttered on the air; she gave +a long look towards the dear old Homestead; she +could see the spires of the two churches at Mayfield, +the brass rooster on the school-house where +Felix had taught, and then she turned homeward +to write the letter that would release him from the +covenant whose keeping had been made impossible +to them. As she turned, the noise of wheels +was before her, the dust of travel in her face; she +lifted her eyes in time to return a bow from Ralph +Towne and to feel the smile that lighted the face +of the white-haired lady at his side. +</p> +<p> +In the dusk she came down-stairs, dressed for a +walk, with several letters in her hand. +</p> +<p> +“Whither does fancy lead you, daughter?” her +father asked as she was passing through the sitting-room. +He was lying upon the lounge with a +heavy shawl thrown over him; his voice came quick +and sharp as though he were in pain. +</p> +<p> +She moved towards him instantly. “Why, father, +are you sick?” +</p> +<p> +“No, dear, not—now,” catching his breath. “I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_169'></a>169</span> +have been in pain and it has worn upon me. Greyson +gave me something to carry with me some time +ago, I have taken it three times to-day and now I +shall go to sleep?” +</p> +<p> +“Are you <em>sure</em> you feel better?” she asked caressing +the hand that he held out to her. “Let me +stay and do something for you.” +</p> +<p> +“No. I must go to sleep. Run along. I have +sent your mother away, and now I send you away.” +</p> +<p> +She lingered a moment, stooping to kiss the bald +forehead and then the plump hand. +</p> +<p> +Her father was very happy to-night, for her +mother, of her own accord, for the first time in fifteen +years, had kissed him. +</p> +<p> +He held Tessa’s hand thinking that he would tell +her, then he decided that the thought of those fifteen +years would hurt her too sorely. +</p> +<p> +“I thought that you meant to tell me something,” +she said. +</p> +<p> +“No; run along.” +</p> +<p> +Along the planks, along the pavement, across +the Park, she walked slowly, in the summer starlight, +with the letters in her hand. +</p> +<p> + “Star light! Star bright!<br /> + I wish I may, I wish I might,<br /> + See somebody I want to see to-night.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +A child’s voice was chanting the words in a +dreamy recitative. +</p> +<p> +“Dear child,” sighed Tessa, with her five and +twenty years tugging at her heart. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_170'></a>170</span> +</p> +<p> +She longed for a sight of Miss Jewett’s untroubled +face to-night; if she might only tell her about +the right thing that she had tried to do and how the +power to do it had been taken from her! +</p> +<p> +But no one could comfort her concerning it; not +her father, not Miss Jewett, not Ralph Towne, not +Gus Hammerton, not Felix! +</p> +<p> +One glance up into the sky over the trees in the +Park helped her more than any human comforting. +It was a new experience to have outgrown human +comforting; she thought that she had outgrown it +that day—the last day of the year; still she must +see Miss Jewett; it would be a rest to hear some +one talk who did not know about Felix or that +other time that the sunshiny eyes had brought to +life again. Would they meet as heretofore? Must +they meet socially upon the street or at church? +</p> +<p> +If it might have been that he might remain away +for years and years—until she had wholly forgotten +or did not care! +</p> +<p> +Miss Jewett was almost alone; there was no one +with her but Sue Greyson tossing over neckties to +find a white one with fringe. +</p> +<p> +Through the silks there shone on the first finger +of Sue’s left hand the sparkle of a diamond; she +colored and smiled, then laughed and held her finger +up for Tessa’s inspection. +</p> +<p> +“Guess who gave it to me,” she said defiantly. +</p> +<p> +It could not be Dr. Lake—Tessa would not speak +his name; it must be her father—but no, Sue would +not blush as she was blushing now; it could not +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_171'></a>171</span> +be Mr. Gesner! Tessa’s heart quickened, she was +angry with herself for thinking of Mr. Gesner. Mr. +Towne! But that was not possible. +</p> +<p> +“Can’t you guess?” Sue was enjoying her confusion. +</p> +<p> +“No. I can’t guess.” +</p> +<p> +“Say the Man in the Moon. I as much expected +it. It’s from Stacey! I knew you would be confounded. +Wasn’t I sly about it? We are to be +married the first day of October. We settled on +that because it is Stacey’s birthday! It is Dr. +Lake’s too. Isn’t it comical. Stacey is twenty-three +and the doctor is twenty-nine! Stacey is a +year younger than I. I wish that he wasn’t. I +think that I shall change my age in the Bible. +When I told Dr. Lake, he said that I seemed inclined +to change some other things in the Bible. +Don’t you tell, either of you. It’s a profound secret. +Wasn’t father hopping, though? But I told +him that I would elope if he didn’t consent like a +good papa; and now since Stacey’s salary is raised +he hasn’t a bit of an excuse for being ugly about +it. I am going to have all the new furniture, too; +I bargained for that. Won’t it be queer for me to +live so far away? Stacey is in a lace house in Philadelphia, +don’t you remember? You ought to see +the white lace sacque that he brought me for an +engagement present; it’s too lovely for any thing. +Why, Tessa, you look stunned, are you speechless? +Don’t you relish the idea of my being married before +you? You ought to have seen Dr. Lake when +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_172'></a>172</span> +I showed my ring to him! He turned as white as +a sheet and trembled so that he had to sit down; +all he said was, ‘May God forgive you.’ Don’t you +think that it was wicked in him to say that? I +told him that it sounded like swearing. Yes, I’ll +take this one, please. And, oh, Tessa, I want you +to help me to buy things. I am to have a dozen of +every thing. I shall be married in white silk; I told +father that he would never have another daughter +married so that he might as well open his long +purse. We shall go to the White Mountains on our +wedding tour. It’s late in the season, of course, +but I always wanted to go to the White Mountains +and I will if we are both frozen to death. I +know that you are angry with me, but I can’t help +it. You are just the one to believe in love. I have +always liked Stacey; he has just beautiful hands, +and his manners are really touching. You ought +to see him lift his hat; Mr. Towne is nowhere.” +</p> +<p> +“What will your father do?” asked Miss Jewett. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, Aunt Jane must come back, she hasn’t captivated +the widower yet; or he might get married +himself. I think that I’ll suggest it. <em>Wouldn’t</em> it +be fun to have a double wedding? I’ll let father +be married first; Stacey and I will stand up with +them.” +</p> +<p> +Sue went off into a long, loud peal of laughter; +Miss Jewett smiled; Tessa spoke gravely: “Sue, +your mother would not like to hear that.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, bother! She doesn’t think of me. I want +some silks, too, please. I shall have to make Stacey +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_173'></a>173</span> +a pair of slippers and a lot of other pretty things. +And oh, Tessa, I haven’t told you the news! The +queerest thing! Dr. Towne—we must call him +that now—has bought that handsome brick house +opposite the Park and is going into practice. Dr. +Lake says that of course people will run after <em>him</em> +while they would let him starve!” +</p> +<p> +“Then he’ll smell of medicine, too,” Tessa could +not forbear suggesting. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, and have bottles in all his pockets. I’m +going to see your mother; she cares more about +dress than you and Dine put together. If your +father should die, she would be married before +either of you. I won’t come if you look so cross +at me.” +</p> +<p> +At that moment Mr. Hammerton pushed open +the door; he had come for gloves and handkerchiefs. +Tessa selected them for him and would +then have waited for her word with Miss Jewett, +had not one of the clerks returned from supper. +</p> +<p> +“Come, Lady Blue, I am going your way.” +</p> +<p> +“Father is not well to-night; he will not play +chess.” +</p> +<p> +“I am going all the same, however; you shall +play with me, and Dine shall read the ‘Nut Brown +Maid.’” +</p> +<p> +As they were crossing the Park, they met Dr. +Lake; he was walking hurriedly; she could not see +his face. +</p> +<p> +“What do you think Lake said to me last night? +We were talking—rather, he was—about trouble. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_174'></a>174</span> +He has seen a good deal of it one time and another +I imagine; his nerves are so raw that every thing +hurts. For want of something to suit him in my +own experience, I quoted a thought of Charles +Kingsley’s. He turned upon me as if I had struck +him—‘A man in a book said that.’ A man in a +book <em>did</em> say it, so I had nothing to say. Something +is troubling you, what is it?” +</p> +<p> +“More than one something is troubling me. I +just heard a bit of news.” +</p> +<p> +“Not good news?” +</p> +<p> +“I can not see any good.” +</p> +<p> +He repeated in a hurried tone: +</p> +<p> + “‘Good tidings every day;<br /> + God’s messengers ride fast.<br /> + We do not hear one half they say,<br /> + There is such noise on the highway<br /> + Where we must wait while they ride past.’”<br /> +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps I do not hear one half they say this +time; the half I do hear is troublesome enough. +Some day, when I may begin ‘five and fifty years +ago,’ I will tell you a story.” +</p> +<p> +“Will it take so long for me to become worthy +to hear it?” +</p> +<p> +“I wish I <em>might</em> tell you; you always help me,” +she said impulsively. +</p> +<p> +“Is there a hindrance?” +</p> +<p> +“It is too near to be spoken of.” +</p> +<p> +She was not in the mood for chess, but her +father brightened at Mr. Hammerton’s entrance, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_175'></a>175</span> +arose, threw off the shawl, and came to the table, +saying that he would watch her moves. He seated +himself close to her, with an arm across the back +of her chair, once or twice bringing his head down +to the chestnut braids. +</p> +<p> +“How alike you are!” exclaimed Mr. Hammerton. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I am very pretty,” replied Mr. Wadsworth, +seriously. +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Wadsworth had taken her work over to +Mrs. Bird for a consultation thereupon; Dine fell +asleep, resting her curly head on the book that +Mr. Hammerton had brought her. +</p> +<p> +When Mr. Hammerton arose, Mr. Wadsworth +went to the door with him to look out into the +night; Tessa said good night and went up-stairs; +the sleepy head upon the book did not stir. +</p> +<p> +“I never can find a constellation,” remarked Mr. +Wadsworth. “Tessa is always laughing at me.” +</p> +<p> +“Step out and see if I can help you.” +</p> +<p> +They moved to the end of the piazza leaving the +door wide open; the sleepy brown eyes opened with +a start—was she listening to words that she should +not hear? +</p> +<p> +Mr. Hammerton had surely said “Dinah.” And +now her father was saying—was she dreaming +still?—“Take her, and God bless you both. I +have nothing better to hope for my darling. She +will make you a good wife.” +</p> +<p> +“Let it remain a secret I want her to love me +without any urging. She must love me because I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_176'></a>176</span> +am necessary to her and not merely because I love +her.” +</p> +<p> +Could Tessa have heard his voice, she would +never again have accused him of coldness. +</p> +<p> +“I shall have to wait—I expect an increase of +salary. I am not sure that she thinks of me otherwise +than as a grown-up brother—but I will bide +my time. I know this—at least I think I do—that +she does not care for any one else.” +</p> +<p> +“I am sure of that,” said her father’s voice. “You +do not know how you have taken a burden from me, +my son! I have <em>hoped</em> for this.” Startled little Dinah +arose and fled. +</p> +<p> +She would never tell, no, not even Tessa; but how +could she behave towards him as if she did not +know? +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, did you ever have a secret to keep?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes. Laura told me once that she had a gold +dollar and I’ve never told until this minute.” +</p> +<p> +“But this is a wonderful, beautiful, happy secret; +the wonderfulest and beautifulest thing in +the world. And I shall never, never tell. You +will never know until you discover it yourself.” +</p> +<p> +“I want to know something to be glad of.” +</p> +<p> +“You will be glad of this. As glad as glad +can be. It is rather funny that neither of us +ever guessed; and you are quick to see things, +too.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps I <em>do</em> know, pretty sister.” +</p> +<p> +“No, you don’t. I should have seen in your +manner. Perhaps I dreamed it; or perhaps an angel came +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_177'></a>177</span> +and told me. It is good enough for an +angel to tell.” +</p> +<p> + “‘Good tidings every day,<br /> + God’s messengers ride fast.’”<br /> +</p> +<p> +repeated Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“Tessa,” with her face turned away, “do you like +Gus very much?” +</p> +<p> +“Do I like <em>you</em> very much? I should just as +soon think of your asking me that.” +</p> +<p> +“Better than Felix or Mr. Towne or Dr. Lake, or +any of the ten thousand young men in Dunellen?” +</p> +<p> +“Why, Dine, what ails you? Are you asking +my advice? He hasn’t been making love to my +little sister, has he?” +</p> +<p> +“No,” said Dinah, “I wonder if he knows how. +Daisy Grey’s father is dead. There will have to be +a new Greek professor at the Seminary. She liked +her father.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_178'></a>178</span><a name='ch12' id='ch12'></a>XII.—GOOD ENOUGH TO BE TRUE.</h2> +<p> +The afternoon sun was shining down hot on the +head of the soldier on his tall pedestal in the Park; +he stood leaning on his gun, his eyes intently +peering from under the broad visor of his cap; at +his feet a group of children were playing soldiers +marching to the war; at the pump, several yards +distant, a small boy was pumping for the others to +drink, a tall boy was lifting the rusty dipper to his +lips while a ragged little girl was wistfully awaiting +her turn; nurses in white caps were rolling infants’ +chaises along the smooth, wide paths; ladies +in shopping attire were sauntering with brown parcels +in their hands; half-grown boys were lolling +on the green benches with cigars and lazy words +in their mouths; girls in twos and threes were strolling +along with linked arms mingling gay talk with +gay laughter; in the arbor seven little girls and +three little boys were playing school: a little boy +who stammered was trying to spell Con-stan-ti-no-ple, +a rosy child in white was noisily repeating +“Thirty days hath September,” a black-eyed boy +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_179'></a>179</span> +was shouting “The boy stood on the burning deck,” +and a naughty child was being vigorously scolded +by the teacher, who held a threatening willow +switch above her head. “You are the dreadfulest +child that ever breathed,” she was declaring. +“You are the essence of stupidity, you are the +dumbest of the dumb.” +</p> +<p> +A serious voice arrested the willow switch: “I +didn’t like to be scolded when I was a little girl, it +used to make me cry.” +</p> +<p> +The willow switch dropped; the various recitations +came to a sudden pause. “But she is such a +dreadful bad girl,” urged the teacher. +</p> +<p> +Tessa Wadsworth lingered with her reticule, +three parcels, a parasol, and <em>Sartor Resartus</em> in her +hands. +</p> +<p> +“<em>You</em> come and be teacher and tell us a story,” +coaxed the naughty child. +</p> +<p> +But Tessa laughed and moved on, to be stopped, +however, by a quick call. “Tessa Wadsworth! I +declare that you are a pedestrian.” +</p> +<p> +The voice belonged to a pair of blue eyes, and a +slight figure in drab. +</p> +<p> +“Well, now that you have caught me what will +you have?” +</p> +<p> +“I’ll be satisfied with a walk across the Park. +Didn’t you know that I was home? Gus said that +he would tell you.” +</p> +<p> +“Have you had a pleasant time?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I always manage to enjoy myself. How is +it that you always stay poking at home?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_180'></a>180</span> +</p> +<p> +“I seem to have found my niche at home. Every +one needs me.” +</p> +<p> +“Dunellen is a poky little place, but Nan thinks +it is splendid.” +</p> +<p> +“I expect to spend the winter away from home +and I don’t want to go. I don’t see why I must. +Mother has been promising for years that the first +winter that Dine was out of school I should go +for three months, more or less, to an old aunt of +hers for whom I was named; she has lost all her +seven boys and lives on a farm down in the country +with the dearest old husband that ever breathed. +If I had such a dear old husband I should always +want to be alone with him.” +</p> +<p> +“That sounds just like you. I wanted Naughty +Nan to come home with me, but she wouldn’t or +couldn’t. You can’t think how thin she has grown, +and she mopes like an old woman. I had to coax +her to laugh just once for me before I came away. +I suppose that I oughtn’t to tell, but I will tell +you; you are as deep as the sea. You know Dr. +Towne?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“Well it is all <em>his</em> fault,” said Mary Sherwood in +a mysterious low voice. +</p> +<p> +“Did he give her something to take outwardly +and she took it inwardly?” asked Tessa gravely. +</p> +<p> +“That’s like you, too. You are always laughing +at somebody. How he flirted with poor little +Naughty Nan nobody knows!” +</p> +<p> +“How she flirted with him, you mean.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_181'></a>181</span> +</p> +<p> +“No, I don’t. She was in earnest this time. +He made her presents and took her everywhere; +he always treated her as if—” +</p> +<p> +“—She were his mother.” +</p> +<p> +“I won’t talk to you,” cried Mary indignantly, +“you don’t know any thing about it. You haven’t +seen how white and thin she is! It’s just another +Sue Greyson affair; and every body talks about +how he flirted with her. I comforted Nan by saying +that he had done the same thing before and +would again.” +</p> +<p> +“Did <em>that</em> comfort her?” +</p> +<p> +“It made her angry. I don’t see how she can +mourn over a man with a false heart, do you?” +</p> +<p> +“She would have no occasion to mourn over a +man with a true heart.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you think that he changes his mind?” +asked Mary anxiously. +</p> +<p> +“No, I think that he does not have any mind to +change; he has no mind to flirt or not to flirt; he +simply enjoys himself, not caring for the consequences.” +</p> +<p> +“H’m! What do you call <em>that</em>?” +</p> +<p> +“I do not call it any thing; it would be as well +for you not to talk about your cousin.” +</p> +<p> +“So Gus said; I had to tell him. I’m afraid that +Nan will die.” +</p> +<p> +“No, she will not. It will make her bitter, or it +will make her true.” +</p> +<p> +“Nan is so cut because people talk.” +</p> +<p> +“When is she coming to Dunellen?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_182'></a>182</span> +</p> +<p> +“She wouldn’t come with me! How I did coax +her! She will come in September. She says that +she will stay with me until she is married.” +</p> +<p> +“Then she doesn’t intend to take the veil because +of this?” +</p> +<p> +“She did say so—seriously—that she would enter +a convent—” +</p> +<p> +“A monastery!” suggested Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“Where the monks are,” laughed Mary, “I think +that would suit her better.” +</p> +<p> +“And believe me—Dr. Towne is not capable of +doing a cruel or a mean thing—don’t talk to your +cousin about him.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, me! there he is now coming towards us! +On our path, too. I’ll break the rules and run +across the grass if you will.” +</p> +<p> +It was certainly Ralph Towne. He was walking +slowly with his eyes bent upon the ground. +</p> +<p> +“He looks like a monk himself,” whispered Mary, +“he wouldn’t look at us for any thing.” +</p> +<p> +“Halt!” commanded the small military voice +near the monument. He turned to look at the children; +Tessa was close enough to feel the sunshine +in his eyes although his face was not towards her; +he stood watching the soldiers as they tramped on +at the word of command; her dress brushed against +him, she could have laid her hand on his arm; lifting +her eyes with all her grief and disappointment +at his indifference she met his fully; they were +grave and very dark, not one gleam of recognition; +how greatly he had changed! His eyes appeared +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_183'></a>183</span> +larger, not so deep set as she remembered them, +and there were many, many white threads running +through his hair. Had Naughty Nan effected all +this? With a slight inclination of his head he +passed on. +</p> +<p> +“He does look as if he had a ‘mind to do or not +do’ something,” said Mary! “I hope that he can’t +sleep nights. He almost slew me with his eyes; I +can’t see why such naughty hearts should look +through such eyes!” +</p> +<p> +“They don’t,” said Tessa, “a good heart was +looking through those eyes.” +</p> +<p> +“H’m! I believe it!” +</p> +<p> +Tessa had walked three blocks in a reverie, scolding +herself for her sympathy with the changed face, +trying to feel indignant that he had passed her by +so coolly, and trying to despise him for so soon +forgetting what she could never forget, when, lo! +there he stood again, face to face with her, speaking +eagerly, his hand already touching hers. +</p> +<p> +“Miss Tessa, what has happened to your eyes?” +</p> +<p> +“Excuse me,” she stammered, “I did not see you.” +</p> +<p> +“How do you do?” he asked more coolly as she +withdrew her hand. +</p> +<p> +“Did you not just pass me in the Park?” +</p> +<p> +“I have not crossed the Park to-day.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I met your ghost.” +</p> +<p> +“Can you not be a little glad to meet me in the +flesh?” +</p> +<p> +“Mary Sherwood was with me and <em>she</em> recognized +you; she saw you before I did.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_184'></a>184</span> +</p> +<p> +He laughed the low amused laugh that she had +heard so often. “My cousin Philip will believe +now that he might be my brother—my twin brother—but +that he appears older than he is. He has +come to Dunellen to take a professorship. He is to +be Greek teacher at the Seminary instead of Professor +Grey. Philip is a rare linguist; he is a rare +scholar. It is the Comedy of Errors over again. +I suppose that he did not talk to you and say that +he was glad to see you again.” +</p> +<p> +“He bowed, he could not but do it. I expect +that he thought I recognized him, as I certainly +did. You will look like him some day, but he will +never look like you.” +</p> +<p> +“Your distinction is not flattering. May I ask +a kindness of you?” +</p> +<p> +“Do you need to ask that?” she answered hurriedly. +</p> +<p> +“My mother is homesick in Dunellen. Will you +call upon her?” +</p> +<p> +She colored, hesitating. After a second, during +which she felt his eyes upon her, she said, “Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“Philip’s father and mine were twins; it is not +the first time that we have been taken for each +other. He has a twin sister.” +</p> +<p> +“And he is like his sister.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, he <em>is</em> like his sister. Imagine me teaching +Greek or preaching in the Park—Phil is a +preacher, of course, and an elocutionist. You will +hear of him; he does not live in a cloister; he is +always doing something for somebody.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_185'></a>185</span> +</p> +<p> +“He is a <em>disciplined</em> man; I never saw a person +to whom that word could be so fitly applied.” +</p> +<p> +“And you never thought of applying it to +me.” +</p> +<p> +“I confess that I never did,” she said laughing. +</p> +<p> +“You can see a great deal at a glance.” +</p> +<p> +“That is why I glance.” +</p> +<p> +“Probably you know that I have come to Dunellen +to work.” +</p> +<p> +“I congratulate Dunellen,” she answered prettily. +</p> +<p> +“I hope that you may have reason to do so. +May I tell my mother that you will call?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes—if you wish,” she said, doubtfully, buttoning +a loose button on her glove. “Good afternoon, +Dr. Towne.” +</p> +<p> +She passed on at a quickened pace, her cheeks +glowing, her eyes alight. A stranger, meeting her, +turned for a second look. “She has heard good +news,” he said to himself. +</p> +<p> +<em>Had</em> she heard good news? She had seen the +man that she had so foolishly and fondly believed +Ralph Towne to be; she had learned that she could +not create out of the longings of her own heart a +man too noble and true for God to make out of His +heart. Her ideal had not been too good to be true; +just then it was enough for her to know that her +ideal existed. Her heart could not break because +she was disappointed in Ralph Towne, but it would +have broken had she found that God did not care +to make men good and true. And Ralph Towne +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_186'></a>186</span> +would become good and true some day. And then +she would be glad and not ashamed that she had +trusted in him; she could not be glad and not +ashamed yet. She did not love the man that could +trifle with Sue or flirt with Nan Gerard. She had +loved the ideal in her heart, and not the soul in his +flesh. He could not understand that; he would +call it a fancy, and say that she could make rhyme +to it, but that she could not live the poem. Perhaps +not; if she had loved him she might have +lived a different poem; her living and loving, her +doing and giving, would be a poem, anyway; she +did not love Ralph Towne to-day, she was only +afraid that she did. He could not understand the +woman who would prefer Philip Towne’s saintliness; +he was assured that his money would outweigh +it with any maiden in Dunellen—with any +maiden but Tessa Wadsworth; he was beginning +to understand her. “She did not ask me to call,” +he soliloquized. The stranger passing him also, +gave him also a second glance, but he did not say +to himself, “He has heard good news.” <em>Was</em> it +good news that the woman that he had thoughtlessly +deceived held herself aloof from him and +above him? +</p> +<p> +“She loved me once,” he soliloquized, “and love +with her must die a hard death.” +</p> +<p> +How hard a death even Tessa herself could not +comprehend; she understood years afterward when +she said: “I thought once that I never could be as +glad as I had been sorrowful; but I learned that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_187'></a>187</span> +the power to be glad was infinitely greater than +the power of being sorrowful.” +</p> +<p> +That evening her father called her to say: “The +new professor is to preach Sunday evening before +church service in the Park; you and I will go to +hear him.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_188'></a>188</span><a name='ch13' id='ch13'></a>XIII.—THE HEART OF LOVE.</h2> +<p> +The day lilies were in bloom, and that meant +August; it meant also that her book was written, +rewritten, and ready to be copied. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, that my poor little book were as perfect as +you,” she sighed one morning as she arranged them +with their broad, green leaves for the vases in parlor +and sitting-room. “But God made you with +His own fingers, and He made my book through +my own fancies.” +</p> +<p> +She had worked early and late, not flagging, +through all the sultry days. “You will make +yourself sick,” her mother had warned, “and it +will cost you all you earn to buy beef tea and pay +the doctor; so where is the good of it?” +</p> +<p> +She had read her manuscript aloud to her father, +and he had laughed and wiped his eyes and given +sundry appreciative exclamations. +</p> +<p> +“That writing takes a precious sight of time,” +her mother had remonstrated. +</p> +<p> +“That is because I am human.” Tessa had answered +soberly. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_189'></a>189</span> +</p> +<p> +“Suppose it is refused.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I’ll be like William Howitt; his book was +refused four times and he stood on London bridge +ready to toss it over. I do not think that I will do +as Charlotte Bronte did; she sent a rejected manuscript +to a publisher wrapped in the wrapper in +which the first publisher had rolled it. I suppose +that his address was printed on it.” +</p> +<p> +She had run on merrily as she had placed the +cool, pure lilies in the vase; but her heart was sinking, +nevertheless. It had always taken so little to +exhilarate or depress her. +</p> +<p> +“Must you write to-day?” inquired her mother +one morning in an unsatisfied tone. +</p> +<p> +“Several hours.” +</p> +<p> +“I wanted you to make calls with me and to help +me with the currant jelly and to put those button-holes +into my linen wrapper.” +</p> +<p> +“I can do it all, but I must write while I am +fresh.” +</p> +<p> +The first hour she wrote wearily; then she lost +the small struggles in her own life and became +comforted through the comfort wherewith she comforted +others. Not one thing was forgotten, not +one household duty shirked, the jelly was made to +perfection, the button-holes worked while her mother +was taking her afternoon nap, the calls were +pushed through, and then Mrs. Wadsworth proposed +a call upon Mrs. Towne. +</p> +<p> +“I promised your Aunt Dinah that I would call.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa demurred although she remembered her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_190'></a>190</span> +promise; she much preferred calling some time +when Aunt Dinah should be with her; Mrs. Wadsworth +insisted and Tessa yielded more graciously +in manner than in mind. +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Towne received them most cordially and +gracefully; an expression flitted over her eyes as +Tessa looked up into them that she never forgot; +it touched her as Dr. Lake’s eyes did, sometimes; +what could this beautiful old mother need in her? +Whatever it might be, she felt fully prepared to +give it. +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Wadsworth was as effusively talkative as +usual; Tessa replied when spoken to; lively, fussy, +pretty little Mrs. Wadsworth did not compare to +her own advantage with her womanly daughter. +Mrs. Towne looked at Tessa and thought of the +picture that she had seen; it was certainly excellent +only that the picture was rather too intellectual; +in the picture she might have written “Mechanism +of the Heavens” but sitting there in the +crimson velvet chair with a pale blue bow among +her braids and her soft gray veil shading her cheek +she was more like the daughter that she had ever +dreamed of—simple, sweet, and thoroughly lovable +Mrs. Towne was a trifle afraid of a woman who +looked <em>too</em> intellectual. Would she forgive Ralph +and trust him again? She was sure that she would +until Tessa unbuttoned her glove and drew it off; +the slight, strong hand was a revelation; the girl +had a will of her own. But might not her will +be towards him? “I wish that I knew nothing,” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_191'></a>191</span> +thought the mother, “the suspense will weary me, +the disappointment will be nearly as much for me +as for the boy.” +</p> +<p> +Meanwhile, unconscious Tessa, with the glove in +her fingers, was far away in the Milan cathedral +on the wall opposite her, looking into the arches of +the choir, feeling the sunlight through the glimmering +painted windows, thinking about the procession +of the scarlet-robed priests, and wondering +about the hidden chancel; if the picture were upon +her wall how it would glow and become alive in the +western light, the drooping banners would stir with +the breath of the evening, the censers would swing +and the notes of the organ would bear her up and +away. Away! Where? Was not all her world +in this little Dunellen? +</p> +<p> +“My son is always busy; he rushes into every +thing that he undertakes.” +</p> +<p> +The mother had a voice like the son’s; the soul +of sincerity was in it; the sincere, sympathetic +voice, the rush of feeling, love, regret, and sense +of loss that it brought filled her eyes too full to be +raised. At that instant Mrs. Towne was observing +her; her heart grew lighter, hoping for the thing +that might be. +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Towne held Tessa’s hand at parting. “I am +an old woman, so I may ask a favor of a young one, +will you come soon again?” +</p> +<p> +“Thank you, yes.” +</p> +<p> +“And often?” +</p> +<p> +Then she had to promise again. Dr. Towne was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_192'></a>192</span> +seldom at home; she thought of this when she +promised. She was thinking of it that evening in +the early twilight as she weeded among her pansies. +Dine said that it was a wonder that she had +not turned into a pansy herself by this time. +</p> +<p> +“Daughter, why do you sigh?” +</p> +<p> +Her father was seated in a rustic chair on the +piazza with a copy of <em>Burns</em> unopened upon his +knee; he had left the store earlier than usual that +afternoon, complaining of the old pain in his side. +</p> +<p> +“My sigh must be very loud or your ears very +sharp,” she replied, lifting her head. “I will bring +you some perfect pansies.” +</p> +<p> +He took them and looked down at them; she +stood at his side smoothing the straggling locks +on his bald forehead with her perfumed, soiled fingers. +“I think that if I knew nothing about God +but that He made pansies, I should love Him for +that,” she said at last. +</p> +<p> +“Is <em>that</em> what you were sighing over?” +</p> +<p> +“The sigh came out of the heart of the pansy. +I wish I knew how to love somebody.” +</p> +<p> +“Is that what you were sighing over?” +</p> +<p> +“I do not know how,” rubbing the soil from her +fingers, “to love when I lose faith. I do not know +how and it worries me.” +</p> +<p> +“You mean that you do not know how to honor +and trust when you lose faith. Are you so far on +the journey of life as that? Must I congratulate +you, daughter?” +</p> +<p> +“No; teach me.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_193'></a>193</span> +</p> +<p> +“No human teaching can teach you to love +where you have lost faith.” +</p> +<p> +“Well; nobody asks me to!” +</p> +<p> +“If any body ever does, look at your own failings; +that pulls me through.” +</p> +<p> +“I understand that,” still speaking in a troubled +voice, “but all the love and patience do no good; +people do not change because we love them.” +</p> +<p> +“No, they do not change, but <em>we</em> change.” +</p> +<p> +“That is not enough for me; I am not satisfied +with the blessing of giving, I want the other somebody +to have the blessing of receiving.” +</p> +<p> +“We do not know the end.” +</p> +<p> +“You two people do find queer things to talk +about,” cried a lively voice behind them. “If I +knew what mystical meant, I should say that it +was you and Tessa. Don’t you want to hear all +about Mrs. Towne, and what a <em>lovely</em> room we +were taken into?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, dear, and how her hair was fixed and just +how she was dressed.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa ran back to her pansies; Mrs. Wadsworth +had found a theme to enlarge upon for the next +half hour. As Tessa worked among the flowers, a +poem that she had learned that day while making +the button-holes sang itself through and through +her heart. +</p> +<p> + “Oh the hurt and the hurt and the hurt of love!<br /> + Wherever the sun shines, the waters go,<br /> + It hurts the snowdrop, it hurts the dove,<br /> + God on His throne, and man below.<br /> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_194'></a>194</span> + But sun would not shine nor waters go,<br /> + Snowdrop tremble nor fair dove moan,<br /> + God be on high, nor man below,<br /> + But for love—the love with its hurt alone.<br /> + Thou knowest, O, Saviour, its hurt and its sorrows,<br /> + Didst rescue its joy by the might of Thy pain;<br /> + Lord of all yesterdays, days, and to-morrows,<br /> + Help us love on in the hope of Thy gain!<br /> + Hurt as it may, love on, love forever;<br /> + Love for love’s sake like the Father above,<br /> + But for whose brave-hearted Son we had never<br /> + Known the sweet hurt of the sorrowful love.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +“I am not sincere in repeating that,” she mused. +“I <em>don’t</em> love on, love forever—and I don’t want +to! If I were in a book, every thing would make +no difference, nothing would make a difference—would +love on, love forever—and I don’t know +how. I wish I did. It would not change <em>him</em>, but +it would make <em>me</em> very glad and very good! I +can not attain to it.” +</p> +<p> +The grazing sound of wheels brought her back +to the pansies, then to Dr. Lake; he had driven up +close to the opening in the lilac shrubbery. +</p> +<p> +“Ah, Mystic.” +</p> +<p> +“Good evening, doctor.” +</p> +<p> +It was the first time that they had been alone +together since Sue’s engagement. She had been +dreading this first time. She arose and brushed +her hands against each other, moving towards the +opening in the lilacs. +</p> +<p> +“I saw you, and could not resist the temptation +of stopping to speak to you.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_195'></a>195</span> +</p> +<p> +“Thank you,” she said warmly. “Will you have +a lily?” +</p> +<p> +“No, lilies are not for me. Briers and thorns +grow for me.” +</p> +<p> +“Where are you riding to now?” +</p> +<p> +“Felix Harrison came home yesterday worse +than ever. I was there in the night and am going +again. Why don’t he die now that he has a +chance? Catch me throwing away such an opportunity.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope that you will never have such an opportunity,” +she answered, not thinking of what she +was saying. +</p> +<p> +“That’s always the way; the lucky ones die, the +unlucky ones live.” +</p> +<p> +“Can you not resist the temptation to tell me +any thing so trite as that?” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t be sharp, Mystic.” +</p> +<p> +She was leaning against the low fence, her hands +folded over each other, a breath of air stirring the +wavy hair around her temples, and touching the +pale blue ribbon at her throat, a white, graceful +figure, speaking in her animated way with the +flush of the pink rose tinting her cheeks and a +misty veil shadowing her eyes. +</p> +<p> +“A very pretty picture in a frame-work of brown +and green,” thought the old man in the rustic chair +on the piazza. +</p> +<p> +But she never thought of making a picture of herself, +she left such small coquetries to girls who had +nothing better to do or to think of. She had her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_196'></a>196</span> +life to live and her books to write! Nevertheless +two pairs of eyes found her pleasant to look upon. +Dr. Lake’s experiences had opened his eyes to see +that Tessa Wadsworth was unlike any woman that +he had ever known; she was to him the calm of +the moonlight, the fragrance of the spring, and the +restfulness of trust. +</p> +<p> +In these weeks of his trouble, had she been like +some other of the Dunellen girls, she would have +found her way without pushing into his heart by +the wide door that shallow Sue had left ajar. +</p> +<p> +His heart was open to any attractive woman +who would sympathize with him; to any woman +who would be glad of what Sue Greyson had thrown +away; she might have become aware of this but +for her instinctive habit of looking upward to love; +even the tenderest compassion mingled with some +admiration could not grow into love with her in +her present moods; she was too young and asked +too much of life for such a possibility. +</p> +<p> +In these days every man was too far below George +Macdonald and Frederick Robertson, unless indeed +it might be the new Greek professor; in her secret +heart she had begun to wonder if Philip Towne +were not something like them both; perhaps because +in his sermon that Sunday twilight in the +Park he had quoted a “declaration of Robertson’s”—“I +am better acquainted with Jesus Christ than +I am with any man on earth.” +</p> +<p> +The words came to her as she stood, to-night, +talking with Dr Lake; she was wishing that she +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_197'></a>197</span> +might repeat them to him; instead she only replied, +“Why shouldn’t I be sharp? You are a man and +therefore able to bear it.” +</p> +<p> +“Not much of a man—or wholly a man. I reckon +that is nearer right. I never saw a man yet +that a blow from a woman’s little finger wouldn’t +knock him over.” +</p> +<p> +“Not any woman’s finger.” +</p> +<p> +“Any thing would blow me over to-night. Why +do women have to make so many things when they +are married?” he asked earnestly. +</p> +<p> +“To keep the love they have won,” she said with +a mischievous laugh. “Don’t you know how soon +roses fade after they are rudely torn from the protection +and nourishment of the parent stem?” +</p> +<p> +“Rudely! They flutter, they pant, they struggle +to tear themselves loose! Why do you suppose that +she prefers Stacey to me?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know all things.” +</p> +<p> +“You know that. Answer.” +</p> +<p> +“She does not prefer <em>him</em>. He is the smallest +part of her calculations. Marriage with you would +make no change in her life; she seeks change; she +has never been married and lived in Philadelphia—therefore +to be married and live in Philadelphia must be glorious.” +</p> +<p> +“Then if I had money to take her anywhere and +everywhere she would have married me. I’ll turn +highwayman to get rich then. She shows me every +pretty thing she makes; dresses up in all her new +dresses and asks me if I feel like the bridegroom +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_198'></a>198</span> +lends me her engagement ring when she is tired of +it. I’d bite it in two if I dared—reads me his letters +and asks me to help her answer them for she can +only write a page and a half out of her own head.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa laughed; it was better to laugh than to be +angry, and Sue could not be any body but Sue +Greyson. +</p> +<p> +“She says that her only objection to him is his +name and age; she likes my name better, and scribbles +Sue Greyson Lake over his old envelopes. I +would like to send him one of them. I was reading +in the paper this morning of a man who shot +the girl that refused him; if I don’t shoot her it will +not be her fault, she is driving me mad. If I can’t +have her myself, <em>he</em> sha’n’t!” +</p> +<p> +She dropped her hands and turned away from +him. +</p> +<p> +“Mystic.” But she was among the pansies again. +</p> +<p> +“Mystic,” with the tone in his voice that she +would never forget, “come back. Don’t <em>you</em> throw +me over; I shall go to destruction if you do.” +</p> +<p> +“I can not help you. You do not try to help +yourself.” +</p> +<p> +“I know it. I don’t want to be helped. I drift. +I have no will to struggle. She plays with me like +a cat with a mouse. I do not know what I am +about half the time. I will take a double dose of +morphine some night. I wonder if she would cry +if she saw me dead. Men have done such things +with less provocation; men of my temperament, +too. Would <em>you</em> be sorry, Mystic?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_199'></a>199</span> +</p> +<p> +She stretched out her hands to take his hand in +both hers: “Don’t talk so,” she said brokenly. “You +know you do not mean it; why can’t you be brave +and good? I didn’t know that men were so weak.” +</p> +<p> +“I <em>am</em> weak—I have strayed, I have wandered +away—but I can go back.” +</p> +<p> +Long afterward she remembered these words; +they, with his last “good-by, Mystic,” were all that +she cared to remember among all the words that +he had ever spoken to her. +</p> +<p> +She did not speak; she moved her fingers caressingly +over his hand, thinking how pliant and feminine, +how characteristic, it was. +</p> +<p> +“I know a woman’s heart,” he ran on lightly; +“she is not a sacred mystery to me, as the fellows +say in books. I dissected an old negro woman’s +heart once; she died of enlargement of the heart, +so that it was as much a study as the largest heart +of her kind. Sue is going out to-night with Towne +and his mother—it’s a pity that <em>he</em> wouldn’t step in +now—she might let us all have a fair fight, and old +Gesner, too, with his simpering voice! She would +take Gesner only he doesn’t propose. ‘Thirty days +hath September.’ I wish it had thirty thousand. +When I was a youngster, and got a beating for not +learning that, I little thought that one day I <em>would</em> +learn it and count the days every night. Oh, that +rare and radiant first of October! Do you know,” +bending forward and lowering his tone, “that she +is more than half inclined to throw him over?” +</p> +<p> +“She is never more than half inclined to do +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_200'></a>200</span> +anything,” answered Tessa indignantly. “I wish that +he were here to keep her out of mischief. Why +do you stay so much with her? Surely you have +business enough to keep you out of her presence.” +</p> +<p> +He laughed excitedly. “Keep a starving man +away from bread when he has only to stretch out +his hand and snatch it.” +</p> +<p> +“You have found that your doll is stuffed with +sawdust, can’t you toss it aside?” +</p> +<p> +“I love sawdust,” he answered, comically. +</p> +<p> +“Then I’m ashamed of you.” +</p> +<p> +“You haven’t seen other men tried.” +</p> +<p> +“It is no honor to you to be thinking of her +under existing circumstances.” +</p> +<p> +“I would run away with her to-night if she +would run with me.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I despise you.” +</p> +<p> +“You love like a woman, Mystic; I love like a +man.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope that no man will ever dishonor himself +or dishonor me with love like that.” +</p> +<p> +As he stooped to pick up his glove, his breath +swept her cheek; she started, almost exclaiming +as she drew back, flushed and bewildered. He +colored angrily, then laughed an excited, reckless +laugh, and gathered the reins which had been +hanging loose. +</p> +<p> +“Dr. Lake,” in a hurried, tremulous voice, “please +don’t do that. Oh, why must you? Why can’t +you be brave?” Her voice was choking with +tears. “I did not <em>think</em> such a thing of you.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_201'></a>201</span> +</p> +<p> +“Of course you didn’t! But I will not do it +again—I really will not. I am half mad as I told +you. Good night, Mystic.” +</p> +<p> +“Good night,” she said sadly. +</p> +<p> +He held the reins still lingering. +</p> +<p> +“Will you ride with me again some day?” +</p> +<p> +“No, I don’t like to hear you talk.” +</p> +<p> +Again she went back to her pansies; the innocent +pansies with their faint, pure breath were +more congenial. As he drove under the maples, +he muttered words that would have startled her +as much as his tainted breath. +</p> +<p> +“Do you like it in this world, little pansies?” +she sighed. +</p> +<p> +Her father laid his book within a window on the +sill, and came down to her to talk about the buds +of the day-lilies; her mother fanned herself with +a palm-leaf fan and complained of the heat; Dinah +ran down-stairs, fresh and airy in green muslin +with a scarlet geranium among her curls, and +after standing still to ask if she looked pretty, ran +across to the planks to walk up and down with +Norah Bird with their arms linked and their heads +close together. +</p> +<p> +Tessa sighed again, remembering the old confidential +talks with Laura when they both cared for +the same things before she had outgrown Laura. +There were so many things in her world to be +sighed about to-night; the thought of Felix threw +all her life into shadow; Norah and Dinah were +laughing over some silly thing, and her mother +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_202'></a>202</span> +was vigorously waving the fan and vigorously +fretting at the heat and the dust in this same +hour in which Felix—her bright, good Felix—was +moaning out his feeble strength. She had not +dared to ask Dr. Lake how he was; what comfort +would it be to know that he was a little better or +a little worse? How could she talk to him of her +busy life and take him a copy of her book? She +was counting the days, also; for in October her +book would surely be out. +</p> +<p> +“You think more of that than you would of being +married,” Dinah had said that day. +</p> +<p> +“So I do—than to be married to any one I +know.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you expect to find somebody <em>new</em>?” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps I do not expect to find any one at all,” +she had answered. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, don’t be so dreary,” laughed Dinah. +</p> +<p> +<em>Was</em> that dreary? Once it might have seemed +dreary; a year ago with what a smiting pain she +would have echoed the word, but it was not a +dreary prospect to-night as she stood with her +father’s arm about her. +</p> +<p> +A new thing had happened to disturb her; Dinah +was becoming shy and constrained in the presence +of Mr. Hammerton; last summer she would +run out to meet him, hang on his arm and chatter +like a magpie; this summer she would oftener +avoid him than move forward to greet him; this +shamefacedness was altogether new and very becoming, +yet the elder sister did not like it. There +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_203'></a>203</span> +was no change in Mr. Hammerton, why should +there be change in Dinah or in herself? He came +no oftener than he had come last summer, he +manifested no preference, sometimes she thought that +this non-manifestation was too studied; gifts were +brought to each, were it books or flowers. Did poor +little Dine care for him, and was she so afraid of +revealing it? Or, had she decided that it was for +<em>her</em> sake that he came, and did she leave them so +often together alone that it might be pleasanter +for both? More than once or twice when he was +expected, she had pleaded an engagement with +Norah, and had not appeared until late in the +evening. +</p> +<p> +“I wonder what’s got Dine,” their mother had +remarked, “she seems possessed to run away from +Gus.” +</p> +<p> +Their father had looked annoyed and exclaimed, +“Nonsense, mother, nonsense.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s reverie was ended by Mr. Hammerton’s +quick step upon the planks. +</p> +<p> +“He was here last night,” commented Mrs. +Wadsworth as he crossed the street. +</p> +<p> +“Good evening, good people,” he said opening +the gate. “You make quite a picture! If you had +fruit and wine I should rub up my French or Spanish. +I think that I am not too late; I did not hear +until after tea that Professor Towne is to read tonight +in Association Hall; some of your favorites, +Lady Blue. Will you go, you and Dine?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes, indeed; that is just what I want.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_204'></a>204</span> +</p> +<p> +“It is to be selections from ‘Henry V.,’ ‘The +High Tide,’ ‘Locksley Hall,’ I think, and a few +lighter things. You will think that you would +rather elocute ‘The High Tide’ than even to have +written it.” +</p> +<p> +“That is impossible. Did you tell Dine?” +</p> +<p> +“No, but I will. It was proper to ask the elder +sister was it not?” +</p> +<p> +“I am not Leah,” said Tessa seriously, “call +Rachel.” +</p> +<p> +“Rachel! Rachel!” he called, beckoning to Dinah. +Dinah whistled by way of reply and dropped +Norah’s arm. +</p> +<p> +“Have you brought me Mother Goose or a +sugar-plum?” she asked lightly. “And why do you +call me Rachel?” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t talk nonsense, children,” said Mr. Wadsworth +very gravely. The color deepened in Mr. +Hammerton’s cheeks and forehead as he met the +old man’s grave eyes. “Mother, let’s you and I +go too,” proposed Mr. Wadsworth, “we will +imagine it to be twenty-seven years ago.” +</p> +<p> +“I only wish it was,” was the dissatisfied reply. +</p> +<p> +That evening was an event in Tessa’s quiet life: +she heard no sound but the reader’s voice, she saw +no face but his; she drew a long breath when the +last words were uttered. +</p> +<p> +“Was it so good as all that?” whispered Mr. +Hammerton. “You shall go to the Chapel with +me next Sunday and hear him preach about +‘Meditation.’” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_205'></a>205</span> +</p> +<p> +Dr. Towne, his mother, and Sue Greyson were +seated near them; she did not observe the group +until she arose to leave the hall. +</p> +<p> +“Wasn’t it stupid?” muttered Sue, catching at +her sleeve. “And isn’t he perfectly elegant? Almost +as elegant as the doctor.” +</p> +<p> +“You will not forget your promise?” Mrs. Towne +said as Tessa turned towards her. +</p> +<p> +“Has Miss Tessa been making you a promise? +She does not know how to break her word,” said +Dr. Towne. +</p> +<p> +“You do not need to tell me that; her eyes are +promise-keepers.” +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Towne kept her at her side until they +reached the entrance and would have detained her +until Professor Towne had made his way to them, +had not Mr. Hammerton understood by the moving +of her lips that she was not pleased and hurried +her away. +</p> +<p> +“I hope that I shall never become acquainted +with Professor Towne,” exclaimed Tessa nervously, +as Mr. Hammerton drew her hand within his arm. +</p> +<p> +“Why not? I thought that you were wrapped +up in him as the young ladies say.” +</p> +<p> +“Suppose I make a hole in him and find him +stuffed with sawdust.” +</p> +<p> +“You could immediately retire into a convent.” +</p> +<p> +Dinah had mischievously fallen behind with her +father and mother. +</p> +<p> +“Then I could never find my <em>good</em> man?” +</p> +<p> +“Must you find him or die forlorn?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_206'></a>206</span> +</p> +<p> +For several moments she found no answer: then +the words came deliberately; “Perhaps I <em>need</em> not; +I wonder why I thought there was a <em>must</em> in the +matter; why may I not be happy and helpful without +ending as good little girls do in fairy stories? +I need not live or die forlorn—and yet—Gus, +you are the only person in the whole world +to whom I would confess that I would rather be +like the good little girl in the fairy story! Please +forget it.” +</p> +<p> +“It is too pleasant to forget,” he answered. “I +do not want you to be too ambitious or too wise +for the good old fashions of wife and mother!” +</p> +<p> +“How can any woman be that!” she exclaimed +indignantly. +</p> +<p> +“May you never know.” +</p> +<p> +“What an easy time Eve had! All she had to +do was to be led to Adam. She would not have +chosen him a while afterward; he was altogether +too much under her influence.” +</p> +<p> +“That weakness has become a part of our original +sin.” +</p> +<p> +“It isn’t yours,” she retorted. +</p> +<p> +“Am I so different from other men?” he asked +in a constrained voice. +</p> +<p> +“Most assuredly. I should as soon think of a +whole row of encyclopedias falling in love.” +</p> +<p> +Mr. Hammerton was silent, for once repartee +failed him. +</p> +<p> +Suddenly she asked, “Is your imagination a trial +to you?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_207'></a>207</span> +</p> +<p> +“Haven’t you often told me that I am stupid as +an old geometry.” +</p> +<p> +“And I hate geometry.” +</p> +<p> +“You read, you write, you live, you love through +your imagination. You wrap the person you love +in a rosy mist that is the breath of your hopeful +heart, and you see your hero through that mist. Of +course the mist fades and you have but the ugly outline—then, +without stopping to see what God hath +wrought, you cry out, ‘Oh, the horrible! the dreadful!’ +and run away with your fingers in your ears.” +</p> +<p> +A few silent steps, then she said, “I deserve that. +It is all true. Why did you not tell me before?” +</p> +<p> +“I left it to time and common sense.” +</p> +<p> +“It will take a great deal of both to make me +sensible,” she answered humbly, and then added, +“if suffering would root out my fancies—but I am +like the child that tumbles and tumbles, and then +tumbles again. I need to be guided by such a +steady hand. Sometimes I do long so for somebody +to do me good.” +</p> +<p> +Her companion’s silence might be sympathetic; +as such she interpreted it, or she could not have said +what she never ceased wondering at herself for saying—“I +am not disappointed in love; but I <em>am</em> disappointed +in loving. I thought that love was once +and forever. Poets say so.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, but we do not know how they live their +poetry.” +</p> +<p> +“I know that my poetry fails me when extremity +comes.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_208'></a>208</span> +</p> +<p> +“Has the extremity come?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” she said bravely. +</p> +<p> +“And that is another thing that I am not to +know.” +</p> +<p> +“Not for five and fifty years. I will pigeon-hole +all my experiences for you—if there is no one to +object on my side or yours.” +</p> +<p> +“What about the reading? Was it all that you +expected?” +</p> +<p> +“Wait a minute; call Dine before we talk it over.” +</p> +<p> +They had outwalked the others; Mr. Hammerton’s +strides would not be pleasant to keep pace +with in the long walk of life, as Dinah had once +told him. It was a truth that no one recognized so +well as himself, that he lacked the power of adaptation; +he was too tall or too short, too broad or +too narrow, too crooked or too straight for any +niche in Dunellen, but the one that he had found in +his boyhood by the snug, safe corner in the home +where Dinah was growing up to entangle herself +in his heart, and Tessa, lovable and wise, to enthrone +herself in his intellect. In the game of forfeits, +when he had been doomed to “Bow to the +wittiest, kneel to the prettiest, and kiss the one +you love the best,” in the long ago evenings, when +they were all, old and young, children together, he +had always bowed to Tessa and knelt to bewitching +little Dine and kissed her. Now he bowed to +Tessa, but he did not kiss Dine. +</p> +<p> +They stood waiting near a lamp-post; he, fidgeting +as usual, she, straight and still. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_209'></a>209</span> +</p> +<p> +“Lady Blue, you never put me on a pedestal, did +you?” +</p> +<p> +“No, you never kept still long enough.” +</p> +<p> +Professor Towne passed them with Mrs. Towne +leaning upon his arm; Mrs. Towne bowed and +smiled, he lifted his hat in recognition of Tessa’s +hesitating half inclination. +</p> +<p> +“Why, Tessa! Do you know him?” +</p> +<p> +“I almost spoke to him one day by mistake; I +did not intend to bow, but he looked at me—I suppose +the bow bowed itself.” +</p> +<p> +“He has a noble presence! He is altogether +finer physically than his cousin.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know that he is,” she answered wilfully. +Dinah came willingly enough; they walked +more slowly and talked. +</p> +<p> +“Tessa,” began Dine abruptly as they were brushing +their hair at bedtime, “isn’t Gus a fine talker?” +</p> +<p> +“Is he like Coleridge? He could talk four hours +without interruption, but sometimes his listeners, +learned men too, did not understand a word of it.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not always understand Gus.” +</p> +<p> +“Gus does not ramble; he is plain enough.” +</p> +<p> +Dine brushed out a long curl and looked down +upon it. “I shall ask him to give me a list of books +that I ought to read.” +</p> +<p> +“I confess that while I understand what he says +I do not understand <em>him</em>. If you do, you are wiser +than I.” +</p> +<p> +“I guess that I am wiser than you.” +</p> +<p> +“I used to think that I understood people; I have +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_210'></a>210</span> +come to the conclusion that I do not understand +even my own self.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you like garnet? I want a garnet in some +material this winter. Gus says that I am a butterfly.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, you are pretty in warm colors.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa drew a chair to the open window and sat +a long time leaning her elbows on the sill with her +face towards the Harrison Homestead. Felix had +always been so proud of the old house with its tiled +chimney-pieces, with its ancient crockery brought +from Holland and the iron bound Bible with the +names of his ancestors; for two hundred years the +place had been held in the Harrison name, a great-great-grandfather +having purchased the land from +the Indians. He had said once to her, “I have a +good old honest name to give to you, Tessa.” She +would have worn his name worthily for his sake; +if it might be,—but her father would hold her back,—why +should she not sacrifice herself? Was not +Felix worthy of her devotion? What other grander +thing could she ever do? The moon was rising; +she changed her position to watch it and did not +leave it until it stood high above the apple orchard. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_211'></a>211</span><a name='ch14' id='ch14'></a>XIV.—WHEAT, NOT BREAD.</h2> +<p> +Early one evening Tessa was writing alone in +her own chamber; Dinah was spending a few +days in Dunellen; while Dinah was away she +wrote more than usual out of her loneliness. +</p> +<p> +Becoming wearied she laid the neat manuscript +away and began scribbling with a pencil on a half +sheet of foolscap; the disconnected words revealed +the thoughts that had been troubling her all day. +</p> +<p> +“Counsel. Waiting. Asking. Deception. +Years and years. Oh, I <em>want</em> to go to heaven.” +</p> +<p> +A tap at the door sounded twice before it broke +upon her reverie; absent-mindedly she opened +the door, but the absent-mindedness was lost in +the flash of light that burst over her face when +she recognized, in the twilight, the one person in +all the world whom she wished to see. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I was wishing for you! Did some good +spirit send you.” +</p> +<p> +“I have been feeling all day that you wanted +me,” said the little woman suffering herself to be +drawn into the room. “What are you doing?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_212'></a>212</span> +</p> +<p> +“Feeling wicked and miserable and wanting to +go to heaven.” +</p> +<p> +“You are not the kind to go to heaven, you are +the kind to stay on earth; what would you do in +heaven if you do not love to do God’s will on +earth?” +</p> +<p> +Tessa drew her rocker nearer the open window +and seated her guest in it, moved a low seat beside +it, and sat down folding her hands in her lap. +</p> +<p> +“What shall I do on earth?” she asked. +</p> +<p> +“What you are told.” +</p> +<p> +“I can not always see or hear what I must do.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s a pity.” +</p> +<p> +“Can you?” +</p> +<p> +“I could not once; I can now.” +</p> +<p> +“How can you now?” +</p> +<p> +“Because I desire but one thing—and that is always +made plain to me.” +</p> +<p> +“But how can you get over <em>wanting</em> things?” +</p> +<p> +“I can not.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not understand.” +</p> +<p> +“I mean only this, dear child; I do want things, +but I want God’s will most of all.” +</p> +<p> +“Sometimes I think I do, and then I <em>know</em> that I +do not. Do you think,” lowering her voice and +speaking more slowly, “that He ever <em>deceives</em> any +body?” +</p> +<p> +“He sometimes, oftentimes, allows them to be +deceived,—is that what you mean?” +</p> +<p> +“He does not do it.” +</p> +<p> +“No, but He allows others to do it.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_213'></a>213</span> +</p> +<p> +“Not—when—they pray—about it and ask what +they may do—would He let somebody who prayed +be deceived?” +</p> +<p> +Miss Jewett was removing her gloves. She +smoothed out each finger and thumb before she +spoke, and laid them on the window-sill. +</p> +<p> +“I have been trying to think—oh, now, I know! +Do you not remember one whom He permitted to +be deceived after asking His counsel?” +</p> +<p> +“No. I thought the thing impossible. I do not +see how such a thing can be.” +</p> +<p> +“It can be; it has been. What for, do you suppose?” +</p> +<p> +“To teach some lesson. I am learning—oh, how +bitterly!—that His teaching is the best of His +gifts.” +</p> +<p> +“So it is, child; but oh, how we have to be +crushed before we can believe it. Is your life so +hard? It appears a very happy life to me.” +</p> +<p> +“So every one else thinks. I suppose it would +be, but that I make my own trials; <em>do</em> I make +them? No, I don’t! How can I make things +hard when I only do what seems the only right +thing to do. Tell me about that somebody who +was deceived—like me,” she added. +</p> +<p> +“He was a priest; he ministered before the Lord, +and he believed in David, because he was an honorable +man, and high in the king’s household; so +when David came to him and said: ‘The king hath +commanded me a business, and hath said unto me, +Let no man know it,’ of course, he believed him, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_214'></a>214</span> +and when he asked him for bread the old priest +would have given it, not thinking that in harboring +the king’s son-in-law he was guilty of treason; +but he had no bread; he had nothing but +the shew-bread, which only the priests might eat. +He did not dare give him that until he asked counsel +of the Lord. No priest had ever dared before, +and how could he dare? But David and his men +were starving, they dared go to no one else for +help; but the priest didn’t know that, poor, old, +trustful man, so he asked counsel, and having obtained +permission, he gave to David the hallowed +bread. That was right, because our Lord approves +of it; then David asked for Goliath’s sword, and he +gave him that, and went to sleep that night as +sweetly as the night before, I have no doubt, because +he had asked counsel of the Lord and followed +it.” +</p> +<p> +“Did any harm come to him?” asked Tessa, +quickly. +</p> +<p> +“Harm! He lost his head; Saul slew him for +treason; and he pleaded before the king: ‘And who +is so faithful among all thy servants as David, +which is the king’s son-in-law, and goeth at thy +bidding, and is honorable in thine house?’ God +could have warned him or have brought to his ears +the news that David was an outlaw, but He suffered +him to be deceived and lose his life for trusting +in the man who was telling him a lie.” +</p> +<p> +After a silence Tessa said: “He <em>had</em> to obey! +I’m glad that he obeyed; I believe that was written +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_215'></a>215</span> +just for me. I asked God once to let somebody +love me, and I trusted him, because I thought that +God had given him to me—and it has broken my +heart with shame. I did not know before that He +let me be deceived; I knew that I was obeying +Him, but I thought that my humiliation was my +punishment for doing I knew not what.” +</p> +<p> +“Now I know the secret of some of your articles +that I have cried over; not less than ten people told +me how much they were helped by that article of +yours, ‘Night and Day.’” +</p> +<p> +“I have three letters that I will show you sometime; +I know that my trouble has worn a channel +in my heart through which God’s blessing flows; +except for that I should have almost died.” +</p> +<p> +“You do not look like dying; your eyes are as +clear as a bell, and there’s plenty of fun in you yet.” +</p> +<p> +“The fun and sarcasm are a little bit sanctified, +I think; I never say sharp things nowadays.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps the answer to your prayer has not all +come yet; sometimes the answer is given to us to +spoil it or use as we please, just as the mother gives +the child five cents in answer to his coaxing, and +the hap or mishap of it is in his hands. Perhaps +He has given you the wheat, and you must grind +it and bake it into bread; be careful how you grind +and how you knead and bake! To some people, +like Sue Greyson, He gives bread ready baked, but +you can receive more, and therefore to you He +gives more—more opportunity and more discipline. +To be born with a talent for discipline, Tessa, is a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_216'></a>216</span> +wonderful gift, and oh, how such have to be taught! +Would you rather be like flighty Sue?” +</p> +<p> +“No, oh, no, indeed,” shivered Tessa, “but she +can go to sleep when I have to lie awake.” +</p> +<p> +“Now I must go.” +</p> +<p> +“I’ll walk to the end of the planks with you.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa was too much moved to care to talk; the +walk with Miss Jewett was almost as silent as her +walk homeward alone. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_217'></a>217</span><a name='ch15' id='ch15'></a>XV.—SEPTEMBER.</h2> +<p> +If Miss Jewett had not been once upon a laughing +time a girl herself, she would have wondered +where the girls in Dunellen found so much to +laugh about. Nan Gerard laughed. Sue Greyson +laughed, and Tessa Wadsworth laughed; they +laughed separately, and they laughed together; +they cried separately, too, but they did not cry +together. Nan knew that it was September, because +she had planned to come to Dunellen in September; +Sue knew, because so few days remained +before her wedding-day; and Tessa knew, because +she found the September golden rod and pale, fall +daisies in her long walks towards Mayfield; she +knew it, also, because her book was copied and at +the publishers’, awaiting the decision over which +she trembled in anticipation night and day. One +morning, late in the month, she found at the post-office +a long, thick, yellow envelope, containing +two dozens of pictures; several of them she had +seen long ago in Sunday-school books, those that +were new to her, appeared cut or torn from some +book; the letter enclosed with the pictures requested +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_218'></a>218</span> +her to write a couple of books and to use +those pictures. +</p> +<p> +“I’ve heard of illustrating books,” she laughed +to herself, “but it seems that I must illustrate +pictures.” +</p> +<p> +Coaxing Miss Jewett into her little parlor, she +showed her the pictures, and read aloud the letter. +</p> +<p> +“I think it is a great compliment to you,” said +the little woman, admiringly. “You do not seem +to think of that.” +</p> +<p> +“Father will think so. You and he are such +humble people, that you think me exalted! Women +have become famous before they were as old +as I.” +</p> +<p> +“You may become famous yet.” +</p> +<p> +“It isn’t in me. Genius is bold; if it were in +me, I should find some way of knowing it. My +work is such a little bit, such a poor little bit. +But I do like the letter.” +</p> +<p> +“You will be glad of it when you are old.” +</p> +<p> +“I am glad of it now.” +</p> +<p> +She read it again: the penmanship was straggling +and ugly. +</p> +<p> +“I do not know how to talk to you; you remind +me of Tryphena and Tryphosa; St. Paul would +know what to say to you. You seem to have no +worldliness in your aims. Your style is impressive. +I think that we can keep your pen busy. +Your last manuscript is still in the balance.” +</p> +<p> +“If it be found wanting, what shall I do! The +suspense wears upon me.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_219'></a>219</span> +</p> +<p> +“I begin to understand why mediocrity is long-lived. +Don’t be a goose, child.” +</p> +<p> +Mr. Wadsworth was at his desk; he read the +letter through twice without comment. +</p> +<p> +“Well!” she said, playing with a morsel of pink +blotting paper. +</p> +<p> +“It’s <em>beautiful</em>, daughter.” +</p> +<p> +She wondered why it did not seem so much to +her as it did to him and to Miss Jewett. +</p> +<p> +“I expect that Dine will take to authorship +next.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s lips were keeping a secret, for Dine was +writing a little story. When had she ever failed +to attempt the thing that Tessa had done? She +had not taken Tessa’s place in school, and had been +graduated much nearer the foot of her class than +Tessa had ever stood; still she had Tessa’s knack +of writing stories, and telling stories, and had, at +her urging, written a story for boys, which Tessa +had criticised and copied; Dinah’s penmanship +being very pretty, but not at all plain. The letter +made no allusion to the fate of Dinah’s story; +somewhat anxious about this, she slipped the bulky +envelope into her pocket and turned her face homewards. +Her winter’s work was laid out for her; +there was nothing to do but to do it. +</p> +<p> +So full was she with plans for the books that she +did not hear steps behind her and at her side until +Sue Greyson nudged her. +</p> +<p> +“Say, Tessa, turn down Market Street with me; +I have something to tell you.” The serious, startled +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_220'></a>220</span> +voice arrested her instantly. What new and +dreadful thing had Sue been doing now? Her +only dread was for Dr. Lake. +</p> +<p> +“I’ve been ordering things for dinner; we have +dinner at four, so I can afford to run around town +in the morning. I’m in a horrid fix and there’s +nobody to help me out.” +</p> +<p> +“What about?” +</p> +<p> +“<em>I</em> haven’t been doing any thing; it’s other people; +it’s always other people,” she said plaintively, +“somebody is always doing something to upset +my plans. You do not sympathize with me, you +never do.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not know how to sympathize with any +thing that is not straightforward and true, and +your course is rather zigzag.” +</p> +<p> +“Dr. Towne said—” +</p> +<p> +“You haven’t been talking to <em>him</em>,” interrupted +Tessa, flushing. +</p> +<p> +“No, only he called to see father and I was home +alone and he asked me what ailed me and I had to +tell him that I didn’t want to be married.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, what could he say?” +</p> +<p> +“He said, ‘Stay with your father and be a good +girl,’” laughed Sue, “the last thing I would think +of doing. Father looks so glum and says, ‘Oh, my +little girl, what shall I do without you! I wish +that fellow was at the bottom of the sea!’ So do +I, too. I don’t see why I ever promised to marry +him! I think that I must have been bereft of my +senses.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_221'></a>221</span> +</p> +<p> +“Why not ask him to wait a year—you will +know your own mind—if you have any—by that +time.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, deary me! I’d be married to John Gesner +or some other old fool with money by that time! +You don’t mind being an old maid, but <em>I</em> do!” +</p> +<p> +“How do you know that I don’t mind?” Tessa +could not forbear asking. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, you wouldn’t be so happy and like to do +things. I believe that I like Gerald a great deal +better any way.” +</p> +<p> +She grew frightened at Tessa’s stillness; there +was not one sympathetic line in the stern curving +of her lips. +</p> +<p> +“Have you told Dr. Lake that?” +</p> +<p> +“You needn’t cut me in two,” laughed Sue uneasily, +“men can’t <em>sue</em> women for breach of promise +can they?” +</p> +<p> +“Answer me, please.” +</p> +<p> +Sue hesitated, colored, stammered, finally confessed +in a weak voice that tried hard to be brave, +“Yes, I have! There now! You can’t hurt me! +Father said last night that if I had taken Lake he +would have given me the house and every thing +in it ‘for the old woman to keep house with,’ you +know! And then he said that it was hard for me +to leave him now that he is growing old, that he +would have to marry somebody that wouldn’t care +for him, that he never had had much pleasure in +his life, that Gerald was a good physician and they +could work together and how happy we might all +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_222'></a>222</span> +have been! He was mad enough though when he +first discovered that Gerald was in love with me; +he threatened to send him off. But that’s his way! +He is one thing one day and another thing the +next! And I couldn’t help it, Tessa, I really, <em>really</em> +couldn’t, but I was so homesick and just then +Gerald came in—he looked so tired, his cough has +come back, too—and when he said ‘How many +days yet, Susan?’ I said quick, before I thought, +‘I like you a hundred times better! I would rather +marry you than Stacey.’ And then he turned so +white that I thought he was dead, and he said +something, I don’t know whether it was swearing +or praying—and caught me in his arms, and said +after that he would never let me go! And then I +said—I said—I couldn’t help it—that I would write +to Stacey and send back the ring and he took it off +and tossed it out the window! I And then I made +him go and find it! Stacey can give it to some +other girl. I didn’t hurt it. I always took it off +when I swept or wet my hands. Life is so uncertain, +I thought that he might want it again.” +</p> +<p> +“Life <em>is</em> uncertain. I never realized it until this +minute.” +</p> +<p> +“Now your voice isn’t angry,” said poor Sue +eagerly. “I want you to think that I have done +right.” +</p> +<p> +“When my moral perceptions are blunted, I +will.” +</p> +<p> +“Go away, saying ‘moral perceptions.’ I don’t +know what Dr. Towne will think either. Well, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_223'></a>223</span> +what’s did can’t be undid! Now Gerald says that +I sha’n’t put it off, but that I’ve got to marry him +on that day. I know that you think it is horrid, +but you never have lovers, so you don’t know! I +don’t see why, either. You are a great deal prettier +than I am. When I am tired, I am the lookingest +thing, but you always look sweet and peaceful. +Don’t you think that I ought to please father +and stay home? Why don’t you say something? +Are you struck dumb?” +</p> +<p> +“I can not understand it—yet.” +</p> +<p> +“I think that I have made it plain enough,” cried +Sue, angrily. “You must be very stupid. You like +Gerald so much—I used to be jealous—that you +ought to be glad for him!” +</p> +<p> +“I do like him. I like him so well, Sue, that I +want him to have a faithful and true wife. O, Sue! +Sue Greyson! What are you to take that man’s +life into your hands?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know what you mean. I love him, of +course! If you think so much of him, why don’t +you marry him?” +</p> +<p> +“The question is not worth a reply.” +</p> +<p> +“You ought to comfort me; I haven’t any mother,” +returned Sue, miserably. +</p> +<p> +“It is well for her that you haven’t.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t see why you can’t let me be comfortable,” +whined Sue; “every thing would be lovely +if you didn’t spoil it all. Gerald is as wild as a +lunatic. He shall write to Stacey or father shall, +or I’ll be married beforehand and send him the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_224'></a>224</span> +paper. I could do it in ten days. Do come home +with me, I want you to see my wedding dress! +It’s too lovely for any thing. My travelling dress +is an elegant brown; I got brown to please Stacey, +but Gerald likes it.” +</p> +<p> +“It’s a good idea to choose a color that gentlemen +like generally; life is so uncertain.” +</p> +<p> +“So it is,” replied Sue, unconsciously. “I think +that you might congratulate me,” she added, with +her hysterical laugh. “You didn’t think that your +gold thimble would make pretty things for Dr. +Lake’s wife, did you?” +</p> +<p> +“I congratulate <em>you</em>! I hope that I may congratulate +him, in time. Dr. Lake is trying to +pour a gallon into a half pint. I hope that one +of you will die before you make each other very +miserable.” +</p> +<p> +“You mean thing,” said Sue, almost crying. +</p> +<p> +“I do not mean to hurt you, Sue, but you are +doing something that is wretched beyond words. +Don’t you care at all for that poor fellow who loves +you?” +</p> +<p> +“Gerald loves me, too,” she answered proudly. +“You are ugly to me, and I haven’t any body that +I dare talk to but you. Mary Sherwood says that +telling you things is like throwing things into the +sea; nobody ever finds them.” +</p> +<p> +“I must be very full of rubbish.” +</p> +<p> +“We are going to Washington on our bridal +trip; we can’t stay long, for father will not spare +Gerald. I shall ask nobody but Dr. Towne and his +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_225'></a>225</span> +mother, and Miss Jewett, and you, and Dine. Will +you come?” she asked hesitatingly. +</p> +<p> +“I will come for Dr. Lake’s sake.” +</p> +<p> +“I got a letter from Stacey this morning. I +haven’t opened it yet; it will make me very sad. +I wish that I wasn’t so sensitive about things. It’s +a dreadful trouble to me. I looked in the glass the +first thing this morning expecting that my hair +would be all white. I’m dying to show you my +things; do come home with me.” +</p> +<p> +“Sue, do you ever say your prayers?” +</p> +<p> +“To be sure I do,” she replied, with a startled +emphasis. +</p> +<p> +“Then be sure to say them before you write to +that poor fellow.” +</p> +<p> +“I wish that you would write for me. Will you +come the night before and stay all night with me? +I shall be so afraid that the roof will tumble in, or +somebody come down the chimney to catch me, +that I sha’n’t sleep a wink.” +</p> +<p> +The curves of Tessa’s lips relented. “Yes, I will +come. If somebody come they shall catch me, too.” +</p> +<p> +“You are a darling, after all. We are to be married +about noon; Day is to send in the breakfast +and the waiters—that <em>was</em> the plan, and if father +isn’t <em>too</em> mad, I suppose he’ll do the same now.” +</p> +<p> +She stood still at the corner. “Well, if I do not +see you—good-by till the last night of your girlhood.” +</p> +<p> +“Last night of my girlhood,” repeated Sue. +“What are the other hoods?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_226'></a>226</span> +</p> +<p> +“Womanhood.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes, and <em>widowhood</em>,” she said lightly. +</p> +<p> +Tessa turned the corner and walked rapidly +along the pavement. “Motherhood,” she was thinking, +“the sweetest hood of all! But I can sooner +think of that in connection with a monkey or a +butterfly than with Sue.” +</p> +<p> +At the next corner another interruption faced +her in the forms of Mary Sherwood and laughing +Naughty Nan. +</p> +<p> +The lively chat was ended with an expostulation +from Nan. “Now, Mary Sherwood, hurry. You +know that I must do several things this afternoon. +I’m going to Mayfield and Green Valley with the +handsome black bear, Miss Wadsworth.” +</p> +<p> +It was the day for her afternoon with Mrs. Towne; +it had chanced that she had given to her every +Tuesday afternoon. It touched her to find the +white-haired, feeble, old lady watching for her at +the window. Tessa loved her because she was cultured +and beautiful; she loved her voice, her shapely, +soft hands, her pretty motions, her elegant and +becoming dress, and because—O, foolish Tessa, for +a reason that she had tossed away, scorning herself—she +was Ralph Towne’s mother. Not once in +all these times had she met Dr. Towne in his own +home; not until this afternoon in which he was to +take Miss Gerard driving. +</p> +<p> +“My mother is engaged with callers, Miss Tessa; +she asked me to take you to her sitting-room, and +to take care of you for half an hour.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_227'></a>227</span> +</p> +<p> +“I am sorry to trouble you,” said she confusedly. +“I want to see Miss Jewett; I will return in half +an hour.” +</p> +<p> +“And not give me the pleasure of the half hour? +When have you and I had half an hour together?” +</p> +<p> +She remembered. +</p> +<p> +“On the last night of the old year, was it not? +Come with me and ‘take off your things.’ Isn’t +that the thing to say?” +</p> +<p> +Unwillingly she followed him; he wheeled a +chair into one of the wide windows overlooking +the Park, laid away hat, sacque, and gloves, then +seated himself lazily in the chair that he had +wheeled to face her own. It was almost like the +afternoons in the shabby parlor at home; so like +them that she could not at first lift her eyes; in a +mirror into which she had glanced, she had noticed +how very pale lips and cheeks were and how dark +her eyes were glowing. +</p> +<p> +He bent forward in a professional manner and +laid two fingers on her throbbing wrist. “Miss +Tessa, what are you doing to lose flesh so?” +</p> +<p> +With that, she lifted her eyes, the color coming +with a rush. “Wouldn’t you like to see my tongue, +too?” +</p> +<p> +“I know your tongue; it has a sharp point.” +</p> +<p> +“I am sorry.” +</p> +<p> +“No you are not,” he answered settling himself +back in an easy position, and taking a penknife +from his pocket to play with. The small knife, +with the pearl handle; how often she had seen that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_228'></a>228</span> +in his fingers. “You are a student, of human nature; +tell me what you think of me.” +</p> +<p> +How could she give to that amused assurance +the bare, ugly truth! +</p> +<p> +“How many times have you changed your mind +about me?” +</p> +<p> +“Once, only once.” +</p> +<p> +“Then your first impression of me was not +correct.” +</p> +<p> +With her usual directness, she answered, “No.” +</p> +<p> +The blade snapped. If she had seen but his face +she would have supposed that he had cut himself. +She hastened to speak: “Some one says that we +must change our minds three times before we can +be sure.” +</p> +<p> +“But I do not want to wait until you are sure.” +</p> +<p> +“I am sure now.” +</p> +<p> +“No doubt. Tell me now.” +</p> +<p> +How many times his irresistibly boyish manner +had forced from her words that she had afterward +sorely regretted! +</p> +<p> +“You will not be pleased. You will dislike me +forever after.” +</p> +<p> +“Much you will care for that.” +</p> +<p> +“Shall I not?” smiling at the humor in his eyes. +“I think that I do not care as I once did for what +people think of me; the question nowadays is what +I think of them.” +</p> +<p> +“I will remember,” he said urgently, “that I +brought it all upon my own head.” +</p> +<p> +How could he guess that in her heart was lodged +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_229'></a>229</span> +one unpleasant thought of him? Had she not a little +while—such a little while since—cared so much +for him that he was grieved for her? +</p> +<p> +“You must promise not to be cross.” +</p> +<p> +“I promise,” taking out his watch. “You may +hammer at me for twenty minutes. I have an engagement +at half past three.” +</p> +<p> +Did Nan Gerard care as she had cared once? +Would the sound of his wheels be to Naughty Nan +what they were to her a year ago? A blue and +gold edition of Longfellow was laid open on its +face on the broad window-sill; she ran her forefinger +the length of both covers before she could +temper her voice; she did not wish to speak coldly, +and yet her heart was very cold towards him. +</p> +<p> +“I think that you took me by surprise at first; +I thought you were the handsomest man in the +world—” +</p> +<p> +“You have changed that opinion?” he said, +laughing. +</p> +<p> +“Yes; I should not think of describing you as +handsome now; I should simply say that you were +tall, dark, with deep-set, not remarkable, brown +eyes, a quiet manner, given to few words—not at +all remarkable, you are aware.” +</p> +<p> +“Go on, I am not demolished yet.” +</p> +<p> +“Your spirit I created out of my own fancies; I +gave you in those enthusiastic days a heart like a +woman’s heart, and a perfect intellect. You were +my Sir Galahad, until I knew that some things +you said were not—quite true?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_230'></a>230</span> +</p> +<p> +“Not quite true!” he repeated huskily. +</p> +<p> +Her eyes as well as her fingers were on the blue +covers. +</p> +<p> +“Not true as I meant truth. Your words did +not mean to you what they meant to me—I beg +your pardon; do not let me savor of strong-mindedness, +but I speak from my heart to your heart. +You asked me a question frankly, I have answered +it frankly. You said some things to Sue that you +ought not to have said and that hurt me; I began +to feel that you are not sincere through and through +and through. At first I believed wholly in you +and then I believed not at all. I was very bitter. +And it hurt me so that I would rather have died.” +</p> +<p> +Her tone was as cold and even as if she were reciting +a theorem in <em>Legendre</em>. +</p> +<p> +“So you died because you were not true, but you +did not go to heaven because you had never lived, +and therefore I can not expect to find you again. +I did not know before how sad such a burial is.” +</p> +<p> +“Why can not you expect to find me again?” +</p> +<p> +“To find what? That fancy? If there is any +one in the world as good, as true, as strong, gentle +and sympathetic as my ideal, I surely hope to find +that he is in the world.” +</p> +<p> +“You thought that his name was Ralph Towne, +and now you know that his name is not Ralph +Towne.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not know what his name may be.” +</p> +<p> +“You think the real Ralph Towne is a stranger +not worth knowing?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_231'></a>231</span> +</p> +<p> +“He is a stranger, certainly; whether or not he +is worth knowing you know best.” +</p> +<p> +She laughed, but not the suspicion of a smile +gleamed in his eyes; she had forgotten that they +could be as dark and stern as this. +</p> +<p> +“Time will show you, Miss Tessa,” he said humbly. +</p> +<p> +“I <em>am</em> sharp. I did not mean to be. But it cuts +me so when I think that you can flirt with girls +like Sue and Miss Gerard. Do you know of what +it reminds me? Once the enemy fell upon the +rear of an army and smote all that were feeble, +when they were faint and weary; it was an army +of women and little children, as well as men, and +they did not go forth to war; all they asked was a +peaceable passage through the land.” +</p> +<p> +The door was pushed softly open; Tessa lifted +her eyes to behold the rare vision of shining gray +silk, and real lace, a fine face crowned with white +braids and lighted by the softest and brownest of +brown eyes. +</p> +<p> +“My dear.” All her motherhood was concentrated +in the two worn-out words. +</p> +<p> +“Now you may run away, Ralph.” +</p> +<p> +“I am very glad to,” he said. “Good afternoon, +Miss Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa could not trust her voice to speak; raising +her eyes she met his fully as he turned at the door +to speak to his mother; a long searching look on +both sides; neither smiled. +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, have you been quarrelling with my boy?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_232'></a>232</span> +</p> +<p> +“No, ma’am.” +</p> +<p> +“Has he been quarrelling with you?” +</p> +<p> +“No, ma’am.” +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Towne seated herself in the chair that Dr. +Towne had vacated, arranged her dress and folded +her hands in her lap. +</p> +<p> +“It is Nan Gerard again! What a flirt that girl +is! She called yesterday and Ralph chanced to +come in while she was here; she gave him such an +invitation to invite her to drive with him that he +could not—that is, he did not—refuse. I wish that +he wouldn’t, sometimes; but he says that he is +amused and no one is harmed. I am not so sure +of that. I do not understand Miss Gerard. I think +that I do not understand girls of this generation. +But I understand you.” +</p> +<p> +“I wish that you would teach me to be as +wise.” +</p> +<p> +“You will be by and by. Do you know what I +would like to ask you to promise?” +</p> +<p> +“I can not imagine.” +</p> +<p> +“I have studied you. If you will give yourself +five years to think, to grow, you will marry at +thirty the man that you would refuse to-day. You +are impetuous to-day, you form your judgments +rashly, you despise what you can not understand, +and you are not yet capable of the love that hopeth +all things, endureth all things, that suffereth long +and is <em>kind</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“That is true; I am not capable of it. I have no +patience with myself, nor with others.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_233'></a>233</span> +</p> +<p> +“If you will wait these five years, your life and +another life might be more blessed.” +</p> +<p> +“Mrs. Towne! No one loves me. There is no +occasion for me not to wait. I could promise without +the least difficulty for the happiness or unhappiness +of marriage is as unattainable to me to-day +as the happiness or unhappiness of old age.” +</p> +<p> +“I will not ask you to promise, my daughter, +but I will ask you to promise this; before +you say to any man, ‘Yes,’ will you come to me +and talk it all out to me? As if I were really +your mother!” +</p> +<p> +Tessa promised with misty eyes. +</p> +<p> +“I promised to show you an old jewel-case this +afternoon,” said Mrs. Towne in a lighter tone. “I +wish that I might tell you the history of each +piece.” She brought the box from a small table +and pushed her chair nearer Tessa that she might +open it in her lap. “This emerald is for you,” she +said, slipping a ring containing an emerald in old-fashioned +setting upon the first finger of Tessa’s +left hand; “and it means what you have promised. +All that your mother will permit me, I give to you +this hour.” +</p> +<p> +“You are very kind to me.” +</p> +<p> +“I am very kind to myself. All my life I have +wanted a daughter like you: a girl with blue eyes +and a pure heart; one who would not care to flirt +and dress, but who would love me and talk to me +as you talk to me. I am proud of my boy, but I +want a daughter.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_234'></a>234</span> +</p> +<p> +“I am not very good; you may be disappointed +in me.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not fear that. This, my mother gave me,” +lifting pin and ear-rings from the box. A diamond +set in silver formed the centre of the pin; the diamond +was surrounded by pearls of different sizes. +“I was very proud of this pin. I did not know +then that I could not have every thing in the world +and out of it. This pin my father gave me.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa laid it in her hand and counted the diamonds; +it was a diamond with nine opals radiating +from it, between each opal a small diamond. “It +looks like a dahlia,” she said. “I love pretty things. +This ring is the first ring that I ever had.” +</p> +<p> +“People say that the emerald means success in +love,” replied Mrs. Towne. “I did not remember +it when I chose that for you. Perhaps you would +prefer a diamond.” +</p> +<p> +“I like best what you chose,” said Tessa, taking +from among the jewels, bracelet, pin, ear-rings and +chatelaine of turquoises and pearls, and examining +each piece with interested eyes. “These are old, +too.” +</p> +<p> +“Every thing in this box is old. Some day you +shall see my later jewels. You will like this,” she +added, placing in her hands a bracelet formed of a +network of iron wire, clasped with a medallion of +Berlin iron on a steel plate; the necklace that +matched it was also of medallions; the one in the +centre held a bust of Psyche; upon the others were +busts of men and women whom Tessa did not recognize; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_235'></a>235</span> +to this set belonged comb, pin, and ear-rings. +</p> +<p> +“These belonged to my mother. How old they +are I do not know. See this ring, a portrait of +Washington, painted on copper, and covered with +glass. It is said to be one of the finest portraits in +the country. I used to wear it a great deal. My +father gave it to me on my fifteenth birthday. +Have I told you that Lafayette kissed me when I +was an infant in my mother’s arms?” +</p> +<p> +While Tessa replaced the treasures with fingers +that lingered over them, with the new weight of +the emerald upon her finger, and the new weight +of a promise upon her heart, Mrs. Towne related +the story of the kiss from Lafayette. +</p> +<p> +Tessa was a perfect listener, Mrs. Towne thought; +the lighting or darkening of her eyes, a flush rising +to her cheeks now and then, the curving of the +mobile lips, an exclamation of surprise or appreciation, +were most grateful to the old heart that had +found after long and intense waiting the daughter +that she could love and honor. +</p> +<p> +In the late twilight Dr. Towne returned; Tessa +was still listening, with the jewel-case in her +lap. +</p> +<p> +“I have missed my husband with all the old +loneliness since we came into Dunellen,” she was +saying when her tall son entered and stood at her +side. +</p> +<p> +“Mother,” he said, in the shy way that Tessa +knew, “you forget that you have me.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_236'></a>236</span> +</p> +<p> +“No, son, I do not forget; but your life is full of +new interests. Yesterday I did not have ten minutes +alone with you.” +</p> +<p> +“It shall not happen again.” +</p> +<p> +“I have persuaded Tessa to stay and hear Philip +to-night; she says that he is like a west wind to +her.” +</p> +<p> +“He would not fall upon the hindmost in your +army, Miss Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +“I am sure that he would not.” +</p> +<p> +“Not if they coaxed him to?” +</p> +<p> +“He should have manliness enough to resist all +their pretty arts, and enticing ways.” +</p> +<p> +“Mother, can’t you convince her? She has been +rating me soundly for flirting, when it is the girls +that are flirting with me.” +</p> +<p> +“It takes two to flirt,” replied his mother. +</p> +<p> +Dr. Towne was sent for as they were rising from +the dinner table; Mrs. Towne and Tessa crossed the +Park alone; at the entrance of the Lecture Room +Sue Greyson met them. +</p> +<p> +“I <em>had</em> to come,” Sue whispered, seizing Tessa’s +arm. “Father is so horrid and hateful, and said awful +things to me just because I asked <em>him</em> to write +to Stacey. The letter is written anyhow, and I’m +thankful it’s over. Father says that he won’t give +me the house, and that I sha’n’t be married under +his roof. He is mad with Gerald, too, and told +him to leave his house. So Gerald left and went +to see a patient. He is so happy that he don’t care +what father says.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_237'></a>237</span> +</p> +<p> +As they passed down the aisle, Tessa’s dress +brushed against Felix Harrison; he was sitting +alone with his father. +</p> +<p> +“Why! Felix Harrison! Did you ever?” whispered +irrepressible Sue. +</p> +<p> +The Lecture Room was well-lighted, and well-filled. +Professor Towne was the fashion in Dunellen. +During the opening prayer there was a stir +in one of the pews behind Tessa; she did not lift +her head, her heart beat so rapidly that she felt as +if she were suffocating. +</p> +<p> +“Poor fellow,” came in Sue’s loud whisper close +to her ear. “They have taken him out! I should +think that he would know better than to go among +folks.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa could not follow the speaker for some minutes; +the lights went out, she could not catch her +breath; Mrs. Towne took her hand and held it +firmly, then the lights came dim, through a misty +and waving distance, her breath was drawn more +easily, she could discern the outline of the preacher, +and then his dark face was brought fully into view, +his voice sounded loud in her ears; for some time +longer she could not catch and connect his words; +then, clear and strong, the words fell from his lips, +and she could listen and understand— +</p> +<p> +“Good is the will of the Lord concerning me.” +</p> +<p> +If Felix could have listened and understood, would +he have been comforted, too? +</p> +<p> +His voice held her when her attention wavered; +afterward, that one sentence was all that had fastened +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_238'></a>238</span> +itself; and was not that enough for one life +time? +</p> +<p> +At the door, Dr. Towne stood waiting for his +mother, and Mr. Hammerton and Dinah were moving +towards the group. +</p> +<p> +“I knew that you would be here,” said Dinah, +“so I coaxed Gus away from father. I couldn’t +wait to tell you that your books have come. Two +splendid dozens in all colors; I had to open them. +You don’t mind? Gus and I each read a brown +one; we think the crimson and blue ones must be +splendid.” +</p> +<p> +Sue drew Tessa aside to coax in her plaintively +miserable voice, “Come home with me; father will +say things, and I shall be afraid.” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t help you, Sue.” +</p> +<p> +“You mean you <em>won’t</em>. I’ll elope with Dr. Lake, +and then Dunellen will be on fire, and you don’t +care.” +</p> +<p> +“I’m not afraid. He has good sense, if you +haven’t.” +</p> +<p> +“I’ll come and see you to-morrow, then.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, that will do.” +</p> +<p> +“Nobody ever had so much trouble before,” sighed +Sue as she went off. +</p> +<p> +Mr. Hammerton was in high glee and teased +Tessa all the way home about her book. +</p> +<p> +“The milk pails were on the fence twice, Lady +Blue, that is tautology.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, they kept them there.” +</p> +<p> +“And the grandmother was always knitting.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_239'></a>239</span> +</p> +<p> +“She always did knit.” +</p> +<p> +“Lady Blue, you are on the road to Poverty; he +who walks the streets of Literature will stop at the +house of Starvation. Homer was a beggar; Terence +was a slave; Tasso was a poor man; Bacon was as +poor as a church mouse; Cervantes died of nothing +to eat. Are you not beginning to feel the pangs of +hunger? Breath and memory fail me, or I would +convince you. Collins died of neglect; Milton was +an impecunious genius; every body knows how +wretchedly poor Goldsmith was; and wasn’t poor +old prodigious Sam Johnson hungry half his life? +Chatterton destroyed himself. I tremble for you, +child of Genius! Author of ‘Under the Wings,’ +what hast thou to say in defence of thy mad +career?” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t mind him, Tessa,” consoled Dinah, “he +does like your book; he said that he had no idea +that you could do so well; that there was great +promise in it, that it revealed a thoughtful mind—he +said it to father—that the delineation of character +was fine, and that it had the real thing in it. +What is the real thing?” +</p> +<p> +“Read it and you will know.” +</p> +<p> +“If it isn’t asking too much,” began Tessa, timidly, +“I wish that <em>you</em> would write me a criticism, +Gus. I like the way that you talk about books. +Not many know how to read a book, and still fewer +know how to talk about it. Will you, please?” +</p> +<p> +“You overrate my judgment; sentiment is not in +my line; I have done my share in reading books; I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_240'></a>240</span> +do not know that I have got much out of them all. +My own literary efforts would be like this: +</p> +<p> + “‘Here lies—and more’s the pity!<br /> + All that remains of Thomas New-city.’<br /> +</p> +<p> +“His name was Newtown.” +</p> +<p> +Dinah gave her little shout. +</p> +<p> +“Then you will not promise,” said Tessa, disappointedly. +“I’m not afraid of sharp criticism; I +want to do my poor little best; I do not expect to +do as much as the girls in books who write stories. +I do not expect any publisher to fall in love with +me as he did in <em>St. Elmo</em>, wasn’t it?” +</p> +<p> +“What <em>do</em> you expect to do?” +</p> +<p> +“I hope—perhaps that is the better word—to give +others all the good that is given me; I believe that +if one has the ‘gift of utterance’ even in so small a +fashion as I have it, that experiences will be given +to utter; the Divine Biographer writes the life for +the human heart to read, interpret and put into +words! And to them is given a peculiar life, or, it +may be, a peculiar appreciation of life; heartaches +go hand in hand with headaches. +</p> +<p> +“I was born into my home that I may write my +books; my poor little books, my little, weak, crooked-backed +children! Would Fredrika Bremer have +written her books without her exceptional home-training, +or Sara Coleridge, or any other of the +lesser lights shine as they do shine, if the spark +had not been blown upon by the breath of their +home-fires? When I am sorry sometimes that I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_241'></a>241</span> +can not do what I would and go where I would, I +think that I have not gathered together all the +fragments that are around loose between the plank +walk and the soldiers’ monument! Said mother, +‘<em>How</em> do you make a book? Do you take a little +from this book and a little from that?’” +</p> +<p> +“What did you say?” asked Dine. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I said that I took a tone from her voice, an +expression from father’s eyes, a curl from your head, +a word from Gus’s lips, a laugh from Sue Greyson, +a sigh from Dr. Lake, an apple blossom from Mr. +Bird’s orchard, a spray of golden rod from the wayside, +a chat from loungers in the Park, a wise saying +from Miss Jewett—” +</p> +<p> +“That’s rather a conglomeration,” said Dinah. +</p> +<p> +“That is life, as I see it and live it.” +</p> +<p> +“What do you take from yourself?” asked Mr. +Hammerton. +</p> +<p> +“I have all my life from the time that I cried +over my first lie and prayed that I might have +curly hair, to the present moment, when I am +glad and sorry about a thousand things.” +</p> +<p> +“What did mother say?” +</p> +<p> +“She said that any one could write a book, then.” +</p> +<p> +“Let her try, then! It’s awful hard about the +grammar and spelling and the beginning a chapter +and ending it and introducing people!” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, it’s awful hard or awful easy,” replied Mr. +Hammerton. “Which is it, Lady Blue?” +</p> +<p> +“Ask me when I have written my novel! Did +you hear from the afternoon mail, Dine?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_242'></a>242</span> +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” said Dine, grimly, “I should think I <em>did</em> +hear. Mother and I have had a fight! Father +took care of the wounded and we are all convalescing. +Aunt Theresa has written for one of us to +come next week; kindly says that she will take me +if mother can not spare you; I said right up and +down that <em>I</em> wouldn’t go, and mother said right +down and up that I <em>should</em> go, that she couldn’t and +wouldn’t spare you! Aunt Theresa has the rheumatism, +and it’s horrid dull on a farm! I was there +when I was a little girl, and she sent me to bed before +dark; I’m afraid that she will do it again; if +she does I’ll frighten her out of her rheumatics. +Mother will not let you have a voice in the matter, +Tessa; who knows but you might meet your +fate? The school-teacher boards with them; he is +just out of college. Mother sha’n’t make me go!” +</p> +<p> +“I do not choose to go; but I could have all my +time to myself. A low, cosy chamber and a fire +on the hearth, no one to intrude or hinder.” +</p> +<p> +“But the school-master!” added Mr. Hammerton. +</p> +<p> +“He’s only a boy; I could put him into my book.” +</p> +<p> +“We’ll draw lots; shall we?” +</p> +<p> +“If mother is determined, the lot is drawn.” +</p> +<p> +“And father wants you, I know; he had an attack +of pain before tea. I wish that I was useful +and couldn’t be spared.” +</p> +<p> +“May I not have a vote; I am a naturalized +member of the family?” +</p> +<p> +“You would want Tessa, too,” said Dinah. +</p> +<p> +“Would I?” he returned, squeezing the gloved +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_243'></a>243</span> +fingers on his arm, whereupon Dinah became confused +and silent. +</p> +<p> +Tessa found her books upon the hall table; her +father, Mr. Hammerton, and Dinah followed her +into the hall to watch her face and laugh over +her exclamations. +</p> +<p> +“Your secret is out,” cried her father; “at Christmas +there will be a placard in Runyon’s with the +name of the book and author in flaming red letters! You can not remain the Great Unknown.” +</p> +<p> +“I feel so ashamed of trying,” said Tessa, with +a brown cover, a red cover, and a green cover in +her hands, “but I had to. I’ll be too humble to +be ashamed. ‘Humility’s so good when pride’s +impossible.’” +</p> +<p> +Several copies were taken up-stairs; Miss Jewett’s +name was written in one, Mrs. Towne’s in +another, Mr. Hammerton’s in one that he had selected, +and in one, bound in a sober gray, she +wrote, +</p> +<p style='margin-left: 2em;margin-right: 2em;'> +“<span class='sc'>Felix Harrison</span>. In memory of the old school +days when he helped me with my compositions. +</p> +<p style='text-align:right; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; margin-right:2em;;'>“T. L. W.”</p> +<p> +She never knew of his sudden, sharp cry over it: +“Oh, my life! my lost life! my wasted life!” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_244'></a>244</span><a name='ch16' id='ch16'></a>XVI.—A TANGLE.</h2> +<p> +Mrs. Wadsworth’s strong will triumphed, as it +usually did, and Dinah was sent into the country +early in the last week of September, with a promise +from Tessa that she would release her from her +durance as soon as one of her books was finished +and herself spend the remainder of the winter with +the childless old people who had been looking forward +to this pleasure from winter to winter ever +since Tessa was ten years old. Half Dunellen had +pacified Dinah with the promise of long weekly +letters, and she knew that Tessa and her father +would write often. “I am not strong enough to +write letters,” her mother had said. “Tessa will +tell you every thing.” “I will add a postscript +whenever Tessa will permit,” said Mr. Hammerton, +which queerly enough consoled homesick Dinah +more than all the other promises combined. +</p> +<p> +Sue had not come to talk to Tessa and she dared +not go to Dr. Greyson’s for fear of influencing her. +She had met Dr. Lake once; he had lifted his hat +with a flourish, but would not stop to speak to her. +</p> +<p> +And now it was Wednesday and Sue’s wedding +day had been set for Friday. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_245'></a>245</span> +</p> +<p> +At noon, among other letters, her father brought +her a note from Felix Harrison: +</p> +<p> +“I must see you; I want to talk to you. Come +Wednesday afternoon.” +</p> +<p> +How she shrank from this interview she did not +understand until she could think it over years afterward. +In those after years when she said, “I do +not want to live my life over again,” she remembered +her experiences with Felix Harrison; more +than all, the feeling of those weeks when she had +felt <em>bound</em>. It was also in her mind when she said, +as she often did say, in later life, “I could never influence +any one to marry.” How often an expression +in the mature years of a woman’s life would +reveal a long story, if one could but read it. +</p> +<p> +Another word of hers in her middle age, “I love +to help little girls to be happy,” was the expression +to years of longing that no one had ever guessed; +her mother least of all. +</p> +<p> +But she had not come to this settled time yet; it +was weary years before she was at leisure from herself. +It was Wednesday noon now and Felix had +sent for her; she shrank from him with a shrinking +amounting to terror; he would touch her hand, +most certainly, and he might put his arm around +her and kiss her; she would faint and fall at his +feet if he did; he might say that she had promised +him, that she was bound to him, that he would +never let her go; that he was gaining strength and +that she must become his wife or he would die! +</p> +<p> +Why could he not write his message? What +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_246'></a>246</span> +could he have to say to her? Was it not all said +and laid away to be remembered, perhaps, and that +was all? Then the memory of the old Felix swept +over her, and she bowed her head and wept for him! +She had held herself in her heart as his promised +wife for six long weeks, how could she shrink from +him? Was he not to her what no other man would +ever become? Was she not to him the one best +and dearest? +</p> +<p> +“I wonder,” she sobbed, “why <em>he</em> had to be the +one to love me; why was not the love given to one +whom I could love? Why must such a good and +perfect gift as love be a burden to him and to me? +If some one I know—” +</p> +<p> +The cheeks that were wet for Felix Harrison +burned at the thought of one she knew! +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I wonder—but I must not wonder—I must +be submissive; I must bow before the Awful Will.” +</p> +<p> +In that hour it was harder to bear for Felix +Harrison to love her than for Ralph Towne to be +indifferent. +</p> +<p> +“What are you going to do this afternoon?” +inquired her mother at the dinner table. +</p> +<p> +“Take my walk! And then the thing that comes +first” +</p> +<p> +“You never have any plan about any thing; any +one with so little to do ought to have a plan.” +</p> +<p> +“My plan is this—<em>do the next thing</em>! I find that +it keeps me busy.” +</p> +<p> +“The next thing, hard or easy,” said Mr. Wadsworth. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_247'></a>247</span> +</p> +<p> +“Hard! Easy!” repeated Mrs. Wadsworth in +her ironical voice. “Tessa never had a hard thing +to do in her life. It will be my comfort in my last +hours, Tessa, that you have been kept from troubles +and disappointments.” +</p> +<p> +“You might as well take the comfort of it now,” +said Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“Not many young women of your age have +your easy life,” her mother continued; “you have +no thought where your next meal will come from, +or where you will live in your old age, or where—” +</p> +<p> +“I know where all my good things come from,” +interrupted Tessa, reverently; “the how, the when, +and the what that I do not know—that I am waiting +to know.” +</p> +<p> +“That is like you! Not a thought, not a care; +it will come dreadful hard to you if you ever <em>do</em> +have trouble.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s tears ever left in her heart a place for +sweet laughter; so light, so soft, so submissive, and +withal so happy was the low laugh of her reply +that her father’s eyes filled at the sound. Somebody +understood her. +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Wadsworth looked annoyed. Her elder +daughter’s words baffled her. Tessa <em>was</em> shallow +and she sighed and asked her if she would take +apple pie. +</p> +<p> +Tessa ate her pie understanding how she was a +trial to her mother, but not understanding how she +could hinder it. Could she change herself? or +could her mother change herself? +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_248'></a>248</span> +</p> +<p> +“I wish that it were easier for me to love people,” +she said coming out of a reverie, “then I +would not need to trouble myself about not understanding +them.” +</p> +<p> +“I thought that you were a student of human +nature,” said her father. +</p> +<p> +“I always knew that she couldn’t see through +people,” exclaimed her mother. +</p> +<p> +“I do not; I never know when I am deceived.” +</p> +<p> +“My rule is,” Mr. Wadsworth arose and stood behind +his chair, “to judge people by themselves and +not by <em>myself</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, the heartaches that would save,” thought +Tessa. At the hour when she was walking slowly +towards Felix, her black dress brushing the grass, +her eyes upon the harvested fields lying warm in +the mellow sunlight, and on her lips the sorrowful +wonder, he was sitting alone in the summer-house, +his head dropped within his hands. He was wondering, +too, as all his being leaped forward at the +thought of her coming, and battling with the strong +love that was too strong for his feeble strength. +</p> +<p> +When her hand unlatched the gate, he was not +in the summer-house; she walked up the long path, +and around to the latticed porch where Laura liked +to sew or read in the afternoons; there was no one +there; the work-basket had been pushed over, cotton +and thimble had rolled to the edge of the floor, +the white work had been thrown over a chair, +she stood a moment in the oppressive silence, +trembling and half leaning against a post; the tall +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_249'></a>249</span> +clock in the hall ticked loudly and evenly: forever—never, +never—forever! Her heart quickened, +every thing grew dark like that night in the lecture-room, +she was possessed with a terror that +swept away breath and motion. A groan, then +another and another, interrupted the never—forever, +of the clock, then a step on the oil-cloth of +the hall, and she dimly discerned Laura’s frightened +face, and heard as if afar off her surprised voice: +“Why, Tessa! O, Tessa, I am so glad!” +</p> +<p> +The frightened face was held up to be kissed and +arms were clinging around her. +</p> +<p> +“I’m always just as frightened every time—he +was in the summer-house and father found him—he +can speak now—it doesn’t last very long.” +</p> +<p> +“I will not stay, he needs you.” +</p> +<p> +“Not now, no one can help him; father is with +him. If this keeps on Dr. Greyson says that some +day he will have to be undressed and dressed just +like an infant. He has been nervous all day, as if +he were watching for something. O, Tessa, I want +to die, I want him to die, I can’t bear it any longer.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s only reply was her fast dropping tears. +</p> +<p> +“If he only had a mother,” said Laura; “I want +him to have a mother now that he can never have +a wife! If he only had been married, his wife +would have clung to him, and loved him, and +taken care of him. Don’t you think that God +might have waited to bring this upon him until +he was married?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, no, no, <em>no!</em>” shivered Tessa; “we do not +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_250'></a>250</span> +know the best times for trouble to come. I shall +always believe that after this.” +</p> +<p> +“He always liked you better than any one; do +you know that he has a picture of you taken when +we went to the Institute? You have on a hat and +sacque, and your school books are in your hand.” +</p> +<p> +“I remember that picture! Has he kept it all +this time?” +</p> +<p> +“If he asks for you—he will hear your voice—will +you go in?” +</p> +<p> +“No, I can not see him,” she answered nervously. +</p> +<p> +“Then I will walk down to the gate with you. +He will be sure to ask, and I do not like to refuse +him.” +</p> +<p> +Walking slowly arm in arm as they used to walk +from school years ago, they passed down the path, +at first, speaking only of Felix, and then as they +neared the gate, falling into light talk about Laura’s +work, the new servant who was so kind to Felix, +the plants that Laura had taken into the sitting-room, +“to make it cosy for Felix this winter,” the +shirts that she had cut out for him and their father, +and intended to make on the machine; about the +sewing society that was to meet to-morrow, a book +that Felix was reading aloud evenings while their +father dozed and she sewed, some Mayfield gossip +about Dr. Towne, and their plan of taking Felix +travelling next summer. Tessa listened and replied. +She never had any thing to say about herself. +Laura thought with Mrs. Wadsworth that +Tessa had never had any “experiences.” Miss Jewett +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_251'></a>251</span> +and Tessa’s father knew; but it was not because +she had told them. What other people chattered +about to each other she kept for her prayers. +</p> +<p> +Laura cried a little when Tessa kissed her at the +gate. “I wish that you wouldn’t go; I want you to +stay and help me. Will you come again soon?” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t,” she answered hurriedly. +</p> +<p> +“Did Felix know that you were coming to-day?” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s eyes made answer enough; too much, for +Laura understood. +</p> +<p> +“I will not tell him that I know—but I had +guessed it—I heard him praying once while we +were away, and I knew that he was giving up <em>you</em>.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa kissed her again, and without a word hurried +away, walking with slower steps as she went +on with her full eyes bent upon the ground. +</p> +<p> +Was it so much to give up Tessa Wadsworth? +What <em>was</em> she that she could make such a difference +in a man’s life? Was she lovable, after all, +despite her quick words and sharp speeches? She +was not pretty like Dinah, or “taking” like Sue; +it was very pleasant to be loved for her own sake; +“my own unattractive self,” she said. It would be +very pleasant in that far-off time, when she reviewed +her life, to remember that some one had +loved her beside her father and Dine and Miss +Jewett! And a good man, too; a man with brains, +and a pure heart! +</p> +<p> +Her ideal was a man with brains, and a pure +heart; then why had she not loved Felix Harrison? +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I don’t know,” she sighed. “I can’t understand.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_252'></a>252</span> +Slowly, slowly, with her full eyes on the +ground she went on, not heeding the sound of +wheels, or gay voices, as a carriage passed her now +and then; but as she went on, with her eyes still +full for Felix, a light sound of wheels set her heart +to beating, and she lifted her eyes to bow to Dr. +Towne. +</p> +<p> +In that instant her heart bowed before the Awful +Will in acceptance of the love that had been given +to her, even as other things in her lot had been +given her, without any seeking or asking. +</p> +<p> +“I can bear it,” she felt, filling the words with +Paul’s thought, when he wrote, “I can do all +things.” +</p> +<p> +Dr. Towne drew the reins: she stood still on the +edge of the foot-path. +</p> +<p> +“My mother misses you, Miss Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +“Does she? I am sorry, but I have to be so +busy at home.” +</p> +<p> +His sympathetic eyes were on her face. “I +thought, that you were never troubled about any +thing,” he said. +</p> +<p> +“I am not—when I can help it.” +</p> +<p> +“I left Sue Greyson up the road looking for you; +I could not bring her to meet you, as my carriage +holds but one; there was news in her face.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I will go to hear.” +</p> +<p> +The light sound of his wheels had died away +before she espied Sue’s tall figure coming quickly +towards her. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, Tessa! How <em>could</em> you go so far? Your +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_253'></a>253</span> +mother said that you were here on this road, and +that I should find you either up a tree or in the +brook; I’ve got splendid news! guess! Did you +meet Dr. Towne? He stopped and talked to me, +but I wouldn’t tell him. He and his mother will +know in time. Now, guess.” +</p> +<p> +“Let me sit down and think. It will take time.” +</p> +<p> +They had met near the brook at the corner of the +road that turned past Old Place; on the corner +stood a tall, bare walnut-tree, the gnarled roots +covered a part of the knoll under which a slim +thread of water trickled over moss and jagged flat +stones, and then found its clear way into a broader +channel and thence into the brook that crossed one +of the Old Place meadows. +</p> +<p> +These roots had been Tessa’s resting-place all +summer; how many times she had looked up to +read the advertisement of the clothier in Dunellen +painted in black letters on a square board nailed to +the trunk; how many times had she leaned back +and looked down into the thread of water at the +moss, and the pebbles, the tiny ferns and the tall +weeds, turning to look down the road towards May +field where the school-house stood, and then across +the fields—the wheat fields, the corn fields—to the +peach orchard beyond them, and beyond that the +green slope of the fertile hill-side with its few +dwellings, and above the slope the crooked green +edge that met the sky—sometimes a blue sky, sometimes +a sky of clouds, and sometimes gray with the +damp clouds hanging low; thinking, as her eyes +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_254'></a>254</span> +roved off her book, of some prank of Rob’s or some +quaint saying of Sadie’s, of some little comforting +thought that swelled in grandma’s patient, gentle +heart, or of something sharp that Sadie’s snappish +mother should say; sometimes she would take the +sky home for her book and sometimes the weeds +and the pebbles and the brook; and when it was +not her book it was Felix—poor Felix!—or Dr. +Lake, whom she loved more and more every day +with the love that she would have loved a naughty, +feeble, winsome child; or Mr. Towne, of his face +that was ever with her like the memory of a picture +that she had lingered before and could never +forget, or of his voice and some words that he had +spoken; or of her father and his failing strength +and brave efforts to conceal it; sometimes a kind +little thing that her mother had done for her, some +self-denial or shame-faced demonstration of her love +for her elder daughter, sometimes of Dine’s changeful +moods, and often of the book of George Eliot’s +that she was reading, or the latest of Charles Kingsley’s +that she was discussing with Mr. Hammerton; +thinking, musing, feeling, planning while she +picked up a pebble or tore a weed into bits, or +wrote a sentence in her pocket notebook! It was +no wonder that this gnarled seat was so much to +her that she lost herself and lost the words that +Sue was speaking so rapidly. +</p> +<p> +“You are not listening to me at all,” cried Sue +at last “I might as well talk to the tree as to talk +to you!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_255'></a>255</span> +</p> +<p> +“I am listening; what is it?” +</p> +<p> +“It’s all settled—splendidly settled—and I’m as +happy as Cinderella when she found the Prince! +Now guess!” +</p> +<p> +“Well, then,” stooping to pick a weed that had +gone to seed, “I guess that you have come to your +right mind, that you will marry Stacey on Friday +and all will go as merry as a marriage bell +should.” +</p> +<p> +“What a thing to guess! That’s too horrid! +Guess again.” +</p> +<p> +“You have grown good and ‘steady,’ you will +keep house for your father and be what he is always +calling you,—the comfort of his old age,—and +forego lovers and such perplexities forever.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s horrider still! Do guess something sensible.” +</p> +<p> +“You are going to marry Dr. Lake. Your father +has stormed and stormed, but now he has become +mild and peaceable; you are to be married +Friday morning and start off immediately in the +sober certainty of waking bliss.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” said Sue very seriously, “that is it. +Every thing is as grand as a story-book, except +that father will not give me the house for a wedding +present. Oh, those wretched days since I +saw you last! I did think that I would take laudanum +or kill myself with a penknife. You don’t +know what I have been through. Old Blue Beard +is pious to what father has been; Gerald, <em>he</em> kept +out of the house. I should have run away before +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_256'></a>256</span> +this, only I knew that father would come around +and beg my pardon. He always does.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa stooped to dip her fingers in the water. +</p> +<p> +“And <em>this</em> is your idea of marriage,” she said +quietly. +</p> +<p> +“No, it isn’t. I never looked forward to any +thing like this; I always wanted something better. +I am not doing very well, although I suppose +there <em>are</em> girls in Dunellen who would think +Gerald a catch.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, Sue, Sue! when he loves you so! If he +could hear you, it would break his heart!” +</p> +<p> +“Take him yourself then, if you think he’s so +much,” laughed Sue. “Nan Gerard will get the +catch!” +</p> +<p> +“Sue, I am ashamed of you!” exclaimed Tessa +rising. “I am glad if you are happy—as happy as +you know how to be. I want you to be happy—and +<em>do</em> be good to Dr. Lake.” +</p> +<p> +How Sue laughed! +</p> +<p> +“Oh, you dear old Goody Goody,” she cried, +springing to her feet and throwing her arms +around Tessa. “What else should I be to my +own wedded husband? But it does seem queer +so near to Old Place to be talking about marrying +Dr. Lake.” +</p> +<p> +“We’ll remember this place always, Sue, and +that you promised to be kind to Dr. Lake.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I’ll remember,” with a shadow passing +over her face. “The next time you and I sit here +it will be all over with me. I shall be out of lovers +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_257'></a>257</span> +for the rest of my natural life.” She laughed and +chatted all the way home; her listener was silent +and sore at heart. +</p> +<p> +“You will come to-morrow night and see the last +of me, won’t you? This is what I came to ask +you, ‘the last sad office’ isn’t that it? Sue Greyson +will never ask you another favor.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I will come.” She had always loved Sue +Greyson. She did not often kiss her, but she kissed +her now. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t look so. Laugh, can’t you? If it is +something terrible, it isn’t happening to you.” +</p> +<p> +“The things that happen to me are the easiest +to bear.” +</p> +<p> +Sue crossed over to the planks and went on pondering +this, then gave it up to wonder how she +would wear her hair on her wedding morning; +Tessa would make it look pretty any way, for she +was born a hair-dresser. +</p> +<p> +And Tessa went in and up-stairs, thinking of a +remark of Miss Jewett’s: “I should not understand +my life at all, it would be all in a tangle, if it were +not for my prayers.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_258'></a>258</span><a name='ch17' id='ch17'></a>XVII.—THE NIGHT BEFORE.</h2> +<p> +Two of the pretty crimson and brown chairs +were drawn to the back parlor grate; Sue had +kindled a fire in the back parlor because she felt +“shivery,” beside, it had rained all day; the wedding +morning promised to be chilly and rainy. +</p> +<p> +Early after tea Dr. Greyson had been called +away; Dr. Lake had not returned from a long +drive, the latest Irish girl was singing lustily in +the kitchen; Sue and Tessa were alone together +before the fire. The white shades were down, the +doors between the rooms closed, they were altogether +cozy and comfortable. Almost as comfortable, +Tessa was thinking, as if there were no dreaded +to-morrow; but then she was the only person +in the world who could see any thing to be dreaded +in the to-morrow. Tessa’s fingers were moving +in and out among the white wool that she was crocheting +into a long comforter for her father; Sue +sat idly restless looking into Tessa’s face or into +the fire. +</p> +<p> +Now and then Tessa spoke, now and then Sue +ejaculated or laughed or sighed. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_259'></a>259</span> +</p> +<p> +“Life is too queer for any thing,” she said reflectively. +“Don’t you know the minister said +that Sunday that we helped to make our own +lives? I have often thought of that.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s wool was tangled, she unknotted it without +replying. +</p> +<p> +The rain plashed against the windows, a coal fell +through the grate and dropped upon the fender. +</p> +<p> +“I wonder how Stacey feels,” said Sue. “Perhaps +he is taking out another girl to-night. That +ring was large, it will not fit a small hand; perhaps +he sold it, you can always get three quarters +the worth of a diamond, I have heard people +say.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s lips were not encouraging, but Sue was +not looking at her. +</p> +<p> +“Gerald has the wedding ring in his pocket; I +tried it on this noon. I wanted to wear it to get +used to it, but he wouldn’t let me. He is sentimental +like you. I expect that he is really enjoying +carrying it around in his pocket. S. G. L. is +written in it.” +</p> +<p> +The rain plashed and Tessa worked; suddenly +the door-bell gave a sharp clang, a moment later +little Miss Jewett, in a waterproof, was ushered in. +</p> +<p> +“I had to come, girls. I hope I don’t intrude.” +</p> +<p> +“Intrude!” Both of Sue’s affectionate arms were +around the wet figure. “Tessa is thinking of glum +things to say to me, do sit down and say something +funny.” +</p> +<p> +The long waterproof was unbuttoned and hung +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_260'></a>260</span> +upon the hat-stand in the hall, the rubbers were +placed upon the hearth to dry, and the plump little +woman pressed into Tessa’s arm-chair. Moving +an ottoman to her side, Tessa sat with her arm upon +the arm of her chair. +</p> +<p> +“I’m <em>so</em> glad to see you,” Sue cried, dropping +into her own chair. “What a long walk you +have had in the rain just to give me some good +advice. Don’t you wish that Tessa was going off, +too?” +</p> +<p> +“Tessa will not go off till she is good and ready,” +replied Miss Jewett, “and then she will go off to +some purpose.” +</p> +<p> +“Make a good match, do you mean?” +</p> +<p> +“If she can find her match,” caressing the hand +on the arm of the chair. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, Miss Jewett, tell us a story! A real love +story! Humor me just this once, this last time! +I don’t like advice and I do like love stories.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you, too, Tessa?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I shall write one some day! They shall +both be perfect and love each other perfectly. It +shall not be an earthly story, but a heavenly +one.” +</p> +<p> +“That would be too tame,” said Sue. “I should +want it to be a little wicked.” +</p> +<p> +“That would be more like life—” +</p> +<p> +“And then get good in the end! That is like +life, too,” interrupted Sue. “Now, go on, please.” +</p> +<p> +“Very well. To-night is an event, I suppose I +may as well celebrate it. I will tell you about a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_261'></a>261</span> +present I had once, the most perfect gift I ever +received.” +</p> +<p> +“But I wanted a love story.” +</p> +<p> +“And you think that <em>my</em> story can not be that? +Sometimes I think that unmarried people live the +most perfect love stories.” +</p> +<p> +Lifting the mass of white wool from Tessa’s lap +and taking the needle, she worked half a minute +before she spoke; Sue’s curious, bright eyes were +on her face, Tessa’s were on the wool she was playing +with. +</p> +<p> +“Twenty-five years ago, when I was younger +than I am now, and as intense and as full of aspirations +as Tessa here, and as full of fun, as <em>you</em>, +Sue Greyson, I boarded one winter with a widow. +She was quite middle-aged and lived alone with +her chickens and cat, very comfortably off, but +she wanted a boarder or two for company. My +store was a little affair then, but I was a busy +body; I used to study and sew evenings. Ah, +those evenings! I often think them over now as +I sit alone. I shall never forget that winter. I +<em>grew</em>. The widow and I were not alone; before I +had been there a week a young man came, he was +scarcely older than I—” +</p> +<p> +Sue laughed and looked at Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“He was to sail away in the spring to some +dreadful place,—that sounds like you, Sue,—to be +a missionary!” +</p> +<p> +“A <em>missionary!</em>” exclaimed Sue. +</p> +<p> +“Every evening he read aloud to us, usually +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_262'></a>262</span> +poetry or the Bible. Poetry meant something to +me then—that sounds like you, Tessa. One evening +he read Esther, one evening Ruth, and when +he read Nehemiah, oh, how enthusiastic we were! +He talked and talked and talked, and I listened +and listened and listened till all my heart went out +to meet him.” +</p> +<p> +“Ah,” cried Sue, “to think of you being in love, +Miss Jewett. I didn’t know that you were ever so +naughty!” +</p> +<p> +“At last the time came that he must go—the +very last evening. I thought that those evenings +could never end, but they did. I could hardly see +my stitches for tears; I was making over a black +bombazine for the widow, and the next evening I +had to rip my work out! He read awhile,—he was +reading <em>Rasselas</em> that night,—and then he dropped +the book and talked of his work and the life he +expected to lead. +</p> +<p> +“‘You ought to take a wife,’ said the widow. +</p> +<p> +“‘No woman will ever love me well enough to +go to such a place with me,’ he said. +</p> +<p> +“Just then I dropped the scissors and had to +bend down to pick them up. The widow went out +into the kitchen to set the sponge for her bread and +clear out the stove for morning, and we stayed alone +and talked. We talked about whether he would be +homesick and seasick, and how glad he would be of +letters from home; not that he had many friends to +write to him, though; and I sewed on and on, and +threaded my needle, and dropped my scissors, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_263'></a>263</span> +almost cried because all I cared for in the wide +world would sail away with him, and he would +never know! +</p> +<p> +“‘The best of friends must part,’ he said when +she brought in his candle and lighted it for him. +</p> +<p> +“In the morning, we all arose early and took our +last breakfast together by lamplight. She shook +hands with him twice, and wished him all sorts of +good wishes, and then he held out his hand to me +and said, ‘Good-by.’ I said, ‘Good-by.’ And then +he said, ‘You have given me a very pleasant winter; +I shall often think of it.’ And I said, ‘Thank +you,’ and ran away up-stairs to cry by myself. +That was five and twenty years ago—before you +were born, Sue, and before Tessa could creep; there +were wet eyes in the world, before you were born, +girls, and there will be wet eyes long after we are +all dead; and always for the same reason—because +somebody loves somebody. +</p> +<p> +“He is a hard worker—I rejoice in his life. Five +years ago he came home, but not to Dunellen; he +had no friends here; after resting awhile he returned +to his field of labor, and died before he +reached it, but was buried in the place he loved +better than home. +</p> +<p> +“I thought of him and loved him and prayed +for him through those twenty years. I think of +him and love him and give thanks for him now, +and shall till I die and afterwards!” +</p> +<p> +“Why didn’t you go with him?” asked Sue. +</p> +<p> +“He did not ask me.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_264'></a>264</span> +</p> +<p> +“Would you if he had?” +</p> +<p> +“I certainly should.” +</p> +<p> +“Couldn’t you bring him to the point? It would +have been easy enough.” +</p> +<p> +“The gentleman did the asking in those days,” +Sue laughed. “And wasn’t he ever married?” +</p> +<p> +“No.” +</p> +<p> +“What a pity! I thought that every thing always +went right for people like you and Tessa. +But I don’t see where the perfect gift comes in, do +you, Tessa?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, but I’m afraid that I don’t want such a +perfect gift. I couldn’t bear it—twenty years.” +</p> +<p> +“Tell me—I can’t guess. Did he give you something?” +</p> +<p> +“No, <em>he</em> did not.” +</p> +<p> +“Didn’t he love <em>you?</em>” +</p> +<p> +“No, he did not love me.” +</p> +<p> +“Where is the gift then?” +</p> +<p> +“My love for him was my perfect gift. It was +given by One in whom there is no shadow of +turning.” +</p> +<p> +“I am not strong enough to receive such a gift,” +said Tessa looking troubled. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, dear me, I hope not. Oh, dear me, horrid! +What a story to tell the night before my wedding! +All I care about is about <em>being loved!</em> I didn’t +know that the loving made any difference or did +any good! That story is too sorrowful. Gerald +would like that.” +</p> +<p> +The long ivory needle moved in and out; the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_265'></a>265</span> +fair face, half a century old, was full of loveliness. +</p> +<p> +“That is for you to remember all your life, Sue.” +</p> +<p> +“I sha’n’t. I shall forget it. I only remember +pleasant things.” +</p> +<p> +“I wonder if Fredrika Bremer were as happy as +you, Miss Jewett. She says that a gentleman inspired +her with a ‘pure and warm feeling,’ that it +was never responded to, and yet it had a powerful +influence upon her development.” +</p> +<p> +“Was she <em>real?</em>” inquired Sue. “I thought that +she only wrote books.” +</p> +<p> +“It takes very real people to write,” answered +Tessa. “The more real you are, the more you are +called to write.” +</p> +<p> +Slipping off the low chair, down to the rug, Sue +laid her head in Miss Jewett’s lap, the white wool +half concealing the braids and curls and frizzes, +the thin, excited face was turned toward the fire, +the brown eyes, wild and yet timid, were misty +with tears. +</p> +<p> +Miss Jewett and Tessa Wadsworth were the only +people in the world who had ever seen this phase +of Sue Greyson. +</p> +<p> +Dr. Lake had never seen her subdued or frightened. +At this instant she was both. There were +some things that Sue could feel; there were not any +that she could understand. +</p> +<p> +“Sometimes,” said Sue, in a hollow whisper, “I’m +so afraid, I want to run away; I was afraid I might +run away and so I asked Tessa to come to-night.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_266'></a>266</span> +</p> +<p> +“My dear!” Miss Jewett’s warm lips touched +her forehead. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, it isn’t any thing! I like Gerald; I adore +him. I wouldn’t marry him if I didn’t! I am +always afraid of a leap into the dark, and I am +always jumping into dark places.” +</p> +<p> +“It is a leap for <em>him</em>, too, Sue; you seem to forget +that,” suggested Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“You always think of him, you never think of +me.” +</p> +<p> +“It is a pity for no one to think of him; if I +were to be married to-morrow, I should cry all +night, out of pity for the hapless bridegroom.” +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, you ridiculous child,” exclaimed Miss +Jewett. +</p> +<p> +“In books,” Sue went on, still with her face +turned from them, “girls choose the one they are +to marry out of all the world. Why don’t we?” +</p> +<p> +“We do,” said Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“We don’t. We take somebody because he asks +us and nobody else asks.” +</p> +<p> +“<em>I</em> will not. I do not believe that God means it +so. He chooses that we shall satisfy the best and +hungriest part of ourselves, and the best part is the +hungriest, and the hungriest the best; we may not +have opportunity in one year, or two years, or ten +years, but if we wait He will give us the things +we most need! He did not give us any longing +simply to make us go crying through the universe; +the longing is His message making known to us +that the good thing <em>is</em>. I will not be false +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_267'></a>267</span> +to myself, cheating myself by shutting my eyes and saying, +‘Ah, <em>this</em> is good! I have found my choice,’ +when my whole soul protests, knowing that it is +a lie. I can wait.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, Tessa!” laughed Sue. “Doesn’t she talk +like a book? I never half know what she means +when she goes into such hysterics. Do you expect +to get all your good things?” +</p> +<p> +“All <em>my</em> good things! Yes, every single one; it +is only a question of time. God can not forget, +nor can He die. I shall not be discouraged until +I am sure that He is dead.” +</p> +<p> +“O, Tessa, you are wicked,” cried Sue. +</p> +<p> +“You remind me of something,” said Miss Jewett. +“‘Blessed are all they that wait <em>for Him</em>.’” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t wait for my blessings,” said Sue; “I +want to snatch them.” +</p> +<p> +Gently pushing aside Sue’s head, Tessa found her +work and her needle; she worked silently while +Sue laughed and grumbled and Miss Jewett talked, +not over Sue’s head as Tessa’s habit was, but into +her heart. +</p> +<p> +“Sue, I shall lose you in Bible class.” +</p> +<p> +“I never answered any questions or studied any +lesson, you will not care for my empty place. Gerald +is getting awfully good; he reads the Bible and +Prayer-book every night; every morning when I +go in to fix up his room, I find them on a little +table by his bed; I suppose he reads in bed nights. +He used to be bad and talk dreadful things when +he first came; did you ever hear him, Tessa?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_268'></a>268</span> +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“But he’s awful good now; he thinks that people +ought to go to church, and say their prayers; I hope +he will keep it up; <em>I</em> will not hinder him. I want +to be good, too.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s needle moved in and out; she did not +hear Sue’s voice, or see the kneeling, green figure; +her eyes were looking upon the face she had looked +down into that evening in January, such a little +time since; and she was hearing her voice as she +heard it in the night. Had she forgotten so soon? +Or was it the remembrance that gave her the unrest +to-night? Was she conscious without understanding? +And had <em>her</em> Ralph Towne done this? +After having withdrawn himself from Sue, was he +keeping her from seeing the good and the happiness +of marriage with Dr. Lake? Would the +thought of him come between her and the contentment +that she might have had? +</p> +<p> +But no, she was putting herself into Sue’s position; +that would not do; it was Sue’s self and not +her own self that she must analyze! If she could +tell Ralph Towne her fears to-night, his eyes would +grow dark and grave, and then he would toss the +feeling away with his amused laugh and say, “Sue +is not deep enough for that! She did not care for +me. Why must you think a romance about her?” +</p> +<p> +Was she not deep enough for that? Who could +tell that? +</p> +<p> +She listened to Sue’s lively talk and tried to believe +that his reply would be just; the one most +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_269'></a>269</span> +bitter thought of all was, that if she were suffering +it was through his selfishness or stupidity. Why +must he be so stupid about such things? Had he +no heart himself? +</p> +<p> +Sue was laughing again. “Oh, dear! I must be +happy; if I am not I shall be unhappy! It would +kill me to be unhappy! I never think of unpleasant +things five minutes.” +</p> +<p> +The sound of wheels near the windows, and a +call to “Jerry” in a loud, quick voice, brought them +all to a startling sense of the present. +</p> +<p> +“There he is,” cried Sue, springing lightly to her +feet. +</p> +<p> +Tessa was relieved that she said “he” instead of +“Gerald” or “Dr. Lake.” +</p> +<p> +“If you will not stay all night, too, Miss Jewett, +he shall take you home.” +</p> +<p> +“I can not, dear. I only came because I wanted +to talk with Sue Greyson once more before I lost +her.” +</p> +<p> +Rubbers and waterproof were hurried on, and +Tessa was left alone with the fire, the rain, and +her work. +</p> +<p> +Suppose that it were herself who was to be married +to-morrow— +</p> +<p> +Would she wish to run away? Run away from +whom? Although her Ralph Towne had died and +been buried, that old, sharp, sweet, memory was +wrapped around her still; it would always be sweet +although so sharp—and bitterly, bitterly sharp although +so sweet; if it might become wholly the one +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_270'></a>270</span> +or wholly the other, but it could never be that; never +unless she learned Love’s lesson as Mrs. Towne +had laid it before her. But that was so utterly and +hopelessly beyond her present growth! +</p> +<p> +Would he despise her if he could know how much +that happy time was in her thoughts? Was she +tenacious where stronger minds would forget? He +would think her weak and romantic like the heroine +of a story paper novel; that is, if he could think +weak any thing so wholly innocent. +</p> +<p> +She trusted the emerald ring on her finger; at +times it burned into her flesh; sometimes she tore +it off that she might forget her promise, and then—oh, +foolish, incomprehensible, womanly Tessa!—she +would take it again and slip it on with a reverence +and love for the old memory that she could not be +ashamed of although she tried. +</p> +<p> +Had she been too hard upon Ralph Towne in +their latest interview? Why need she have given +shape to her hitherto unspoken thoughts concerning +his life; she could not tell him of her prayers +that he might change and yet become—for it was +not too late—the good, good man that she had +once believed him to be. He had taken away her +faith in himself; he might give it back, grown +stronger, if he would. If he only would! +</p> +<p> +Dr. Greyson’s step was in the hall; Sue’s voice +was less excited, her father was speaking quietly to +her. Sue, poor Sue! She would never be again +the free, wild Sue Greyson that she was to-night. +</p> +<p> +Tessa felt Dr. Lake’s mood; she could have written +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_271'></a>271</span> +out his thoughts, as he drove homeward in the +rain; she dreaded his hilarious entrance, how his +eyes would shine, with tears close behind them! +</p> +<p> +Her reverie was interrupted by the entrance that +she dreaded. “Ah, Mystic, praying for my happiness +here alone! I know you are. I come to be +congratulated.” +</p> +<p> +“I congratulate you,” she said rising and taking +his hand. Not so very long afterward, when she saw +his cold, dead hands folded together and touched +them, she remembered with starting tears this soft, +hot, clinging clasp. +</p> +<p> +“You didn’t dream of this two months ago, did +you?” he cried, dropping into the chair that Sue +had been sitting in. “You didn’t know that I was +born under a lucky star despite all my woeful past. +I have turned over a new leaf; I turned it over to-night +in the rain; it is chapter first. Such a white +page, Mystic. Don’t you want to write something +on it for me?” +</p> +<p> +“I wouldn’t dare.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes, you would! What do you wish for +me? Write that.” +</p> +<p> +“I wish for you—” she rolled the white wool over +her hand. +</p> +<p> +“Well, go on! Something that must come true!” +</p> +<p> +“—The love that suffers long and is <em>kind</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“Whew!” He drew a long breath. “There is +no place for that in me.” +</p> +<p> +Sue entered noisily. She did every thing noisily. +</p> +<p> +“Come here, Susan.” Dr. Lake caught her in +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_272'></a>272</span> +his arms, but she slipped through them, moving to +Tessa’s side, seating herself upon the rug, and resting +both hands in Tessa’s lap. +</p> +<p> +“I was reading the other day”—he stooped to +smooth Sue’s flounce—“of a fellow who fell dead +upon his wedding day, as soon as the knot was +tied. Perhaps it was tied too tight and choked him. +Suppose I drop dead, Susan, will you like to be a +bewitching young widow so soon? Whom would +you find to flirt with before night?” +</p> +<p> +“Gerald, you are wicked!” +</p> +<p> +“Probably this bridegroom had heart disease. I +haven’t heart disease, except for you, my Shrine, +my Heart’s Desire.” +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t he wretched, Tessa? He tells me all kinds +of stories about people dying of joy!” +</p> +<p> +He bent forward, drawing her towards him backward, +and with both arms around her, kissed the +top of her head and her forehead. +</p> +<p> +“You mustn’t do so before folks,” said Sue shaking +herself free. +</p> +<p> +“Mystic isn’t folks! She is my guardian angel.” +</p> +<p> +“I know that you would rather have married +her.” +</p> +<p> +“But she wouldn’t rather have married me, would +you, Mystic?” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t imagine it,” returned Tessa, as seriously +as he had spoken. “Set your jealous heart at rest, +Sue.” +</p> +<p> +“I never thought of it, but once in my life,” he +continued, musingly, “and that was when I was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_273'></a>273</span> +down in the deeps about you, Susan; I did think +that she might drag me out—a drowning man, you +know, will catch at a straw. It was one night +when she was weeding her pansies and refused to +ride with me. I’m glad that you never <em>did</em> refuse +me, Mystic, you couldn’t be setting there so +composedly.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, yes, I would; I should have known that +you were insane.” +</p> +<p> +“I was insane—all one week.” +</p> +<p> +“I believe that,” said Sue. +</p> +<p> +“I wonder what we shall all be thinking about +the next time that we three sit here together! It +will be too late for us to go back then, Susan; the +die will be cast, the Rubicon crossed, another poor +man undone forever. Are you regretting it, child?” +drawing her again towards him backward and gazing +down into her face. “Shall we quit at this last +last minute? Speak the word! You never shall +throw it up at me, that I urged you into it. It will +be a mess for us if we do hate each other after +awhile.” +</p> +<p> +“I will never hate you, Gerald.” +</p> +<p> +“But I might hate you, though, who knows?” +smoothing her hair with his graceful, weak hands. +</p> +<p> +“Then Tessa shall be peacemaker,” said Sue +straightening herself. +</p> +<p> +“No; I will not,” replied Tessa, gathering her +work and rising. “Sue, you will find me up-stairs.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I’m coming, too; I don’t want to stay and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_274'></a>274</span> +be sentimental. Gerald will talk—I know him—and +I will cry, and how I would look to-morrow! +I want you to do a little fixing for me and to try +my hair low and then high.” +</p> +<p> +“I like it high,” said Dr. Lake. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t. I like it low. Tessa you shall try it +low, like Nan Gerard’s. Say, Gerald, shall I put +on my dress after she has fixed my hair and come +down and let you see it.” +</p> +<p> +“I think I have seen it. Didn’t you try it on +for me and tell me that that fellow liked it? I +hate that dress; if you dress to please me, you will +wear the one you have on now.” +</p> +<p> +“This old thing! I see myself. No, I shall wear +my wedding dress. It fits to perfection. I want +to look pretty once in my life.” +</p> +<p> +“You will never look prettier than you do this +minute! Come here,” opening his arms towards +her. +</p> +<p> +“No, I won’t. Let me alone, Dr. Lake.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa was already on the stairs; Sue ran towards +her laughing and screaming, the parlor door was +closed with a bang. +</p> +<p> +“Now he’s angry,” cried Sue, tripping on the +stairs. “I don’t care; he wants me to stay and +talk sentiment, and I <em>hate</em> being sentimental. And, +Tessa, you sha’n’t talk to me, either.” +</p> +<p> +“Where is your father?” inquired Tessa, standing +on the threshold of Sue’s chamber. +</p> +<p> +“In the dining-room drying his feet and drinking +a cup of coffee.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_275'></a>275</span> +</p> +<p> +“Don’t you want to go down and say good night? +He will lose every thing when he loses you.” +</p> +<p> +Sue hesitated. “I don’t know how to be tender +and loving, I should make a fool of myself; he isn’t +over and above pleased with this thing anyway; +he never did pet me as your father has petted you. +Your father is like a mother. He said once when +I was a little girl that he wished that I had died +and Freddie had lived; Freddie was two years older +and as bright as a button. Father loved him. I +shall never forget that; I shall never forgive him no +matter how kind he is to me. And he swears at me +when he is angry with me; he used to, but Gerald +told him that he should not swear at <em>his</em> wife! Father +said that he didn’t mean any thing by it. Gerald +will be kinder to me than father has been; father +swears at me in one breath and calls me the comfort +of his old age in the next. You can’t turn him +into your father if you talk about him all night.” +</p> +<p> +“But he will be glad if you go down; he will +think of it some day and so will you.” +</p> +<p> +“He isn’t sentimental and I can’t be. Besides I +have some things to put into my trunk, and I want +to put a ruffle into my wrapper that I may have it +all ready. It’s eleven o’clock now; we shall not be +asleep to-night.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa urged no more; it was not her father who +was drying his feet and drinking his coffee down-stairs +alone on the night before her wedding day. +How he would look at her and take her into his +arms with tears. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_276'></a>276</span> +</p> +<p> +Sue opened her trunk. “Gerald’s things are all +in. It does seem queer to have his things packed +up with mine. And when we come home every +thing will go on just the same only I shall be Mrs. +Lake instead of Miss Greyson.” +</p> +<p> +As Tessa stood behind her arranging her hair, +She said, “There, I like that. I almost look like +Nan Gerard. What do you think she said to-day? +She was here with Mary Sherwood to see father +and they saw Mr. Ralph in my album. ‘That’s +the man I intend to marry,’ she said, ‘eyes, money, +and all.’ Mary scolded her but she only laughed. +She said that if she couldn’t get him, she should +take the professor, for he was just as handsome +and could talk about something beside paregoric +and postmortem examinations.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa said nothing. How she had pitied Nan +Gerard, and how harshly she had misjudged Dr. +Towne. She was awakened in the night by Sue’s +voice— +</p> +<p> +“Put your arm around me, Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +The long night ended at last in the dull dawn, +for it was raining still. Tessa had slept fitfully; +Sue had lain perfectly quiet, not speaking again +or moving. +</p> +<p> +At eleven o’clock Sue and Dr. Lake were married. +Dr. Greyson sat with his head in his hands, +turned away from them, his broad frame shaking +from head to foot; Tessa did not look at Dr. Lake: +she sat on a sofa beside Mrs. Towne, with her eyes +fixed on the carpet. Sue cried and laughed together +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_277'></a>277</span> +when her father kissed her; she drew herself +to the full height of Mrs. Gerald Lake, when +Dr. Towne shook hands with her. At half past +twelve the bride and bridegroom were driven to +the depot; Tessa remained to give a few orders +to the servants, and was then taken home in Dr. +Towne’s carriage. +</p> +<p> +“It seems to me as lonely as a funeral,” she said; +“and Sue is laughing and eating chocolate cream +drops this very minute. Marriage should be a leap +into the sunshine.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope that yours will be,” her companion said +in his gravest tone. +</p> +<p> +“If it ever <em>is</em>, you may rest assured that it will +be. It will be the very happiest sunshine that ever +shone out of heaven.” +</p> +<p> +She was learning to talk to Dr. Towne as easily +as she talked to her father, for he was the one man +in the world that she was sure that she would never +marry; she knew that he desired it as little as she +did herself. +</p> +<p> +“Why will it be so happy?” +</p> +<p> +“Because I shall wait till I am <em>satisfied</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“Satisfied with him? You will never be that.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I shall wither in single blessedness; I +shall be unhappily not married instead of unhappily +married.” +</p> +<p> +“Philip Towne is your ideal.” +</p> +<p> +“I know it,” she said. “I like to think that he +is in the world. He makes me as happy as a +pansy.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_278'></a>278</span> +</p> +<p> +“Women are never happy with their ideals.” +</p> +<p> +“They seldom have an opportunity of testing +it; Professor Towne has a pure heart and he has +brains.” +</p> +<p> +Dr. Towne answered in words that she never +forgot, “That is what he says of you.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I am so glad! I like to have that said of +me better than any thing.” +</p> +<p> +She remembered, but she would not tell him, +that a lady had said of him, having seen him but +a few moments, and not having heard him speak, +that he was a “rock.” +</p> +<p> +“And I love rocks and know all about them,” +she had added. +</p> +<p> +“They give shadow in a weary land,” Tessa had +thought. “I have been in a weary land and he has +<em>not</em> been a shadow to me.” +</p> +<p> +After a silent moment he spoke, “Don’t you +think that you were rather hard on me last week?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” she said frankly, “I have thought it all +over; I intended to tell you that I was sorry; I <em>am</em> +sorry; I will not do so again.” +</p> +<p> +“Till next time?” +</p> +<p> +“There shall not be any next time; in my +thoughts I have been very unjust to you; I have +come nearer hating, really <em>hating</em> you, than any +other person I ever knew. I am sorry; I am always +sorry to be unjust.” +</p> +<p> +One look into the sunshiny eyes satisfied her +that she was forgiven. It almost seemed as if +they were on the old confidential footing. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_279'></a>279</span> +</p> +<p> +“Have you gathered any autumn leaves?” he +asked. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, some beautiful ones. I did not get any +last year—” She stopped, confused. +</p> +<p> +She had lived through her year without him. +Was he remembering last October, too? +</p> +<p> +About sunset it cleared; she was glad for Dr. +Lake’s sake; about the bride she did not think; +Sue would be thankful if none of her bridal finery +were spoiled. +</p> +<p> +The evening mail brought a letter from Dinah. +</p> +<p> +There were two pieces of news in it, in both of +which Tessa was interested. The school-master +was twenty-one years of age, “a lovable fellow, +the room grows dark when he goes out of it, and +he likes best the books that I do.” This came first, +she read on to find that Professor Towne’s mother +and sister had come this summer to the house over +the way, that Miss Towne was “perfectly lovely” +and had been an invalid for fifteen years, not having +put her foot to the ground in all that time; she +could move about on the first floor, but passed most +of her time in a chair, reading, writing, and doing +the most beautiful fancy work. She was beautiful, +like Professor Towne, but the mother was only a +fussy old lady. Her name was Sarepta! +</p> +<p> +Dinah’s letters were rather apt to be ecstatic and +incoherent. Tessa wrote five pages in her book +that night and a foolscap sheet to Dinah. +</p> +<p> +She fell asleep thinking of what Professor Towne +had said about her. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_280'></a>280</span><a name='ch18' id='ch18'></a>XVIII.—MOODS.</h2> +<p> +All through the month of October she felt cross, +sometimes she looked cross, but she did not speak +one cross word, not even once; she was not what +we call “sweet” in her happiest moods, but she +was thoroughly sound in her temper and often a +little, just a very little, sharp. Never sharp to +her father, however, because she reverenced him, +and never to her mother because she was pitiful +towards her; she could appreciate so few of life’s +best havings and givings, that Tessa could never +make her enjoyment less by speaking the thoughts +that, at times, almost forced their own utterance; +therefore her mood was kept to herself all through +the month. +</p> +<p> +There was no month in the year that she loved +as well as she loved October; in any of its days it +was a trial to be kept within doors. +</p> +<p> +She would have phrased her mood as “cross” +if she had had the leisure or the inclination to +keep a diary; she had kept a journal during the +first year of her friendship with Ralph Towne and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_281'></a>281</span> +had burned it before the year was ended in one of +her times of being ashamed of herself. +</p> +<p> +One of the happenings that irritated her was the +finding in her desk a scrap of a rhyme that she +had written one summer day after a talk with +Ralph Towne; she dropped it into the parlor grate +chiding herself for ever having been so nonsensical +and congratulating herself upon having outgrown +it. +</p> +<p> +It was called <em>The Silent Side</em> and was the story +of a maiden wandering in the twilight up a lane +bordered with daisies, somebody didn’t come and +her eyes grew tired of watching and her heart +beat faint with waiting, so she wandered down +the daisy-bordered lane! She did feel a little tender +over the last lines even if she were laughing +over it: +</p> +<p> + “‘Father,’ she said, ‘I may not say,<br /> + But will <em>you</em> not tell him I love him so?”<br /> +</p> +<p> +Had any one in all the world of maidenhood beside +her ever prayed such a prayer? Old words +came to her: “Thou knowest my foolishness.” +</p> +<p> +The rhyme was dated the afternoon that Ralph +Towne had said—but what right had she to remember +anything that he had said? He had +forgotten and despised her for remembering; but +he could not despise her as much as she despised +herself! +</p> +<p> +Why was it that understanding him as she certainly +did understand him, that she knew that she +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_282'></a>282</span> +would fly to the ends of the earth with him if he +should take her hand and say, “Come”; that is, +she was <em>afraid</em> that she would. It was no marvel +that the knowledge gave her a feeling of discomfort, +of intense dissatisfaction with herself; how woefully +wrong she must be for such a thing to be true! +</p> +<p> +On the blank side of a sheet of manuscript, she +scribbled a stanza that haunted her; it gave expression +to the life she had lived during the two +years just passed. +</p> +<p> + “A nightingale made a mistake;<br /> + She sang a few notes out of tune;<br /> + Her heart was ready to break,<br /> + And she hid from the moon.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +In this month her book was accepted; that check +for two hundred and six dollars gave pleasure that +she and others remembered all their lives; with this +check came one for fifteen dollars for Dinah; she almost +laughed her crossness away over Dine’s little +check. +</p> +<p> +Dine’s reply was characteristic: +</p> +<p> +“Thus endeth my first and last venture upon the +literary sea; I follow in your wake no longer. +</p> +<p> +“If it were matrimony now— +</p> +<p> +“John (isn’t John a grand, strong name?) doesn’t +like literary women. He reads Owen Meredith to +me, and Miss Mulock. He says that I am like Miss +Mulock’s <em>Edna</em>.” +</p> +<p> +Each letter of Dine’s teemed with praises of John +Woodstock; she thought that he was like Adam +Bede, or Ninian in “Head of the Family,” or perhaps +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_283'></a>283</span> +Max in “A Life for a Life”; she was lonely +all day long without him, and as happy as she +could be on earth with him all the long evenings. +</p> +<p> +Tessa frowned over the letters; Dine made no +allusion to him in letters written to her father and +mother; her whole loving, girlish heart she poured +out to Tessa. And Tessa cried over them and +prayed over them. +</p> +<p> +Sue returned from her bridal tour undeniably +miserable; even the radiant mood of Dr. Lake was +much subdued. Tessa met them together at Mrs. +Towne’s one evening, two days after the coming +home, and was cut to the heart by their manner +towards each other: she was defiant; he, imploring. +</p> +<p> +“I’m sorry I’m married any way,” she exclaimed. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t say that,” he remonstrated, his face flushing +painfully. +</p> +<p> +“I will say it—I <em>do</em> say it! I <em>am</em> sorry!” +</p> +<p> +“You know that you don’t mean it.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I do mean it, too.” +</p> +<p> +Dr. Towne glanced at Tessa and gave an embarrassed +laugh. Mrs. Towne’s expression became +severe; Tessa could have shaken Sue. Nan Gerard +turned on the music stool with her most perfect +laugh; Tessa could have shaken <em>her</em> for the enlightenment +that ran through it. +</p> +<p> +“We will have no more music after that,” said +Professor Towne. +</p> +<p> +Sue bade Tessa good night holding both her +hands. “I wish I had married Stacey,” she whispered. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_284'></a>284</span> +</p> +<p> +“Don’t tell Dr. Lake, I beg of you.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, he knows it. Come and see me.” +</p> +<p> +“No, I will not. You shall not talk to me about +your husband.” +</p> +<p> +“I will if I want to. You must come.” +</p> +<p> +“Do come,” urged Dr. Lake coming towards +them. But she would not promise. +</p> +<p> +The last Saturday evening in October found Tessa +alone before the fire in Mrs. Towne’s sitting-room; +Mrs. Towne was not well, and had sent for her to +come; she had gone to her sleeping room immediately +after tea, and asked Tessa to come to her in +two hours. +</p> +<p> +She was in a “mood”; so she called it to herself, +a mood in which self-analysis held the prominent +place; her heart was aching, she knew not for +what, she hardly cared, if the aching might be +taken away and she could go to sleep and then +awake to find the sun shining. +</p> +<p> +For the last hour she had been curled up in a +crimson velvet chair, part of the time with her +head bowed upon the arm; there were tears on her +eyelashes, on her fingers, and on the crimson velvet. +In the low light, she was but a gray figure crowned +with chestnut braids, and only that Ralph Towne +saw when he entered noiselessly through the half +open door. +</p> +<p> +Tessa thought that no one in the world moved +so gently or touched her so lightly as Ralph Towne. +He stood an instant beside her before she stirred, +then she raised her head slowly, ashamed of her +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_285'></a>285</span> +flushed, wet cheeks. She could not hide from the +moon. +</p> +<p> +“Well?” she said, thinking of her eyes and +cheeks. +</p> +<p> +“Are you dreaming dreams alone, here in the +dark?” +</p> +<p> +“I’m afraid so; I dream too many dreams; I +want something real; I do not like the stuff that +dreams are made of.” +</p> +<p> +“You are real enough.” He leaned against the +low mantel with one elbow resting upon it; she +did not lift her eyes; she was afraid. Had he +come to say something to her? +</p> +<p> +“Miss Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +She did not reply, she was rubbing her fingers +over the crimson velvet. +</p> +<p> +“I have been thinking of something that I wish +to say to you.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, I am approachable,” in a light, saucy +voice. +</p> +<p> +“Think well before you speak; it is a question +that, middle-aged as I am, I never asked any woman +before; I want to ask you to become my wife.” +</p> +<p> +She had raised her eyes in surprise, unfeigned +surprise. +</p> +<p> +“You need not look like that,” he said irritably; +“you look as if you had never thought of it.” +</p> +<p> +“I have not—for a long time; perhaps I did +once—before I became old and wise. I <em>am</em> surprised, +I can not understand it; I was so sure that +you could never care for me.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_286'></a>286</span> +</p> +<p> +“Why should I not? It is the most natural thing +in the world.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not think so; I can not understand.” +</p> +<p> +“Accept it upon my testimony, do not try to understand +it.” +</p> +<p> +He betrayed no feeling, except in his quickened +tone; she was too bewildered to be conscious of any +feeling at all; she listened to the sound of her own +voice, as if another were speaking; she remembered +afterward, that for once in her life she had heard +the sound of her own voice. She was thinking, +“My voice <em>is</em> pleasant, only so cold and even.” +</p> +<p> +“Will you not answer me?” +</p> +<p> +She was thinking; she had forgotten to answer. +</p> +<p> +“Why should you like me?” she said at last. +</p> +<p> +“There’s reason enough, allow me to judge; but +you do not come to the point.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not know how.” +</p> +<p> +“I thought that coming to the point was one of +your excellences.” +</p> +<p> +“Your question—your assertion rather—is something +very new.” +</p> +<p> +She could see the words; she was reciting them +from a printed page. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t you know whether you like me or not?” +he asked in the old assured, boyish way. +</p> +<p> +“No, I do not know that; if I did I should care +for what you are saying, and now I do not care. +Once, in that time when I loved you and you did +not care, I would have died with joy to hear you +say what you have said; my heart would have +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_287'></a>287</span> +stopped beating; I should have been too glad to +live; but perhaps when <em>that</em> you went away and +died, the Tessa that loved you went away and +died, too. I think that I <em>did</em> die—of shame. Now +I hear you speak the words that I used to pray +then every night that you might speak to me, and +now I do not care! When I was little I cried myself +sick once for something I wanted, and when +mother gave it to me I was too sick and tired to +care. No, I do not want to marry you, Dr. Towne, +I am too sick and tired to love you.” +</p> +<p> +“Why do you not want to marry me?” +</p> +<p> +“Because—because—” she looked up into his +grave eyes—“I do not want to; I am not satisfied +with you.” +</p> +<p> +“Why are you not satisfied with me?” +</p> +<p> +“I do not know.” +</p> +<p> +“Are you disappointed in me? Have I changed?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, no,” she said sorrowfully, “you have not +changed—not since I have known you this time. +It is like this, as if I were blind when I knew you +before, and I loved you for what you were to me; +but as I could not see you, I loved you for what I +imagined you to be, and now, I am not blind, my +eyes are wide, wide open, and I look at you and +wonder ‘where is the one I knew?’ I do not +know you; you are a stranger to me; I would love +you if I could; I can not say <em>yes</em> and not love you. +I have never told any one, but I may tell you now. +While you were away at St. Louis, I promised to +marry some one; he had loved me all my life, and +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_288'></a>288</span> +I was so heart-broken because of the mistake that I +had made about you; and I wanted some one to +care for me, so that I might forget how I loved +somebody that did not love me. And then I was +wild when I knew what I had done! I did not +love him; I felt as if I were bound in iron; I shall +never forget that. I do not want to feel bound in +iron to you. Why did you not ask me last year +when you knew how I cared for you?” +</p> +<p> +He dropped his eyes, the hot color flushing even +to his forehead. “I could not—sincerely.” +</p> +<p> +“Why did you act as if you liked me?” +</p> +<p> +“I did like you. I did not love you. I did not +understand. I can not tell you how unhappy I +was when I found that you had misunderstood me. +I would not have hurt you for all the universe; I +did not dream that you could misunderstand me; I +was attracted to you; I did not know that I manifested +any stronger feeling. Surely you have forgiven +me.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I have forgiven you; I did not really +blame you; I knew that you did not understand. +You are a stupid fellow about women.—You are +only a stupid, dear, big boy.” +</p> +<p> +“But you do not answer me.” +</p> +<p> +“I <em>have</em> answered you. Do you ask me sincerely +now?” she asked curiously. +</p> +<p> +“You know I do,” he said angrily. +</p> +<p> +“Do you ask me because Miss Gerard has refused +you?” with a flash of merriment crossing +her face. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_289'></a>289</span> +</p> +<p> +“I never asked Miss Gerard.” +</p> +<p> +“Did you flirt with her?” +</p> +<p> +“I suppose you give it that name. I was attracted +towards her, of course, but I soon found +that she had no depth; she would cling to me, I +could not shake her off. I took her to Mayfield +this morning; she asked to go, I could not refuse +the girl. She has made several pretty things for +me; I showed my appreciation by buying pieces +of jewelry for her; was that flirting? I never +kissed her, or said I loved her, or talked any nonsense +to her.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course not. You do not know how.” +</p> +<p> +“I know how to talk sense, Miss Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +“Are you asking me because your mother loves +me so much?” +</p> +<p> +“Is it so hard for you to believe that I love you?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” she said, her eyes filling at his tone, “I +can not believe it. It is as if you had put both +hands around my throat and choked my breath +away and then said politely, ‘Excuse me.’” +</p> +<p> +“Is my love so little to you as that?” +</p> +<p> +“I have not seen it yet; you <em>say</em> you love me, +that is all.” +</p> +<p> +“Is not that enough?” +</p> +<p> +“It can not be enough, for it does not satisfy +me. I have believed so long that you despised +me; one word from you can not change it all.” +</p> +<p> +“Is there something wrong about me?” +</p> +<p> +“Wrong? Oh, no. How could there be? I do +believe that you are a <em>good</em> man.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_290'></a>290</span> +</p> +<p> +“You think that you can not be happy with +me?” he asked patiently. +</p> +<p> +“I am happy enough always, everywhere; I was +as happy as a bird in a tree before I knew you; you +set me to crying for something, and then held out +your hand empty.” +</p> +<p> +“I love you; isn’t that full enough?” +</p> +<p> +“No, that is not full enough. I want you to <em>be</em> +all that I believed you to be. I shall not be satisfied +till then. When you think of me you may +think of me hungering and thirsting for you to be +all that I can dream of your being—all that God is +willing to make you.” +</p> +<p> +The light had died out of his eyes. +</p> +<p> +“Do you know some one that does satisfy you?” +</p> +<p> +“I know good people, but they do not satisfy +me.” +</p> +<p> +“Philip Towne?” +</p> +<p> +“I should as soon think of loving St. John.” +</p> +<p> +“Tell me, <em>do</em> you love him?” +</p> +<p> +“Dr. Towne, I never thought of such a thing!” +she said with quick indignation. +</p> +<p> +“You are a Mystic; Dr. Lake has named you +true. Come, be sensible and don’t talk riddles; +don’t talk like a book; talk plain, good sense; say +<em>yes</em>, and leave all your whims behind you forever.” +</p> +<p> +“Loving you was a whim; shall I leave that +behind forever?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I could not endure your presence; it is +that that keeps you near me now. It is not enough +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_291'></a>291</span> +for you to love me; I should die of hunger if I did +not love you.” +</p> +<p> +“Love me, then.” +</p> +<p> +Her head went down upon the arm of the chair; +she covered her face with both hands; a childish +attitude she often assumed when alone. +</p> +<p> +“I can’t, I can’t! I want to; I would if I could! +it’s too late; I can’t go back and see you as you +were—” +</p> +<p> +“I have asked you to forgive me.” +</p> +<p> +“I do, I do; but I do not love you as I want to +love you. I shall never marry any one, you may +be sure of that; I do not want to be married. Why +must I? Who says I must?” +</p> +<p> +“I say so.” +</p> +<p> +“Your authority I do not recognize. The voice +must come from God to my own heart.” +</p> +<p> +“Lift your head. Look at me.” +</p> +<p> +She obeyed. +</p> +<p> +“I wish you to understand that I am not to be +trifled with; this is definite; this is final; I have +asked and you have refused. You need not play +with me thinking that I shall ask you again, <em>I +never shall</em>. Remember, I never shall.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not wish you to ask me again.” +</p> +<p> +“Then this ends the matter.” +</p> +<p> +“This ends the matter,” she repeated. +</p> +<p> +“My mother is not well, she will miss you; you +will stay with her just the same. She will not surmise +any thing. She loves you as I did not know +that one woman could love another.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_292'></a>292</span> +</p> +<p> +“Is that why you wish to marry me?” +</p> +<p> +“No. I know my own mind. I have loved you +ever since I knew you, but I was not aware of it; +I did not know it until I knew that Miss Gerard +was not like you.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I am so sorry! This is the hardest of all. +But I might grow not to like you at all; I might +rush away from you; it takes so much love and +confidence and sympathy to be willing to give +one’s self.” +</p> +<p> +“I am not in a frame of mind to listen to such +things; you forget that you have thrown me away +for the sake of a whim!” +</p> +<p> +“I want to tell your mother; I can not bear for +her to be so kind to me—” +</p> +<p> +“It isn’t enough to hurt me, but you must hurt +her, also. She would not understand—any more +than I do—why you throw me away.” +</p> +<p> +“I will not tell her, but I shall feel like a hypocrite. +You will not utterly despise me.” +</p> +<p> +“You can not expect me to feel very kindly +towards you. Why may I not lose all but the +memory of <em>you</em>?” +</p> +<p> +“You may. I am willing,” she answered wearily. +“Oh, I <em>wanted</em> to be satisfied with you.” +</p> +<p> +He had left the room with his last words, not +waiting for reply. +</p> +<p> +And she could only cry out, with a dry, hard +sob, “Oh, Ralph, Ralph, I <em>wanted</em> to be satisfied +with you!” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_293'></a>293</span><a name='ch19' id='ch19'></a>XIX.—THE OLD STORY.</h2> +<p> +One afternoon in the reading-room she found two +notices of her book; one was in <em>Hearth and Home</em>, +the other in <em>The Lutheran Observer</em>; the former ran +in this style: +</p> +<p> +“‘Under the Wings’ by Theresa Louise Wadsworth +is the most lifelike representation of a genuine +live boy that we have seen for many a day. +We are almost tempted to think that the author +was once a boy herself she is so heartily in sympathy +with a boy’s thoughts and feelings. It is a +book that every boy ought to read, and we are confident +that no boy can read it without being bettered +by it.” +</p> +<p> +The other she was more pleased with: +</p> +<p> +“Rob is a genuine boy, with all manner of faults +and pranks; but a tender, truthful heart, and a determination +for the right that brings him through +safely. But specially is he delightful in juxtaposition +with Nell, a little girl who says the quaintest +things in the most laughable, most lovable manner. +Altogether it is a thoroughly enjoyable book, sweet +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_294'></a>294</span> +and saintly, too; though not saintly after the cut +and dried style of youthful piety.” +</p> +<p> +She turned the papers with a startled face as if +the lady in the black cloak near her had guessed +what she had looked for and had found; as if the +blonde mustache hidden behind Emerson surmised +that she had written a book and wondered why +she had not attempted something deeper; as if +Mr. Lewis Gesner reading a newspaper with his +forehead puckered into a frown knew that she +was slightly a blue-stocking, and decided that +she might better be learning how to be a good +wife for somebody. +</p> +<p> +“I <em>am</em> commonplace,” she soliloquized, running +down the long flight of stairs; “ten years ago when +my heroines were Rosalie and Viola, and their lovers +bandits or princes in disguise, who would have believed +that I could have settled down into writing +good books for good little children?” +</p> +<p> +That evening Mr. Hammerton took from his +memorandum book three square inches of printed +matter, neatly and exactly folded, and dropped it +into her hand. +</p> +<p> +“There’s a feather in your cap, Lady Blue; it is +plucked from the <em>Evening Mail</em>.” +</p> +<p> +She read it, by the light of the shaded lamp, +standing at the sitting-room table. Mrs. Wadsworth +looked up from her work, regarding her curiously; +Tessa did not observe the expression of pride +and love that flitted across her face. Mrs. Wadsworth +loved Tessa more than she loved any other +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_295'></a>295</span> +human being; indeed, with all her capacity for loving; +but Tessa would never discover it. Mrs. Wadsworth +was not aware of it, herself; Mr. Wadsworth +saw it and was glad. Tessa read eagerly: +</p> +<p> +“‘Under the Wings’ is the title of an excellent +book by Theresa Louise Wadsworth issued in neat +form by——. The characters of the boyish hero—wilful, +merry, irreverent, honest, and bold, and the +heroine—happy, serious, inquiring, and lovable, are +drawn with no mean skill, while the other personages, +the kind and pious grandmother, the snappish, +but well-meaning mother, the deacon, and others, +are sketched with scarcely less truth and vividness. +The development of the Christian faith in the soul +of wild Rob is traced easily and naturally, the incidents +are numerous and interesting; the whole +movement of the story is in helpful sympathy with +human hearts.” +</p> +<p> +“What is it, daughter?” inquired her father arranging +the chess-men. +</p> +<p> +“She is modest as well as famous. I will read +it,” said Mr. Hammerton, “and here’s your letter +from Dine; I knew that that would insure my welcome. +Do you know, I forgot to inquire for myself? +I never did such a thing before. Father will +go to the mail, however.” +</p> +<p> +Moving apart from the group, she ran through +the long letter; coloring and biting her lips as she +read. Mrs. Wadsworth’s little rocker was drawn to +the table; the light from the tall lamp fell over her +face and hair, touching her hands and her work; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_296'></a>296</span> +the low, white forehead, the wavy hair, the pretty +lips and chin were pleasant to look upon; when +she was in a happy state of mind, this little lady +was altogether kissable. +</p> +<p> +“What does Dine say?” she asked. +</p> +<p> +“Not much. No news,” stammered Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“Hurry then and let me read it.” +</p> +<p> +“Excuse me, it is purely confidential, every vestige +to be consigned to the flames. You are to +have a letter in a day or two.” +</p> +<p> +Mr. Hammerton gave her a quick glance and +moved his queen into check. She took the letter +into the parlor for a second perusal. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, Tessa, my dear, big, wise sister, I’ve got +something to tell you. What should I do if I +hadn’t somebody to tell? At first I thought I +wouldn’t tell you or any body, and then I knew +I must. Norah knows, but she will never tell. +She does not know about Gus. I have never told +that, but she knows about my wonderful John! I +don’t know how to begin either; I guess I will begin +in the middle; all the blanks your own imagination +must fill. You know all about John; I’ve +told you enough if your head isn’t too full of literary +stuff to hold common affairs; <em>I’m in love</em> and +he is, too, of course. I should not be if he were +not. I mean I should not tell of it if he were not. +I’m glad that you are not the kind of elder sister +that can’t be told such things, for I could not tell +mother, and I would not dare tell dear, old father. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_297'></a>297</span> +Not that it is so dreadful to be in love, even +if I have known him but seven weeks to-night; I +fell in love with him the instant he raised his eyes +and took hold of my hand. Living under the same +roof and eating together three times a day (he eats +so nicely), and ciphering and studying and reading +together, and going to church and prayer-meeting +and singing-school together, make the time seem +ten times as long and give twenty times as many +opportunities of falling in love decorously as I +could have found in Dunellen in a year! But I +am not apologizing for <em>that</em>. It’s too delightfully +delicious to have a <em>real</em> lover! Not that he has +asked me <em>yet</em>! I wouldn’t have him do it for any +thing; it would spoil it all. But we both knew it +as Adam and Eve knew it! Now the dreadfulness +of it is that I have no right to do such a thing. I +came here believing that I was lawfully and forever +engaged to dear old Gus, spectacles, chess-board, +dictionary and all. Not that <em>he</em> ever said +a word to <em>me</em>! Don’t you know one night I told +you that I had a secret? How glad I was of it +then! I couldn’t sleep that night and for days I +felt dizzy; for Gus had been my hero ever since he +told me stories when I was a wee child. And so +of course I thought I <em>loved</em> him. What is love, +anyway? Who knows? That secret was this: I +heard dear, old, wise Gus tell father that he loved +<em>me</em> (just think, <em>me!</em>) and that he was waiting for +me to love him, dear, old boy! He would not try +to make me love him, he wanted it to come naturally; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_298'></a>298</span> +he would not speak to me or urge me, he +wanted to find me loving him and then he would +ask me to give him what belonged to him. Wasn’t +it touching? I didn’t know that he could be so +lover-like. I didn’t know that he ever would love +anybody because he always talks books and politics +and only made fun when I told him news about the +girls. How could I help loving him when I knew +that he loved me. Isn’t that enough to make anybody +love anybody? +</p> +<p> +“Just as soon as I saw my wonderful John, then +I knew that I did not love Gus, that I never had +loved him, that I never <em>could</em> love him. No, not to +the end of time. If I had married him, I suppose +that I should have been satisfied and thought I +was as happy as I could be—I don’t know, though. +He was wise to let me wait and have a choice: it +is cruel to ask girls before they have seen some one +else; we do not know what we do want until we +see it—or him. I am writing at the sitting-room +table; John has not come home from the mail; +Aunt Tessa knits a long, blue stocking and Uncle +Knox is asleep with the big white and black cat on +his knees. +</p> +<p> +“I never could stay here but for John and Miss +Towne. I have told <em>her</em> about John; she likes +John. Every one does. +</p> +<p> +“I want you to see my knight; he is not tall, he +is broad-shouldered, with the loveliest complexion +and blonde mustache, blue eyes, shining blue eyes, +and auburn curly hair! that is, <em>rather</em> auburn; I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_299'></a>299</span> +think it is more like reddish gold. I wish that +you could hear him talk about making life a glorious +success. He makes me feel brave and strong. +Oh, isn’t it a beautiful thing to live and have some +one love you! I wish that you loved somebody; I +do not like to be so happy and have you standing +out in the cold. John thinks that <em>you</em> are wonderful; +I tell him that he will forget me when he has +heard you talk. +</p> +<p> +“Wise old Gus is a thousand miles over my head +when he talks to me, but John walks by my side +and speaks the thoughts that I have been thinking, +only in so much more beautiful language; and he +likes all the books I like, and my favorite poems +and hymns. How will you break it to Gus? He +must be told. He wrote to me two weeks ago, a +long, interesting letter all about Dunellen news, +which I haven’t dared answer yet. I suppose I +must. I showed it to John; he asked how old he +was, and now he calls him ‘The Venerable.’ He +must not keep on thinking about me, for I never, +never can like him, even if I never marry John. +Do break it to him in some easy, <em>pleasant</em> way; he +will never imagine that <em>you</em> know that he likes <em>me</em>. +He never showed it any, I am sure. I always +thought that it was you, and mother thinks so; I +heard her telling father. +</p> +<p> +“Be sure to write immediately, for I am as unhappy +as I can be. And be sure to tell me what +he says and how he takes it. Mary Sherwood wrote +me that Sue told her that she and Dr. Lake had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_300'></a>300</span> +awful quarrels, and that once they didn’t speak to +each other for three days only in her father’s presence. +I never could quarrel with John. There he +comes. I’ll be writing when he comes in and not +look up, and then he will come behind my chair +and touch my curls when auntie isn’t looking. +</p> +<p> +“Write soon. Your ever loving <span class='sc'>Dine</span>. +</p> +<p> +“P.S.—John calls me Di: he doesn’t like <em>Dine</em>.” +</p> +<p> +Crumbling the letter in both hands, she laid it +upon the coals; then she stood with one foot on the +fender, leaning forward with her forehead upon the +mantel, thinking, thinking. Before she was aware +the door was opened and some one came behind +her and put both arms around her. +</p> +<p> +“Is any thing the matter with Dine?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, no,” shaking herself loose from his arms +and creeping out of them. +</p> +<p> +He pushed the ottoman nearer and seated himself +upon the parrot and the roses; she stood on the +edge of the rug, with her arms folded across her +breast to keep herself quiet; how could she tell him +the truth? He was not a boy to laugh and cry and +fling it off; he had loved Dine as long as Felix Harrison +had loved <em>her</em>! He would take it quietly +enough; she had no dread of an outburst; it might +be that Dine’s silence in regard to his letter had +been a preparation; surely every hard thing that +came had its preparation; the heavy blow was +never sent before the word of warning. +</p> +<p> +“She is not sick?” he asked. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_301'></a>301</span> +</p> +<p> +“Sick!” She lingered over the word as if help +would come before it were ended. “Oh, no, she is +well and happy.” +</p> +<p> +“Does she write you secrets?” +</p> +<p> +“She always tells me her secrets.” +</p> +<p> +“Has any phenomenon occurred?” +</p> +<p> +“It isn’t a phenomenon; it is something as old +as Eve and as new as Dinah. She thinks she has +found her Adam.” +</p> +<p> +“Ah!” in a constrained voice. +</p> +<p> +She saw nothing but the fire; the long poker was +laid across the fender, a handful of ashes had fallen +through the grate. “Such things have to come, +like the measles and mumps; I did hope, however, +to keep her out of the contagion. But Mother Nature +is wiser than any sister.” +</p> +<p> +“Why is it to be regretted?” +</p> +<p> +“Because—oh, because, I have learned that one’s +eyes are always wide open afterward—they weep +much and see clear; one can never be carelessly +happy again; I wanted her to stay a little girl. Selfishly, +perhaps. I thought there was time enough.” +</p> +<p> +“It is settled then—so soon?” +</p> +<p> +“Nothing is settled, but that two people are in +love, or believe themselves to be. Am I not a cynical +elder sister?” +</p> +<p> +“Is this her first experience?” +</p> +<p> +“Who can say when a first experience is! Tennyson +and moonlight walks are aggravating at their +age.” At their age! She felt as old as Miss Jewett +to-night. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_302'></a>302</span> +</p> +<p> +“I hope he is worthy of her. She is a jewel.” +</p> +<p> +“She would not love him if he were not,” said +the elder sister proudly. +</p> +<p> +“This is a secret?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; I know that I can trust you. It will be +time enough to tell father and mother when he +brings her home and kneels at their feet for their +blessing.” +</p> +<p> +“Who is he?” +</p> +<p> +“John Woodstock, the school-master. He has +neither father nor mother, he is beautiful and good, +enthusiastic and fascinating.” +</p> +<p> +She had not once lifted her eyes to his face; his +fingers had clasped and unclasped themselves; his +voice was not as steady as usual. +</p> +<p> +“That notice was a very pretty puff, Lady Blue.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I like it I will paste it into my notebook.” +</p> +<p> +“Is that all you have seen?” +</p> +<p> +“No, I saw two in the reading-room, but I like +this better.” +</p> +<p> +“Are you writing now?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“You are not on the lookout for Adam.” +</p> +<p> +“No. I will write and he shall search for me. +Haven’t you heard of that bird in Africa, which if +you hunt for him, you can not find, but if you stay +at home, he will come to you?” +</p> +<p> +He had risen and stood in his usual uneasy fashion. +“My congratulations to Dine.” +</p> +<p> +“I will tell her.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_303'></a>303</span> +</p> +<p> +He lingered on the hearth-rug, then at the door +with his hand upon the knob. +</p> +<p> +“Good night. I shall be busy for a week or two; +do not expect to see me.” +</p> +<p> +“You will come when you can?” +</p> +<p> +“Certainly.” He went out and closed the door. +</p> +<p> +She stood in the same position with her arms +folded for the next half hour. How could Dine +know what love was? How could she give up a +man like Gus Hammerton for a light-haired boy +who talked of making life a glorious success? He +had his heartache now; it had come at last after +all his years of watching Dine growing up: and no +one could help him, he must fight it out alone; she +remembered what he had said about quoting from +a book for Dr. Lake. What “book man” could +help him to-night? Would he open a book or fall +upon his knees? +</p> +<p> +Was <em>he</em> sorrowful to-night too, Ralph Towne? +How gentle he had been with her and how patient! +They had met several times since; once, in +his mother’s presence, when he had spoken to her +as easily as usual; at other times in the street; he +had lifted his hat and passed on; the one glimpse +of his eyes had been to reveal them very dark and +very stern. She could hear Mr. Hammerton’s voice +calling back to her father from the gate; they both +laughed and then his quick tramp sounded on the +planks. +</p> +<p> +The tramp kept on and on for hours; the moon +arose late; he walked out into the country, now +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_304'></a>304</span> +tramping along the wayside and now in the road; +it was midnight when he turned his face homeward +and something past one when he silently unlocked +the door with his night-key and found his way to +his room. There was a letter there from Dinah; +his sister had laid it on his bureau. It was brief, +formal, and ambiguous; she had subscribed herself +“Your young, old friend, D.” She did not say that +she was glad of his letter, she did not ask him to +write again. “She thinks that she must not write +to me,” he thought, “darling little Dine! I would +like to see that John Woodstock!” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_305'></a>305</span><a name='ch20' id='ch20'></a>XX.—SEVERAL THINGS.</h2> +<p> +The November sky was full of clouds; Tessa liked +a cloudy sky; the dried leaves whirled around her +and rustled beneath her feet, fastening themselves +to her skirt as she walked through them; she had +stepped down into the gutter to walk through the +leaves because they reminded her of her childish +days when she used to walk through them and soil +her stockings and endure a reprimand when her +mother discovered the cause of it; then she had +liked the sound of the leaves, now she only cared +for them, as she did for several other things,—for +the sake of the long ago past! She imagined herself +a ten-year-old maiden with big blue eyes and +long, bright braids hanging down her back and +tied together at the ends with brown ribbon; she +was coming from school with a Greenleaf’s Arithmetic +(she ciphered in long division and had a +“table” to learn), “Parker’s Philosophy” and “Magnall’s +Questions” in her satchel. The lesson to-morrow +in that was about Tilgath-pilneser; she had +stumbled over the queer name, so she would be +sure to remember it. There were crumbs in the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_306'></a>306</span> +napkin in the satchel, too, she had had seed cake +for lunch; and a lead pencil that Felix Harrison +had sharpened for her at noon, when he had come +down-stairs to ask Laura for his share of the lunch, +and there was a half sheet of note paper with her +spelling for to-morrow from “Scholar’s Companion” +written on it; perhaps there was a poorly written +and ill-spelled note from Gus Hammerton’s cousin, +Mary Sherwood, and there might be a crochet +needle and a spool of twenty cotton! +</p> +<p> +She smiled over the inventory, lingering over +each article; oh, if she only were going home from +school with that satchel, to help her mother a little, +play with Dine, and in the evening to look over her +lessons sitting close to her father and then to coax +him for a story. And then she would go to bed at +eight o’clock to awake in the morning to another +day. Mr. Hammerton said that it was a premature +“<em>Vanitas vanitatem</em>” for her to declare that “growing +up” was as bad as any thing a girl could dream! +</p> +<p> +But then he did not know about poor Felix, and +he could never guess what she had dreamed that +she had found in Ralph Towne—and how empty +life was because of this thing that had mocked her. +Empty with all its fulness because of something +that never had been; something that never could +be in him. +</p> +<p> +In those satchel-days her greatest trouble had +been an interminable scolding from her mother, or +the having to give to Dine her own share of cup-custard, +when one chanced to be left from tea. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_307'></a>307</span> +</p> +<p> +It was a raw day; the wind played roughly with +her veil; the fields were bleak, and the long lines +of fence, stretching in every direction and running +into places that she did not know and would not +care for, gave her a feeling of homesickness. Homesickness +with the home she had lived in all her life +not a mile distant, with every one that she loved +or ever had loved within three miles; every one +but Dine, and Dine was as blithe and satisfied as +any girl could be. +</p> +<p> +Still she was homesick; she had been homesick +since that evening by the fire in Mrs. Towne’s sitting-room. +Homesick because she had dreamed a +dream that could never come true; now that he had +asked her in plain, straightforward, manly words +to love him and become his wife, her heart had +opened, the light shone in, and she read all that +the three years had written; she <em>had</em> loved him, +but the love had been crushed in shame—in shame +for her mistake. +</p> +<p> +“There she is <em>now</em>,” cried a voice in the distance +behind her. +</p> +<p> +She turned to find Dr. Lake stopping his horse; +he sprang out, not lightly, not like himself, and assisted +his wife to the ground. +</p> +<p> +“She prefers your company, it seems,” he said, +holding the reins with one hand and giving Tessa +the other. “Talk fast now, for I shall not be gone +long; I want to get home.” +</p> +<p> +“You can go home, I’ll come when I like,” replied +Sue. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_308'></a>308</span> +</p> +<p> +“We stopped at your house,” said Sue, as he +drove on; “I asked him to leave me while he goes +to Harrison’s; that Felix is always having a fit or +something. Do you think Gerald looks so sick?” +squeezing her hand under the folds of Tessa’s crimson +and gray shawl that she might take her arm. +</p> +<p> +“He is much changed; I did not like to look at +him; has he been ill?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, you didn’t hear then! It was day before +yesterday! He was thrown out; the horse ran +away; he isn’t hurt much; he thinks he is, I do believe. +I am not a nurse, I don’t know how to coddle +people and fuss over them. The horse is a +strange one that father had taken to try, and he +threw Gerald out and ran away and smashed the +buggy, and a farmer brought him home. He did +look as white as a sheet and he hasn’t eaten any +thing since; he went out yesterday and insisted +upon coming out to-day. Father says that he’s foolhardy; +but I guess he knows that he isn’t hurt; I +sha’n’t borrow trouble anyway. He mopes and feels +blue, but he says nothing ails him; he’s a doctor and +he ought to know. Where are you going?” +</p> +<p> +“Not anywhere in particular; I came out for the +air; we will walk on slowly.” +</p> +<p> +“We might go as far as your seat on the roots. +Wasn’t that time an age ago? I didn’t feel married-y +one bit. I want to go over to Sherwoods to-night +to the Sociable, but Gerald says that I am +heartless to want to go. I don’t think I am. I +didn’t get married to shut myself up. Gerald never +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_309'></a>309</span> +has any time to go anywhere with me, and it’s just +as stupid and vexatious at home as it ever was. +Don’t <em>you</em> ever get married.” +</p> +<p> +“Are you keeping your word?” +</p> +<p> +“What word?” +</p> +<p> +“The promise you made me that day by the +brook.” +</p> +<p> +“About Gerald? Oh, sometimes I keep it and +sometimes I don’t. He always makes up first, I +will say that for him. He will never let me go to +sleep without kissing him good night.” +</p> +<p> +“Then you did not tell Mary Sherwood that once +you did not speak for three days?” +</p> +<p> +“Bless you, no; Gerald would not let that be true; +it was no goodness in me that it wasn’t true, though; +perhaps I told her that.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you talk to her about him?” +</p> +<p> +“Now, Granny, suppose I do!” +</p> +<p> +Tessa stood still. “Promise me—you shall not +take another step with me till you do—that you +will not talk to any one against him.” +</p> +<p> +“I won’t. Don’t gripe my hand so tight. He is +my husband, he isn’t yours! When he’s contrary, +I’ll be contrary, too, and I’ll tell people if I like.” +</p> +<p> +“Then you forfeit my friendship; remember I am +not your friend.” +</p> +<p> +“Tessa Wadsworth! you hateful old thing! you +know I shall have to give in, for you are my best +friend! There,” laughing, “let me go, and I’ll promise! +I’ll say all the ugly things I have to say to his +own face.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_310'></a>310</span> +</p> +<p> +They walked on slowly; Sue rambling on and +Tessa listening with great interest. +</p> +<p> +“I had a letter from Stacey last week; Gerald +has it in his pocket; he dictated the answer, and I +wrote it in my most flourishing style. I’ve got +somebody to take good care of me now—if he +doesn’t get sick! I don’t like sick people; I made +him some gruel yesterday and it was as thick as +mush. Oh, the things he promises me when he +gets rich! Gets rich! All he wants is for me to +love him, poor dear! What <em>is</em> love? Do you +know?” +</p> +<p> +“To discover is one of the things I live for; I +know that it suffers long.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s poetry! I don’t want to suffer long and +have Gerald sick. I had to get up last night and +make him a mustard plaster, and do you believe I +was so sleepy that I made it of ginger? He never +told me till this morning.” +</p> +<p> +In half an hour he drove up swiftly behind them. +</p> +<p> +“Susan, you can get in; I don’t feel like getting out +to help you. I feel very bad, I want to get home.” +</p> +<p> +He laid the reins in her hand. “You may drive; +good-by, Mystic; you and I will have our talk another +day.” +</p> +<p> +“Come and see us,” Sue shouted back. +</p> +<p> +The horse trotted on at good speed; Sue’s blue +veil floated backward; Tessa walked on thinking +of Dr. Lake’s pain-stricken face and figure. +</p> +<p> +Her first words to Mary Sherwood that evening +were: +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_311'></a>311</span> +</p> +<p> +“How is Dr. Lake?” +</p> +<p> +“Sick. Worse. Very sick, I suspect. Their girl +told our girl that Mrs. Lake was frightened almost +to death.” +</p> +<p> +“I hope she is,” said Nan Gerard, “she deserves +to be.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa kept herself in a sofa corner all the evening. +</p> +<p> +Nan said that she was a queen surrounded by +courtiers, for first one and then another came for a +quiet talk. When she was not talking or listening, +she was watching: figures, faces, voices, motions, +all held something in them worth her studying; +she had been watching under cover of a book of +engravings Professor Towne, for some time before +he came and stood at the arm of her sofa. +</p> +<p> +She was shy, at first, as she ever was with strangers, +but no one could be shy with him for a longer +time than five minutes. Dine’s last letter had contained +an account of an afternoon with Miss Towne, +with many quotations from her sayings. +</p> +<p> +“My sister thinks that your sister is a saint,” said +Tessa; “she has written me about her beautiful +life.” +</p> +<p> +“All about her invalids, I suppose. <em>Shut-ins</em> +she calls them! Invalids are her mania; she had +thirty-five on her list at her last writing; she finds +them north, south, east, and west.” +</p> +<p> +“Dine loves to hear about them; Miss Towne +gives her some of their letters to read to Aunt +Theresa. Dine runs over every morning to hear +about last night’s mail. I am looking forward to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_312'></a>312</span> +my good times with her if she will be as good to +me as she is to my little sister.” +</p> +<p> +“She is looking forward to you; your sister’s enthusiasm +never flags when she may talk of you.” +</p> +<p> +The talk drifted into books; Mr. Hammerton +drew nearer, his questions and apt replies added +zest to the conversation; Tessa mentally decided +that he was more original than the Professor; the +Professor’s questions were good, but no one in all +<em>her</em> world could reply like Gus Hammerton; she +was proud of him to-night with a feeling of ownership; +in loving Dine, had he not become as near as +a brother to her? +</p> +<p> +This feeling of ownership was decidedly pleasant; +with it came a safe, warm feeling that she +was taken care of; that she had a right to be taken +care of and to be proud of him. No one in the +world, the most keen-eyed student of human nature, +could ever have guessed that he was suffering +from a heartache; he had greeted her with the +self-possession of ten years ago, had inquired about +the “folks at home,” and asked if Dine were up in +the clouds still. Could Dine have made a mistake? +Had she dreamed it? +</p> +<p> +Professor Towne moved away to go to Nan Gerard; +Tessa listened to Mr. Hammerton, he was telling +her about a discovery in science, and half comprehending +and not at all replying she watched +Professor Towne’s countenance and motions. She +could hear about this discovery some other time, +but she might not have another opportunity to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_313'></a>313</span> +study the Professor. He was her lesson to-night. +As he talked, she decided that he did not so much +resemble his cousin as her first glance had revealed; +his voice was resonant, his manner more courteous; +he was not at all the “big boy,” he was dignified, +frank, and yet reserved; simple, at times, as his sister +might be, and cultured, far beyond any thing +she had ever thought of in regard to Dr. Towne; +he was as intellectual as Gus Hammerton, as gracious +as Felix Harrison, with as much heart as +Dr. Lake, a physical presence as fascinating as Dr. +Towne, and as pure-hearted and spiritualized as +only himself could be. She had found her ideal at +last. She had found him and was scrutinizing him +as coolly and as critically as if he were one of the +engravings in the book in her lap. She would +never find a flaw in him; when she wrote her +novel he should be her hero. +</p> +<p> +“Why, doctor! Have the skies fallen? Did you +hear that we were all taken with convulsions?” +</p> +<p> +Nan Gerard’s laugh followed this; the doctor’s +reply was cool and commonplace. +</p> +<p> +“What is the title of your book?” Mr. Hammerton +was asking. “‘Hepsey’s Heartache?’ ‘Jennie’s +Jumble?’ ‘Dora’s Distress?’ ‘Fannie’s Fancy?’ or it +may be ‘Up Top or Down Below,’ ‘Smashed Hopes +or Broken Idols.’” +</p> +<p> +“I will not answer you if you are not serious.” +</p> +<p> +“I thought that young ladies gloried in sentiment.” +</p> +<p> +She turned the leaves of her book. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_314'></a>314</span> +</p> +<p> +“Lady Blue, I can not be a just critic; I can not +take a sentimental standpoint; you take it naturally +and truly; you are right to do so; it is your +mission, your calling, your election. Do not think +that I despise sentiment and the ideal world of +feeling—” +</p> +<p> +“You know that I do not think that,” she interrupted +earnestly. +</p> +<p> +“These questions of feeling can not be tackled +like a problem in mathematics, and an answer given +in cold, clear cut, adequate words; such a problem +I like to tackle; such an answer I like to give; but +these sentimental questions in ‘Blighted Hopes’ are +many sided, involved, and curvilinear; they are for +the theologian, metaphysician, and mystic. What +can you and I say about life’s hard questions after +Ecclesiastes and Job?” +</p> +<p> +“Then you think I am presuming?” +</p> +<p> +“Did I not just say that sentiment is your mission? +The story of each human life has a pathos +of its own, and each is an enigma of which God +only knows the solution.” +</p> +<p> +She colored and dropped her eyes; he did not +dream that she knew any thing of the “pathos” in +his life. How kind she would be to him! +</p> +<p> +“You are living your solution; perhaps you will +help me to find mine.” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t imagine any one in the world knowing +you well enough to be of any help to you.” +</p> +<p> +“Very likely; but I am not on a throne of rocks, in +a robe of clouds, crowned with a diadem of snow!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_315'></a>315</span> +</p> +<p> +“It’s a little bit warm at the foot of Mount +Blanc,” she replied laughing. +</p> +<p> +“Then you shall live at the foot.” +</p> +<p> +“Dine and I,” she answered audaciously. +</p> +<p> +“Not Dine! She has gone away from us; she +would rather listen to a love-ditty from the lips of +her new acquaintance than a volume of sober sense +from us.” +</p> +<p> +“I had not thought to be jealous. She is not +taking any thing from me.” +</p> +<p> +“Be careful; never tell her any thing again; if +you write to her that Mary wears a black silk to-night, +and that Nan has geranium leaves in her +hair, she will run and tell him. She will never +keep another secret for you.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa looked grave. She never would be supreme +in her little sister’s heart again. Perhaps +this evening she had arrayed herself in garnet and +gone with him to the mite society, and was laughing +and playing games, fox and geese, or ninepins, +in somebody’s little whitewashed parlor, forgetting +that such a place as Dunellen was down upon the +map. +</p> +<p> +“Gus, we want you,” said Mary Sherwood, approaching +them. “The girls are having a quarrel +about who wrote something; now, go and tease +them to your heart’s content.” +</p> +<p> +“Wrote what?” asked Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I don’t know. Why are you so still? You +are sitting here as stately and grand and pale and +intellectual—one must be pale to look intellectual, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_316'></a>316</span> +I suppose—as if you had written <em>Middlemarch</em>. I +thought that you never went home without a separate +talk with every person in the room, and there +you sit like a turtle in a shell. What change has +passed over the spirit of your dream?” +</p> +<p> +“I feel quiet; I feel as if I were afraid that some +one would push against me if I should attempt to +cross the room.” +</p> +<p> +Mary was called away and she drew herself into +her sofa corner; the two long rooms were crowded; +bright colors were flashing before her eyes, the +buzz and hum of merry talk filled her ears; a +black silk in contrast with a gray or blue cashmere; +a white necktie, a head with drooping curls, +a low, fair forehead, a pair of square shoulders in +broadcloth, an open mouth with fine teeth, sloping +shoulders of gray silk, a slender waist of brown, a +coat-sleeve with cuff and onyx cuff-button, a small +hand with a diamond on the first finger, and dark +marks of needle-pricks on the tip of the same finger, +a pearl ear-ring in a red, homely ear;—Tessa’s +eyes saw them all, as well as the rounded chin, the +fretful lip, the humorous lines at the corner of the +eye, the manner that was frank and the manner +that was intended to be, the lips that were speaking +truth and the lips that were dissembling, the +eyes that were contented and the eyes that were +missing something—a word, perhaps, or a little attention, +the eyes that brightened when some one +approached, the eyes that dropped because some +one was talking nonsense to some one else;—it was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_317'></a>317</span> +a rest to dwell upon these things and forget that +Dr. Lake was suffering and Sue frightened. +</p> +<p> +The gentlemen’s faces she did not scan; it was +fair, matured women like Mrs. Towne and Miss +Jewett, and sprightly, sweet girls like Nan Gerard +that she loved. +</p> +<p> +Dr. Towne was hedged in a corner, behind a +chair, conversing or seeming to converse with a +gentleman; he was not a lady’s man, he could not +be himself in the presence of a third or fourth +person, that is himself, socially; he could be himself +professionally under the gaze of the multitude. +Tessa smiled, thinking how uncomfortable he must +be and how he must wish himself at home. Was +he longing for his leisure at Old Place, where, as a +society man, nothing was expected of him? Did +he regret that he had come out “into the world”? +Was the old life in his “den” with his book a +dream that he would fain dream again? Perhaps +that book that had loomed up before her as containing +the wisdom of the ages was not such a +grand affair after all? Who had ever thought so +beside herself? Who had ever worshipped him as +hero and saint beside herself? He was not looking +like either, just now, for his face was flushed with +the heat of the room and he was standing in a +cramped position. +</p> +<p> +“The bear is in his corner growling,” said Nan +Gerard bending over her. “How ungracious he +can be when he wills. Sometimes he is positively +rude to me.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_318'></a>318</span> +</p> +<p> +“Is there but one bear?” +</p> +<p> +“You know well enough whom I mean. I expect +that Mrs. Lake is mad enough because she +couldn’t come! How prettily she makes up; I +have seen her when she really looked elegant. +Homely girls have a way of looking prettier than +the pretty ones. How grave you are! You don’t +like my nonsense, do you?” +</p> +<p> +“I was thinking of poor Sue.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh yes; sad, isn’t it? She’ll be married in less +than two years, if he dies, see if she isn’t. I can’t +understand what her attraction is! She has a thousand +little airs, perhaps that is it. I am to sleep +with you to-night. May I?” +</p> +<p> +“Thank you,” said Tessa warmly, “I am very +glad.” +</p> +<p> +“There, the bear is looking at us. He’ll be over +here; now I’ll go over to the piano and see if I can +make him follow me; I’ve had great fun doing that +before now—<em>you</em> don’t do such things;” Nan shook +her curls back with a pretty movement, threw a +grave, alluring glance across the heads, and through +the lights at the bear, then moved demurely away. +</p> +<p> +The color touched his eyes; he looked amused +and provoked; Tessa saw it while her eyes were +busy with the lady in the chair near him; would +he follow her? Mr. Hammerton returned. +</p> +<p> + “‘Why, William, on that old gray stone,<br /> + Thus for the length of a half a day,<br /> + Why, William, sit you thus alone,<br /> + And dream the time away?’<br /> +</p> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_319'></a>319</span></div> +<p> +Only six ladies have found their way to you in the +last half hour; with what sorcery do you draw them +towards you? Tessa,” speaking in a grave tone, +“it’s a beautiful thing for a woman to be attractive +to women!” +</p> +<p> +“It is a very happy thing.” +</p> +<p> +“Will you go to supper with me or do you prefer +to sit on the old gray stone? You once liked +to go with me to get rid of poor Harrison; is there +any one that you wish to rid yourself of now? In +these extremities I am at your service.” +</p> +<p> +“Are you taking me to rid yourself of a pertinacious +maiden?” +</p> +<p> +“No, the girls do not trouble me; I wish they +would; if Naughty Nan would only run after me, +now—there! there goes Towne; <em>he’s</em> after her, I +know.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa enjoyed the roguish, demure eyes with +which she made room for him at her side, and +flashed back a congratulation in return for the +little nod of triumph which Nan telegraphed to +her. +</p> +<p> +“You are in league, you two; I can see that with +my short-sighted eyes; say, you and he were prime +friends once, weren’t you?” +</p> +<p> +“We are now.” +</p> +<p> +“Humph! as they say in books! Why don’t <em>you</em> +bring him with your eyes, then?” +</p> +<p> +“What for?” she asked innocently. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, because he has money; he is a moral and +respectable young man, also.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_320'></a>320</span> +</p> +<p> +“You are something of a phrenologist; tell me +what he is.” +</p> +<p> +“I will not. You will be thinking about him +instead of about me.” +</p> +<p> +“I will be thinking of your deep knowledge +of human nature, of your unrivalled penetration. +Don’t you know that a woman likes to hear one +man talk about another?” +</p> +<p> +“But you would not take my opinion, nevertheless.” +</p> +<p> +“True; I prefer my own unless yours confirm +mine. Tell me, please, what is he!” +</p> +<p> +“I have never given him five minutes’ thought.” +</p> +<p> +“You know his face; look away from him and +think.” +</p> +<p> +“He isn’t a genius; but he has brains,” replied +Mr. Hammerton slowly; “he is very quiet, as quiet +as any man you know; he is very gentle, his manner +is perfection in a sick room—and nowhere else, +I fancy—” +</p> +<p> +“That’s too bad.” +</p> +<p> +“Remember that I do not know him; I am speaking +as a phrenologist; I have never been introduced +to him. He does not understand human nature, he +could live a year under the roof with you or +me, particularly you, and not feel acquainted with +you; he is shy of women, he never knows whether +they are talking sense or nonsense; he is not a +lady’s man in the least, you may drop your handkerchief +and stoop for it, he would never know it.” +</p> +<p> +“Neither would you.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_321'></a>321</span> +</p> +<p> +“He can keep a secret, that he can do to perfection. +Tell him that you are in love with him +and he will never, never tell! He is no musician. +Naughty Nan may break her wrists and the keys +of the piano, they will not unlock his ears or his +heart; he is not fluent in conversation, he states a +fact briefly, he answers a question exactly, he has +no more to say; but he is a good listener, he does +not forget; he is sympathetic, but he does not show +it particularly, very few would think that he has +any heart at all; I will wager that not two people +in the world know him, understand, or can easily +approach him; his temper is even, but when he <em>is</em> +angry ‘beware the fury of a patient man!’ He +likes to see things orderly; he seldom raises his +voice; he is exceedingly deliberate, and while he +<em>is</em> deliberating he would do or leave undone many +things that he would afterward regret. He will +rush into matrimony, or he will be in love for +years before he knows it; his temperament is bilious. +Now, Lady Blue, have I described a hero fit +for a modern romance?” +</p> +<p> +“No, only a commonplace man. All you have +said is literally true.” +</p> +<p> +“He is a <em>good</em> man,” said Mr. Hammerton, emphatically. +“I mean, good as men go, in these days. +Naughty Nan is to be congratulated. Do you not +think so?” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps,” said Tessa doubtfully. +</p> +<p> +“I believe that he is planning an attack on the +citadel under my charge; I will move off, and give +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_322'></a>322</span> +him an opportunity; I want to talk to the Professor.” +</p> +<p> +How many years ago was it since Felix had attended +one of Mary Sherwood’s little parties? Not +more than three or four; she remembered how he +used to hear her voice in its lightest speaking, how +soon he became aware whenever she changed her +position; how many times she had raised her eyes +to meet his with their fixed, intense gaze; how his +eyes would glitter and what a set look would stiffen +his lips. And oh, how she had teased him in +those days by refusing his eagerly proffered attentions +and accepting Gus Hammerton in the matter-of-fact +fashion in which he had suggested himself +as ever at her service! In all the years she could +remember these two, Gus, helpful and friendly, not +in the least lover-like (she could as easily imagine +the bell on the old Academy a lover), and Felix, +poor Felix,—he would always be “poor Felix” now,—with +his burning jealousy and intrusive affection. +</p> +<p> +Was he asleep now, or awake and in pain? Was +he lying alone thinking of what he might have +been but for his own undisciplined eagerness, not +daring to look into the future nights and days, +that would be like these, only more helpless, more +terrible? +</p> +<p> +The talk and laughter ran on, her cheeks were +hot, her head weary; she longed for a cool pillow +and a dark chamber; some one was speaking, she +lifted her eyes to reply. +</p> +<p> +“Miss Tessa, my mother misses you every hour.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_323'></a>323</span> +</p> +<p> +“I am very sorry. There is room on my sofa, will +you sit down?” +</p> +<p> +“No. I was too hasty in our last conversation,” +bending so low that his breath touched her hair, +“I come to ask you to reconsider; will you?” +</p> +<p> +“Do you want such an answer as that would +be?” +</p> +<p> +“That is what I do want; then you will be sure, +so sure that you will never change—” +</p> +<p> +“I am not changeable.” +</p> +<p> +“I think you are; in six months I will come to +you again, when shall it be?” +</p> +<p> +“So long! If you care, the suspense will be very +hard for you. I do not like to hurt you so.” +</p> +<p> +“I prefer the six months.” +</p> +<p> +“Well,” speaking in her ordinary tone, “do not +come to me, wherever I may be—we may both be +in the next world by that time—” +</p> +<p> +“We shall not be so much changed as to forget, +shall we?” +</p> +<p> +“Or not to care? I will write you a letter on +the first day of June; I will mail it before ten +o’clock.” +</p> +<p> +She laid her hand in his; he held it a moment, +neither speaking. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, you <em>are</em> here,” cried a voice. +</p> +<p> +And she was talking the wildest nonsense in two +minutes, with her eyes and cheeks aflame. +</p> +<p> +At half past one the last guests had departed; +Mary paused in a description of somebody’s dress +and asked Tessa if she would like to go to bed. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_324'></a>324</span> +</p> +<p> +“I have always wished to get near to you,” +said Nan, leading the way up-stairs. “I knew +that there was a place in your heart for me to +creep into.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa had a way of falling in love with girls; +that night she fell in love with Nan Gerard; sitting +on the carpet close to the register in a white +skirt and crimson breakfast sacque, bending forward +with her arms clasping her knees, she told Tessa the +story of her life. +</p> +<p> +Tessa was seated on the bed, still in the black +silk she had worn, with a white shawl of Shetland +wool thrown around her; she had taken the hair-pins +out of the hair and the long braid was brought +forward and laid across her bosom reaching far below +her waist. +</p> +<p> +She braided and unbraided the ends of it as Nan +talked about last winter and Dr. Towne. +</p> +<p> +“I like to talk to you; I can trust you, I wouldn’t +be afraid to tell you any thing; I can not trust Mary, +she exaggerates fearfully. I don’t mind telling <em>you</em> +that I came near falling in love with that handsome +black bear; it was only skin deep however; +I think that I have lost my attraction for him, +whatever it was; I never do take falling in love +hard; why, some girls take it as a matter of life +and death; I think the reason must be that I can +never love any one as I loved Robert. He was a +saint. Yes, he was; you needn’t look incredulous! +I am not sentimental, I am practical and I intend +to marry some day. People call me a flirt, perhaps +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_325'></a>325</span> +I am, but my fun is very innocent and most +delightful. +</p> +<p> +“I know this: Ralph Towne would not like me if +I were the only girl in existence; he wants some +one who can think as well as talk; you wouldn’t +guess it to hear <em>him</em> talk, would you? +</p> +<p> +“Did you ever see a man who could not talk some +kind of nonsense? There’s Gus Hammerton, can’t +he talk splendid nonsense? Some of his nonsense +is too deep for me. +</p> +<p> +“Now, I’ve been trying an experiment with Dr. +Towne, he is such an old bear that I thought it +would do no harm; I made up my mind to see if +it were possible for a marriageable woman to treat +a marriageable man as if he were another woman! +I don’t know about it though,” she added ruefully. +</p> +<p> +“Has it failed?” +</p> +<p> +“I think it has—rather. He does not understand—” +</p> +<p> +“No man would understand.” +</p> +<p> +“I would understand if he would treat me as if +I were Nathan instead of Nan; what grand, good +friends we could be!” +</p> +<p> +“I am glad that you can see that it has failed. +How do you detect the failure?” +</p> +<p> +“I have eyes. I know. His mother does not +understand either. I think that I shall begin to +be more—” +</p> +<p> +“Maidenly?” +</p> +<p> +Nan colored. “Was I unmaidenly? I have resolved +never to ask him to take me anywhere again; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_326'></a>326</span> +I have made him no end of pretty things, I will do +it no more. I would not like to have him lose his +respect for me.” +</p> +<p> +“It usually costs something to try an experiment; +I am glad that yours has cost you no more.” +</p> +<p> +“So am I, heartily glad. My next shall be of a +different nature. Did you never try an experiment?” +</p> +<p> +“Not of that kind; I tried an experiment once of +believing every thing that somebody said, and acting +upon it, as if it meant what it would have +meant to me.” +</p> +<p> +“And you came to grief?” +</p> +<p> +“I thought so, at first. Life <em>is</em> a long story, isn’t +it?” +</p> +<p> +“It’s an interesting one to me. I kept a journal +about <em>my</em> experiment; I’ll read it to you, shall I?” +</p> +<p> +“I would like it ever so much if you like <em>me</em> well +enough to do it.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course I do,” springing up. “And after I +read it to you, you shall write the ‘final’ for +me.” +</p> +<p> +In the top drawer of the bureau, she fumbled +among neckties, pocket-handkerchiefs, and a collection +of odds and ends, and at last, brought out a +small, soft-covered, thin book with edges of gilt. +</p> +<p> +“I named it ‘Nan’s Experiment,’” she said seriously, +reseating herself near the register. “If you +wish to listen in comfort, draw that rocker close to +me, and take off your boots and heat your feet. +If you are in a comfortable position, you will be +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_327'></a>327</span> +in a more merciful frame of mind to judge my +misdoings.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa obeyed, and leaned back in the cushioned +chair, braiding and unbraiding her hair as she +listened. +</p> +<p> +The journal opened with an account of the journey +by train to St. Louis. The description of her +escort was enthusiastic and girlish in the extreme. +</p> +<p> +“Is it nonsense?” the reader asked. +</p> +<p> +“Even if it were, I haven’t travelled so far away +from those days that I can not understand.” +</p> +<p> +She read with more confidence. +</p> +<p> +Ralph Towne would have been pleased with the +intentness of Tessa’s eyes and the softening of her +lips. +</p> +<p> +“You <em>dear</em> Naughty Nan,” cried Tessa, as the +book fell from the reader’s hands. +</p> +<p> +“Then you do not blame me so much?” +</p> +<p> +“It is only a mistake. Who does not make a +mistake? It sounds rather more than skin-deep, +though.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I had to throw in a little agony to make it +interesting. I don’t want him to think—” +</p> +<p> +“What he thinks is the price you pay for your +experiment.” +</p> +<p> +“Now write a last sentence, and I’ll keep it forever; +the names are all fictitious; no one can understand +it; I’ll find a pencil.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa held the pencil a moment. Nan on her +knees watched her. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_328'></a>328</span> +</p> +<p> +“Something that I shall remember all my life—whenever +I do a foolish thing—if I ever <em>do</em> again.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you know Jean Ingelow?” +</p> +<p> +“She is the one Professor Towne reads from?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes. I will write some words of hers.” +</p> +<p> +The pencil wrote, and Nan, on her knees, read it +word by word. +</p> +<p> + “I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover,<br /> + While dear hands are laid on my head;<br /> + ‘The child is a woman, the book may close over,<br /> + For all the lessons are said.’<br /> + <br/> + “I wait for my story—the birds can not sing it,<br /> + Not one as he sits on the tree;<br /> + The bells can not ring it, but long years, O bring it!<br /> + Such as I wish it to be.”<br /> +</p> +<p> +“Thank you, very much. You write a fine hand. +‘Such as I wish it to be?’ No one’s story is ever +that—do you think it ever is?” +</p> +<p> +“We will do our best to make ours such as we +wish it to be.” +</p> +<p> +“Professor Towne is to have a private class in +elocution after the holidays, and I’m going to join. +He says that I will make a reader. I wish that you +would join too.” +</p> +<p> +“I wish I might, but I shall not be at home; I +am to spend a part of the winter away.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, are you? Just as I have found you. But +you promise to write to me?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I will write to you; I beg of you not to +try any experiments with me,” she added laughing. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t be afraid,” said Nan, seriously. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_329'></a>329</span> +</p> +<p> +“I wish you would make a friend of Miss Jewett; +you will be glad of it as long as you live.” +</p> +<p> +“I am doing it; but I don’t want <em>you</em> to go away.” +</p> +<p> +“I shall come back some day, childie.” +</p> +<p> +Nan moved nearer, still on her knees, drew Tessa’s +cheek down to her lips,—her warm, saucy, loving +lips,—saying, “My counsellor.” +</p> +<p> +Dr. Greyson’s house stood opposite. Tessa went +to the window to see if the light were still burning +in Sue’s chamber; Sue had forgotten to drop the curtains; +the room was well-lighted; Sue was standing +in the centre of the room holding something in her +hand; Tessa saw Dr. Greyson enter and Sue moved +away. +</p> +<p> +She lay in bed wide awake watching the light. +</p> +<p> +“Good-by, Mystic; you and I will have our talk +another day.” +</p> +<p> +The tears dropped slowly on the pillow. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_330'></a>330</span><a name='ch21' id='ch21'></a>XXI.—THROUGH.</h2> +<p> +The snow-flakes were very large, they fell leisurely, +melting almost as soon as they touched Tessa’s +flower bed; she was sitting at one of the sitting-room +windows writing. She wrote, as it is +said that all ladies do, upon her lap, her desk being +a large blank book; her inkstand stood upon +the window-sill; the cane-seated chair in front of +her served several purposes, one of them being a +foot-rest; upon the chair were piled “Roget’s Thesaurus +of English Words and Phrases,” “Recreations +of a Country Parson,” a Bible, the current +numbers of the <em>Living Age</em> and <em>Harper’s Magazine</em>, +and George Macdonald’s latest book. +</p> +<p> +Her wrapper was in two shades of brown, the +ruffle at her throat was fastened by a knot of blue +velvet; in one brown pocket were a lead pencil, a +letter from an editor, who had recently published +a work upon which he had been busy twenty years +and had thereby become so famous that the letter +in her pocket was an event in her life, especially +as it began: “My dear Miss Tessa, I like your letter +and I like you.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_331'></a>331</span> +</p> +<p> +Her father was very proud of that letter. +</p> +<p> +In the other brown pocket were a tangle of pink +cord, a half yard of tatting, and a shuttle, and—what +Tessa had read and reread—three full sheets +of mercantile note from Miss Sarepta Towne. +</p> +<p> +Dinah was seated at another window embroidering +moss roses upon black velvet; the black velvet +looked as if it might mean a slipper for a good-sized +foot. There was a secret in the eyes that +were intent upon the roses; the secret that was +hidden in many pairs of eyes—brown, blue, hazel—in +Dunellen in these days before Christmas. +</p> +<p> +There was not even the hint of a secret in the +eyes that were opening “Thesaurus” and looking +for a synonym for <em>Information</em>. +</p> +<p> +“Poor Tessa!” almost sighed happy Dinah, “she +has to plod through manuscript and books, and +doesn’t know half how nice it is to make slippers.” +</p> +<p> +Poor Tessa closed her book just then and looked +out into the falling snow. +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps we shall hear that he’s dead to-day,” +said Dinah, brushing a white thread off the velvet. +“I have expected to hear that every day for a +week.” +</p> +<p> +“But you said that he talked real bright last +week.” +</p> +<p> +“So Sue said. I have not seen him. He knows +that I have called, that is enough; I do not want +to see him, I know that my face would distress +him.” +</p> +<p> +“Poor fellow,” said Dine, compassionately, “how +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_332'></a>332</span> +he used to talk! The stories that he has told in +this room. Oh, Tessa, I can’t be thankful enough +for every thing! To think that John should get +such a good position in the Dunellen school! How +things work around; he would not have had it but +for Mr. Lewis Gesner! John and I are going there +to spend the evening next week; Miss Gesner asked +him to bring me. And oh, Tessa, <em>do</em> you think that +Gus takes it much to heart?” +</p> +<p> +“If I did not know I should not think that he +had any thing to take to heart!” +</p> +<p> +“I suppose his heart bleeds in secret,” said Dinah +pensively. “Well, it isn’t <em>my</em> fault. You don’t +blame me.” +</p> +<p> +“I never blame any one.” +</p> +<p> +“Father and mother are very polite to John.” +</p> +<p> +“They are never rude to any one.” +</p> +<p> +“Say, Tessa, are you glad about me, or sorry?” +</p> +<p> +“Am I not always glad about you?” +</p> +<p> +“Well, about John?” +</p> +<p> +“I like John; he is a good boy; but you can not +expect me not to be disappointed about Gus!” +</p> +<p> +“You think that Gus is every thing.” +</p> +<p> +“I think that he is <em>enough</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps—perhaps—” but Dinah became confused +and dared not finish. +</p> +<p> +Tessa felt her thought. Perhaps—but what a +queer perhaps; who could imagine it? +</p> +<p> +The sharp Faber scribbled upon waste paper for +some minutes; it scribbled dates and initials and +names, and then “Such as I wish it to be.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_333'></a>333</span> +</p> +<p> +“There goes Dr. Towne,” said Dinah. +</p> +<p> +Tessa lifted her head in time for a bow. Then +she scribbled, “A nightingale made a mistake.” +</p> +<p> +The letter in her pocket had closed thus: “You +have the faculty of impressing truth in a very +pleasant manner; your characters are spirited, your +incidents savor of freshness, your style is rather +abrupt however, it will be well to consider that.” +</p> +<p> +A busy life, busy in the things that she loved +best, was her ideal of happiness. +</p> +<p> +She scribbled—“Dec. 15. Dinah making roses. +Miss Towne wishing for me. Is any one else? +What do I wish? My naughty heart, be reasonable, +be just, be sure, do not take a thing that you +<em>want</em>, just because you want it.” +</p> +<p> +Dinah was wondering how Tessa’s face <em>could</em> look +so peaceful when she was not engaged nor likely to +be. Tessa was at peace, she was at rest concerning +Dr. Lake. Before the storm was over, he would be +glad that he had been born into a life upon the +earth. In this hour—while Dine was working her +roses and Tessa scribbling, while the snow-flakes +were melting on Dr. Towne’s overcoat and Nan +Gerard was studying “The Songs of Seven” to +read to the Professor that evening—Sue and her +husband were alone in Sue’s chamber. +</p> +<p> +“Sue, I haven’t heard you sing to-day.” +</p> +<p> +“How can I sing, Gerald, when you are so sick?” +</p> +<p> +“Am I so sick? Do you know that I am?” +</p> +<p> +“I think I ought to know; don’t I see how father +looks? and didn’t Dr. Towne say that he would +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_334'></a>334</span> +come and stay with you to-night? Are not people +very sick when they have a consultation?” +</p> +<p> +“Sometimes. What are you doing over there?” +</p> +<p> +“It is time for your powder; you must sleep, +they all say so. Will you try to go to sleep after +you take this?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, if you will sing to me.” +</p> +<p> +He raised himself on his elbow and took the +spoon from her hand. “You have been a good +wife to me, Susan.” +</p> +<p> +“Of course I have. Isn’t that what I promised. +There, you spilled some; how weak your fingers +are! you are like a baby. I don’t like babies.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t say that,” falling back upon the pillow. +“I want you to be womanly, dear, and true women +love babies.” +</p> +<p> +“They are such a bother.” +</p> +<p> +“So are husbands.” +</p> +<p> +“When you get well, you will not be a bother! +Can’t you talk any louder?” +</p> +<p> +“Sit down close to me. How long have I been +sick?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I don’t know! The nights and days are +just alike.” +</p> +<p> +“I expect that you are worn out. We will go to +sleep together. I wish we could.” +</p> +<p> +“You mustn’t talk, you must go to sleep.” +</p> +<p> +“Say, Susan,” catching her hand in both his, +“are you glad you married me?” +</p> +<p> +“Of course I am glad; that is, I shall be when +you get well.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_335'></a>335</span> +</p> +<p> +“You wouldn’t like a feeble husband dragging +on you all your days, would you?” +</p> +<p> +“No, I <em>wouldn’t</em>. Who would? Would you like +a feeble wife dragging on <em>you</em> all your days?” +</p> +<p> +“I would like <em>you</em>, sick or well.” +</p> +<p> +“I knew you would say that. You and Tessa +and Dr. Towne are sentimental. What do you +think he said to me last night. ‘Be very gentle +and careful with him, do not even speak loud.’” +</p> +<p> +“He is very kind.” +</p> +<p> +“As if I <em>wouldn’t</em> be gentle!” +</p> +<p> +“Bring your chair close and sing.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t feel like singing; this room is dark and +hot, and I am sleepy.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, never mind.” +</p> +<p> +She pushed a chair close to the low bed and sat +down; he took her hand and held it between his +flushed hot hands. “God bless you forever, and +ever, my darling wife!” +</p> +<p> +“That’s too solemn,” said Sue in an awed voice; +“don’t say such things; I shall believe that you +are going to die, if you do. Do go to sleep, that’s +a good boy.” +</p> +<p> +He laid his finger on his wrist keeping it there a +full minute. +</p> +<p> +“Are you stronger?” she asked eagerly. “Father +will not say when I ask him and Dr. Towne +only looked at me.” +</p> +<p> +He lifted her hand to his lips and smiled. +</p> +<p> +“Now sing.” +</p> +<p> +“What shall I sing?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_336'></a>336</span> +</p> +<p> +“Any thing. Every thing. ‘Jesus, lover of my +soul.’ I always liked that.” +</p> +<p> +The clear, strong voice trembled nervously over +the first words; she was afraid, but she did not +know what she was afraid of; his eyelids drooped, +he kept tight hold of her hand. +</p> +<p> +She sang the hymn through and then asked what +he would like next. +</p> +<p> +“I was almost dreaming. Sue is a pretty name, +so is Gerald; but I would not like my boy to be +named Gerald. Theodore means the <em>gift of God</em>; I +like that; Theodore or Theodora. If you ever name +a child, will you remember that?” +</p> +<p> +“I shall never name a child; I don’t like children +well enough to fuss over them. Now, what else?” +</p> +<p> +“‘Jerusalem the golden.’” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, you don’t want that! It’s too solemn. I +won’t sing it, I’ll sing something livelier. Don’t +you like ‘Who are these in bright array?’” +</p> +<p> +The eyelids drooped, he did not loosen his clasp, +and she sang on; once, when she paused, he whispered, +“Go on.” +</p> +<p> +The snow fell softly, melting on the window-sill, +the wood fire burnt low, she drew her hand away +and went to the stove to put in a stick of wood; +he did not stir, his hands were still half-clasped; +through the half-shut lids, his eyes shone dim and +dark. She was very weary; she laid her head +on the white counterpane near his hands and fell +asleep. Dr. Greyson entered, stood a moment near +the door and went out; Dr. Towne came to the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_337'></a>337</span> +threshold, his eyes filled as he stood, he closed the +door and went down-stairs; he opened the front +parlor door, thinking of the two as they stood +there together such a little time since, and thinking +of Tessa’s face as he saw it that morning. +“She will love him always if he leaves her now,” +he said to himself; “when she is old, she will look +back and grieve for him. Tessa would, but Sue—there’s +no reckoning upon her. Why are not all +women like Tessa and my mother?” +</p> +<p> +He drove homeward, thinking many thoughts; +of late, in the light of Tessa’s words, he could behold +himself as she beheld him; she would have +been satisfied, could she have known the depth of +his self-accusation; “No man but a fool could <em>be</em> +such a fool,” he had said to himself more than +once. “There is no chance that she will take me.” +</p> +<p> +Meanwhile Sue awoke from her heavy sleep; it +was growing colder, the snow was falling and not +melting, the room was quite dark. +</p> +<p> +“I have been asleep,” said Dr. Lake. +</p> +<p> +“And now you are better,” cried Sue, joyfully. +“I knew that you were moping and had the blues.” +</p> +<p> +Through that night and the next day, Miss Jewett +watched with Sue; before another morning +broke, Sue—poor widowed Sue!—was taken in +hysterics from the room. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_338'></a>338</span><a name='ch22' id='ch22'></a>XXII.—SEVERAL OTHER THINGS.</h2> +<p> +Tessa dropped the curtains, arranged the heavy +crimson folds, and lighted the gas. +</p> +<p> +“I shall do this many times in my imagination +before spring,” she said. “The curtains in my +room, Dine says, are Turkey red, and my gas will +be one tall sperm candle. Just about twilight you +will feel my ghost stealing in, the curtains will fall, +and invisible hands play among them, the jets will +start into light, and then the perfume of a kiss +will touch your forehead and hair. The perfume +shall be that of a pansy or a day-lily, as you prefer.” +</p> +<p> +“I would rather have your material lips; I am +not fond of ghostly visitants; I shall feel you always +beside me; I shall not forget you even in +my sleep.” +</p> +<p> +“You are too kind to me,” said Tessa, after a +moment, during which she had donned her brown +felt hat and buttoned her long brown cloth cloak. +The feeble old lady in the arm-chair flushed like a +girl under the gratitude of Tessa’s eyes; her eyes +filled slowly as Tessa came to her and kissed her. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_339'></a>339</span> +</p> +<p> +“I am very old womanish about you; it must be +because I am not strong; I would never let you go +away out of my presence if I could hinder it.” +</p> +<p> +“I want to stay with you; I am never happier +than I am in this room; but I must go; it is a +promise; and I must go to-morrow. Uncle Knox +will meet me at the train with a creaky old buggy +and a half-blind white horse; then we shall drive +six miles through a flat country with farm-houses +scattered here and there to a cunning little village +containing one church and one store and about +forty dwellings. Our destination is a small house +near the end of the principal street where live the +most devoted old couple in the world! Aunt Theresa +and Uncle Knox are a pair of lovers; it is +beautiful to see them together; it is worth travelling +across the continent; they never forget each +other for an instant, and yet they make no parade +of their affection; I am sure that they will both +die upon the same day of the same disease. Their +life is as lovely as a poem. I have often wondered +how they attained it, if it were perfect before +they were married or if it <em>grew</em>.” +</p> +<p> +She was standing under the chandelier buttoning +her gloves, with her earnest face towards the +lady in the arm-chair. +</p> +<p> +“It <em>grew</em>,” said a voice behind her. Dr. Towne +had entered unperceived by either. “Is that all?” +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t that enough?” she asked slightly flushing. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I think that it is enough; but I know that +it was born and not made. It did not become perfect +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_340'></a>340</span> +in a year and a day. See if your aunt hasn’t +had an experience that she will not tell you.” +</p> +<p> +“And my uncle?” she asked saucily. +</p> +<p> +“Men do not parade their experiences.” +</p> +<p> +“Providing they have any to parade,” she replied +lightly. “I’m afraid that I don’t believe in men’s +experiences.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t say that, my dear,” said Mrs. Towne anxiously. +</p> +<p> +“I will not,” Tessa answered, suddenly sobered, +“not until I forget Dr. Lake.” +</p> +<p> +“Am I to have the mournful pleasure of taking +you home, Miss Tessa? My carriage is at the door.” +</p> +<p> +“I have tried to persuade her to stay all the +evening,” said Mrs. Towne. +</p> +<p> +“I have an engagement. My encyclopedia is +coming to-night to talk over to me something that +I have been writing.” +</p> +<p> +“Is he your critic?” inquired Dr. Towne. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, and an excellent one, too. Don’t you +know that he knows every thing?” +</p> +<p> +“Then perhaps he can tell me something that I +want to know. Would it be safe to ask him?” +</p> +<p> +“If it is to be found in a book he can tell you,” +said Tessa seriously. +</p> +<p> +“It is not to be found in any poem that was ever +written or in any song that was ever sung.” +</p> +<p> +“Then it remains to be written?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; don’t you want to write it?” +</p> +<p> +“I must learn it by heart first; I can not write +what I have not learned.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_341'></a>341</span> +</p> +<p> +“Ralph, you shall not tease her,” interrupted his +mother, “she shall not do any thing that she does +not please.” +</p> +<p> +“Not even go into the country for three months +in winter,” he said. +</p> +<p> +“What will Sue do without you, Tessa?” asked +Mrs. Towne. +</p> +<p> +“I have been with her five days; she cried and +clung to me. I do not want to leave her, there are +so many reasons for me to stay and so few for me +to go. Miss Gesner came this afternoon and promised +to stay all night with her. She is a little +afraid of Miss Gesner; with Miss Jewett and me, +she cried and talked about him continually; the +poor girl is overwhelmed.” +</p> +<p> +“She will be overwhelmed again by and by,” +said Dr. Towne. +</p> +<p> +“Ralph! I never heard you say any thing so +harsh of any one before.” +</p> +<p> +“Is truth harsh?” he asked. +</p> +<p> +“If it be mild to-morrow, I will go to Sue; I will +take her down to Old Place for a month; she always +throve there.” +</p> +<p> +“She will be dancing and singing in a month,” +returned Dr. Towne. +</p> +<p> +“Well, let her!” +</p> +<p> +“But you must not be troubled, mother. I shall +make her promise not to talk to you and go into +hysterics.” +</p> +<p> +“My son, she is a widow.” +</p> +<p> +“‘And desolate,’” he quoted. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_342'></a>342</span> +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, will you write to me every week, child?” +</p> +<p> +“Every week,” promised Tessa, as she was drawn +into the motherly arms and kissed again and again. +</p> +<p> +Her own mother would not kiss her like that. +Was it her mother’s fault or her own? +</p> +<p> +As soon as they were seated in the carriage +and the robe tucked in around her, her companion +asked, “Shall we drive around the square? The +sun is hardly set and the air is as warm as autumn.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” she answered almost under her breath. +In a moment she spoke hurriedly, “Does your +mother think—does she know—” +</p> +<p> +“She is a woman,” he answered abruptly. +</p> +<p> +“I wish—oh, I wish—” she hesitated, then added—“that +she would not love me so much.” +</p> +<p> +“It <em>is</em> queer,” he said gravely. +</p> +<p> +They drove in silence through the town and +turned into the “mountain road”; after half a +mile, they were in the country with their faces +towards the glimmer of light that the sunset had +left. +</p> +<p> +“Miss Tessa, my mother believes in me.” +</p> +<p> +“I know that.” +</p> +<p> +“You do not weigh my words sufficiently. They +do not mean enough to you.” +</p> +<p> +“Is that so very strange?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, it is strange when I tell you that I know +I was a fool! When I tell you that I have repented +in dust and ashes. I did not understand +you, nor myself, a year ago—I am dull about understanding +people. I think that I am not quick +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_343'></a>343</span> +about any thing; I can not make a quick reply; I +have labored at my studies; I was not brilliant in +school or college; I am very slow, but I am very +<em>sure</em>. If you had been as slow as I, our friendship +would never have had its break; you were too +quick for me; but you understood me long before +I understood myself; I did not understand myself +until I was withdrawn from you. Do you believe +that?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I believe it. But you should have waited +until you <em>did</em> understand.” +</p> +<p> +“It is rather tough work for a man to confess +himself a fool.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa said nothing. +</p> +<p> +“I do not ask to be excused, I ask to be forgiven; +to be borne with. Will you be patient with +me?” +</p> +<p> +“I do not know how to be patient. I am too +quick. I have been very bitter and unjust towards +you; I judged you as if you were as quick as I am; +I have even wished you dead; it does not do for us +to be in a class together.” +</p> +<p> +“Not in the short run; we haven’t tried the long +run yet, and you are afraid to do that?” +</p> +<p> +“I suppose I am. I am afraid of something; I +think that I am afraid of myself.” +</p> +<p> +“If you are not afraid of me, I do not care what +you are afraid of.” +</p> +<p> +“I am not afraid of you—now.” +</p> +<p> +“Then if you do—reject me, it is because you are +not satisfied with your heart toward me?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_344'></a>344</span> +</p> +<p> +“Yes, that will be the reason,” she said slowly. +</p> +<p> +“And none other?” +</p> +<p> +“There is no reason in yourself; now that you +have seen how you were wrong; the reason will all +be in myself.” +</p> +<p> +“Are you coming any nearer to an understanding +with yourself?” he asked quietly. +</p> +<p> +He had spoken in this same tone to a patient, a +little child, not two hours since. +</p> +<p> +The tone touched her more deeply than the words. +</p> +<p> +“I do not know. I am trying not to reason. I +have worn myself out with reasoning. You are +very still, but I know that this time is terrible to +you; as terrible as last year was to me! Believe +me, I am not lightly keeping you in suspense. +Truly I can not decide. There is some hindrance; +I do not know what it is.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not wish to hurry you; you shall have a +year to decide if you prefer. It is very sudden to +you; you need time and quiet to recover from the +shock; you are very much shaken. You are not as +strong as you were two years ago. The strain has +been too great for you; when you have decided once +for all time and all eternity, your eyes will look as +they looked two years ago. All I ask you is be <em>sure</em> +of <em>yourself</em>! I promise not to trouble you for a year; +I am sorry to be troubling you now. Are you very +unhappy?” +</p> +<p> +She was trembling and almost crying. +</p> +<p> +“You shall not answer me, or think of answering +me until you are ready; I deserve to suffer; I +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_345'></a>345</span> +do not fear the issue of your self-analysis; when you +have recovered from the shock and can <em>feel</em> that you +have forgiven me, then you will know whether you +love me, whether you trust me. Will you write +to me?” +</p> +<p> +“No, sir.” +</p> +<p> +He laughed in spite of his vexation; she resented +the laugh; he was altogether too sure of his power. +</p> +<p> +“You must not be so sure,” she began. +</p> +<p> +“I shall be just as sure as—<em>you</em> please.” +</p> +<p> +“You think that I am very perplexing.” +</p> +<p> +“You are full of freaks and whims; you are a +Mystic. Dr. Lake truly named you. I used to +think you a bundle of impulses, and now I find you +sternly adhering to a principle. If your whim be +founded on principle, and I verily believe it is, I +honor you even when I am laughing at you.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t laugh at me; I am too miserable to bear +that. Be patient with me as if I were ill.” +</p> +<p> +“You are not strong enough to go from home. +If you do not feel well, will you write for me to +come and bring you home?” +</p> +<p> +“I am well enough.” +</p> +<p> +“Promise me, please.” +</p> +<p> +“I can not promise,” she answered decidedly. +</p> +<p> +They were neither of them in a mood for further +talk; she felt more at rest than she had felt for two +years; there was nothing to think of, nothing to be +hurried about; she had a whole year to be happy +in, and then—she would be happy then, too. As +for him—she could not see his face, for they had +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_346'></a>346</span> +turned into the cross-road, thickly wooded, that +opened into the clearing before the gates of Old +Place. +</p> +<p> +He spoke to his horse in his usual tone, “Gently, +Charlie.” He stooped to wrap the robe more +closely about her feet; as he raised himself, she +slipped her ungloved hand into his. “Don’t be +troubled about me, I will not be troubled; I will +not reason; but don’t be sure; perhaps when the +year is over I shall not be satisfied.” +</p> +<p> +“Then you must take another year.” +</p> +<p> +“You will not be so patient with me another +year; I shall not take another year.” +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, you are a goose; but you are a darling, +nevertheless.” +</p> +<p> +“You do not understand me,” she said, withdrawing +her hand. +</p> +<p> +“I am too humble to expect ever to do that. +You have never seen our home. Is it too late to +go over the place to-night?” +</p> +<p> +“I will go with your mother some time; she has +described every room to me.” +</p> +<p> +“Who is that fellow that you were engaged to?” +</p> +<p> +“He is not a fellow.” +</p> +<p> +“Who is he?” +</p> +<p> +“Felix Harrison.” +</p> +<p> +“Ah!” Then after a pause, “Tell me the whole +story.” +</p> +<p> +The whole story was not long; she began with his +school-boy love, speaking in short sentences, words +and tone becoming more intense as she went on +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_347'></a>347</span> +</p> +<p> +“I did not mean to be so wrong; but I was so +unhappy and he cared—” +</p> +<p> +“What shall I do without you all winter?” +</p> +<p> +“What have you done without me every winter?” +she asked merrily. +</p> +<p> +With an effort she drew herself away from the +arm that would have encircled her. Morbidly fearful +of making another mistake, she would not answer +his words or his tone. +</p> +<p> +“The witches get into me at night,” she said, +soberly, “and I say things that I may regret in +the sunlight.” +</p> +<p> +“It is not like you to regret speaking truth. +Remember, I do not exact any promise from you; +but if the time ever come that you know you love +me, I want you to tell me so.” +</p> +<p> +“I will.” +</p> +<p> +He drove up under the maple trees, before the +low iron fence, as he had done on the last night +of the old year; another old year was almost ended; +they stood holding each other’s hand, neither caring +to speak. +</p> +<p> +Ralph Towne would not have been himself, if he +had not bent and kissed her lips; and she would +not have been herself, had she not received it +gravely and gladly. After that it was not easy +to go in among the talkers and the lights; she +stood longer than a moment on the piazza, schooling +herself to bear scrutiny, to answer with unconcern; +still she felt dizzy and answered the first +questions rather at random. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_348'></a>348</span> +</p> +<p> +“Going around in the dark has set your wits to +wool-gathering,” said her mother. +</p> +<p> +“We waited tea,” said Dinah. +</p> +<p> +“You did not come alone, daughter?” asked her +father. +</p> +<p> +“No, sir. Dr. Towne brought me.” +</p> +<p> +“We are very hungry,” said Mr. Hammerton. +</p> +<p> +“We will talk over the book before chess, Gus, +if you please. I have some packing to do, and I +am very tired.” +</p> +<p> +“How is Sue?” inquired her mother. +</p> +<p> +“Very well.” +</p> +<p> +“Is she taking it hard?” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps. I do not know what hard is.” +</p> +<p> +“Is her mourning all ready?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes’m.” +</p> +<p> +“A young widow is a beautiful sight,” observed +Mrs. Wadsworth pathetically. +</p> +<p> +“Probably some one will think so,” said Mr. +Hammerton, speaking quickly to save Tessa from +replying. +</p> +<p> +“Take off your things, Tessa,” said Dinah. “I +want my supper.” +</p> +<p> +“It’s <em>his</em> night, isn’t it?” asked Mr. Hammerton, +teasingly; Dinah colored, looked confused, and ran +down-stairs to ring the tea-bell. +</p> +<p> +The door-bell clanged sharply through the house +as they were rising from the table. “I was young +myself once,” remarked Mr. Hammerton. +</p> +<p> +“I don’t believe it,” retorted Dinah, putting her +hands instinctively up to her hair. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_349'></a>349</span> +</p> +<p> +“You’ll do, run along,” laughed her father. +“Oh, how old I feel to see my little girls becoming +women.” +</p> +<p> +“I should think Tessa would feel old,” replied +Mrs. Wadsworth, significantly. +</p> +<p> +“I do,” said Tessa, rising. “Where is your criticism, +Mr. Critic; I have some packing to do to-night, +so you may cut me to pieces before chess.” +</p> +<p> +“No matter about chess,” said Mr. Wadsworth. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, it is; I will not be selfish.” +</p> +<p> +“Then run up and talk over your bookish talk, +mother and I will come up presently.” +</p> +<p> +The sitting-room was cozy and home-like, even +after the luxury of Mrs. Towne’s handsome apartment. +“I don’t want to go away,” sighed Tessa, +dropping into a chair near the round black-and-green +covered table. “Why can’t people stay at +home always?” +</p> +<p> +“Why indeed?” Mr. Hammerton moved a chair +to her side and seating himself carelessly threw an +arm over the back of her chair. +</p> +<p> +How many evenings they had read and studied +in this fashion, with Dine on a low stool, her curly +head in her sister’s lap. +</p> +<p> +“They will never come again.” +</p> +<p> +“What?” asked Tessa opening the long, yellow +envelope he had taken from his pocket. +</p> +<p> +“The old days when you and Dine and I will not +want any one else.” +</p> +<p> +“True; Dine has left us already.” +</p> +<p> +“But you and I are content without her!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_350'></a>350</span> +</p> +<p> +“Are we? I am not sure! Gus your penmanship +is perfect; when I am rich, you shall copy my +books.” +</p> +<p> +“How rich?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, rich enough to give you all you would ask,” +she answered thoughtlessly. “I expect that I shall +have to undergo a process as trying as vivisection; +but I will not flinch; it is good for me.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t read it now; save it for the solitude of +the country.” +</p> +<p> +“No, I am anxious to see it; you can be setting +up the chess-men; I don’t want to take you away +from father.” +</p> +<p> +With the color rising in his cheeks, he arose and +moved the chess-board nearer; standing before her, +he began slowly to arrange the pieces. The three +large sheets were closely written; she read slowly, +once breaking into a laugh and then knitting her +brows and drawing her lips together. +</p> +<p> +“Are you not pleased? Am I not just?” +</p> +<p> +“A critic is not a fault-finder, necessarily; you +are very plain. I will consider each sentence by +itself in my solitude; you are a great help to me, +Gus. I thank you very much. You have been a +help to me all my life.” +</p> +<p> +“I have tried to be,” he answered, taking up a +castle and turning it in his fingers. +</p> +<p> +“I will rewrite my book, remembering all your +suggestions.” +</p> +<p> +“You remember that Tennyson rewrote ‘Dora’ +four hundred and forty-five times, that Victor Hugo +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_351'></a>351</span> +declared that his six hundredth copy of ‘Thanatopsis’ +was his best, and that George Sand was +heard to say with tears in her eyes that she wished +she had rewritten ‘Adam Bede’ just once more +and you have read that Tom Brown Hughes—” +</p> +<p> +“Go away with your nonsense! I told Dr. Towne +that you were my critic and that you knew every +thing.” +</p> +<p> +“Do you tell him every thing?” he asked, letting +the castle fall upon the carpet. +</p> +<p> +“That isn’t every thing.” +</p> +<p> +“Will you play a game with me?” +</p> +<p> +“No, thank you. I am too tired for any thing +so tiresome.” +</p> +<p> +“You are ungrateful. Did I not teach you to +play?” +</p> +<p> +“You did not teach me to play when I am tired.” +</p> +<p> +“You have promised to write to me, haven’t +you?” he asked. +</p> +<p> +“No, I haven’t! If you only knew how many +I <em>have</em> promised; and Aunt Theresa has a basket +quilt cut out for me to make, sixty-four blocks! +How can you have the heart to suggest any thing +beside?” +</p> +<p> +“How many persons have you refused to write +to?” +</p> +<p> +“I just refused one.” +</p> +<p> +“Am I the only one you have refused?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, no,” slipping the folded sheets into the envelope, +“there is Mr. Gesner and Dr. Greyson and +Professor Towne and—” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_352'></a>352</span> +</p> +<p> +“Dr. Towne?” His uneasy fingers scattered +several pawns over the black-and-green covering. +</p> +<p> +“Yes, and Dr. Towne! And he was very good +about it, he only laughed.” +</p> +<p> +“Lady Blue, speak the truth.” +</p> +<p> +“About whom?” +</p> +<p> +“The latter. I am not concerned about the +others.” +</p> +<p> +“I told you the truth and you do not believe +me. Don’t you know that the truth is always funnier +than a fabrication?” +</p> +<p> +“If you ask me, perhaps I will come down and +stay over a Sunday with you.” +</p> +<p> +“Will you? Oh, I wish you would! I expect +to be homesick. Uncle Knox will be delighted to +have you to talk to.” +</p> +<p> +“I do not think that I shall travel fifty miles on +a cold night to talk to <em>him</em>.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I am sure that you will not to talk to +me.” +</p> +<p> +“You do not know what I would do for you.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I do. Any thing short of martyrdom. +Don’t you want to go in and see John Woodstock? +He is a pretty boy. There come father +and mother. You will excuse me if I do not make +my appearance again to-night; you know I have +been with Sue and I am so tired.” +</p> +<p> +“And you will not write to me?” +</p> +<p> +“What for? You may read Dine’s letters.” +</p> +<p> +“Tell me true, Tessa,” he answered catching both +her hands, “<em>did</em> you refuse to write to Dr. Towne?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_353'></a>353</span> +</p> +<p> +“Yes, I did.” +</p> +<p> +“Why, may I ask?” +</p> +<p> +“For the same reason that I refuse to write to +you—no, that is not quite true—” she added, “but +it is because I don’t want to write to either of you.” +</p> +<p> +“Have all these years given me the right to ask +you a question?” +</p> +<p> +He still held both hands. +</p> +<p> +She answered seriously, “Yes. You are all the +big brother I have.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I will not ask it,” dropping her hands +and turning away. +</p> +<p> +“Say good-by, then.” +</p> +<p> +“Good-by.” +</p> +<p> +“I have not said any thing to displease you, +have I?” +</p> +<p> +“You will not write to me?” +</p> +<p> +“No, I can’t. I would if I could. I will tell +you—then you will understand and not care—somebody—” +</p> +<p> +“What right has somebody—” +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Wadsworth entered laughing, Mr. Wadsworth +was close behind. +</p> +<p> +“Excuse me, sir; I can’t stay to play to-night. +Good night, Lady Blue. A pleasant visit and safe +return.” +</p> +<p> +An hour later Tessa was kneeling on the carpet +before her open trunk squeezing a roll of pencilled +manuscript into a corner. +</p> +<p> +A tap at the door was followed by a voice, +“Daughter, may I come in?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_354'></a>354</span> +</p> +<p> +“If you will not mind the confusion.” +</p> +<p> +He closed the door and seated himself on a chair +near the end of the trunk. +</p> +<p> +“There is a confusion somewhere that I <em>do</em> +mind,” he began nervously. +</p> +<p> +She looked up in surprise. “Why, father, is +there something that you don’t like? Don’t you +like it about Dine?” +</p> +<p> +“Daughter, if you are so blind that you will not +see, I must tell you. I like it well enough about +Dine, but I do not like it about <em>you</em>?” +</p> +<p> +Was it about Dr. Towne? How could he object +to him? For he could not be aware of <em>her</em> objection. +</p> +<p> +“I am afraid that you are teasing Gus rather too +much.” +</p> +<p> +“Teasing Gus! I never really teased him in my +life. We have never quarrelled even once.” +</p> +<p> +“I thought that women were quick about such +things, but you are as blind as a bat.” +</p> +<p> +“Such things?” She was making room for a +glove box, a pretty one of Russia leather that Gus +had given her. “He never cares for what I say!” +</p> +<p> +“How do you know that?” +</p> +<p> +“How do I know?” she repeated in perplexity, +making space in a corner while she considered her +reply. “Don’t <em>you</em> know why he can not be teased +by what I say and do?” +</p> +<p> +“I know this—he has asked me if he may marry +you some day.” +</p> +<p> +“<em>Me!</em> You mean Dine. You can’t mean me. I +know it is Dine.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_355'></a>355</span> +</p> +<p> +“Oh, child,” laughing heartily, “why should I +mean Dine? Why should it not be you?” +</p> +<p> +“It must be Dine,” she said positively. “Didn’t +he say Dine?” +</p> +<p> +“Am I in my dotage?” +</p> +<p> +“Couldn’t you misunderstand?” +</p> +<p> +“No, I could not. What is the matter with you, +to-night? You act as if you were bewildered.” +</p> +<p> +“So I am.” +</p> +<p> +“One evening, on the piazza, was it in May or +June? I was not well and I said so to him; and +he answered by telling me that he had always +thought of you, that he had grown up hoping to +marry you. Dine! Am I blind? Have I been +blind these ten years?” +</p> +<p> +“Didn’t he say any thing about Dine?” +</p> +<p> +“We spoke of her, of course. I would not tell +you, but I see how you are playing with him; he +will not intrude himself. O, Tessa, for a bright girl, +you are very stupid.” +</p> +<p> +“I am not bright; I am stupid.” +</p> +<p> +“This sisterly love is all very well, but a man +can not bear to have it carried too far. He is pure +gold, daughter; he is worthy of a princess. Now +don’t worry; you haven’t done any harm. Go to +bed and go to sleep; you have had too much worry +this last week.” +</p> +<p> +“I know it must be Dine.” +</p> +<p> +“If you did not look half sick, I would be +angry with you. I thought women were quick +witted.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_356'></a>356</span> +</p> +<p> +“I suppose some are,” she said slowly. “He will +never ask me, never.” +</p> +<p> +“Why not?” he asked sharply. +</p> +<p> +“Because—because—” +</p> +<p> +“Because you haven’t thought of it. If you do +not like any one—and I don’t see how you can—you +don’t, do you?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t—know.” +</p> +<p> +“There! There, dear, don’t cry! Go to sleep +and forget it.” +</p> +<p> +“I thought it was Dine. I have always thought +that it was Dine.” +</p> +<p> +“Well, good night. Don’t throw away the best +man in the world. I have known him ever since +he wore dresses, and he is worthy—even of you. +Put out your light and go to sleep. Don’t give +him a heartache.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, I won’t, I won’t—if I can help it!” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t have any whims. There, child, don’t cry! +Kiss me and go to sleep.” +</p> +<p> +She did not cry; she was stunned and bewildered; +it was too dreadful to be true; even if she did love +Ralph Towne she would not love him if it would +make unhappy this friend and helper of all her life! +This new friend should not come between them to +make him miserable. Even if the old dream about +Ralph Towne <em>could</em> come true, she would not accept +his love at the cost of Gus Hammerton’s happiness. +Was he not her right arm? Was he not her right +eye? She had never missed him because he had +always lived in her life; he was as much a part of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_357'></a>357</span> +her home as her father and Dine; she would give +up any thing rather than hurt him. Had she not +suffered with him when she thought that he was +unhappy about Dine? She had loved him so much +that she had never thought of loving him; she had +been so proud that he had loved Dine. Was it his +influence that had kept her from loving Felix Harrison? +Was he the hindrance that was coming +between her and Dr. Towne? Was she troubled +because she could not honor and trust Dr. Towne +as she had unconsciously honored and trusted this +old, old friend? If the illusion about Ralph Towne +had never been dispelled, she would not have discovered +that Gus Hammerton was “pure gold” as +her father had said. They were both miserable to-night +because of her—and she had permitted one +of them to kiss her. Ralph Towne had left her +once to fight out her battle alone—he had not +been the shadow of a rock in her weary land—she +could think of this now away from the fascination +of his presence; but, present or absent, there +was no doubt, no reasoning about the old friend; +he had been tried, he was steadfast and true. True, +she had forgiven Ralph Towne; but her forgiveness +had not wrought any change in him. He was the +Ralph Towne of a year ago, with this difference +that now he loved her. Had his love for her +wrought any change in him? Was he not himself? +Would he not always be himself? Was she +satisfied with him if she could feel the need of +change? +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_358'></a>358</span> +</p> +<p> +A year ago would she have reasoned thus? +Where love is, is there need of reasoning to prove +its existence, its depth or its power of continuance? +She knew that she loved God; she knew that she +loved her father. If she loved Ralph Towne, why +did she not know that, also? +</p> +<p> +Why must she reason? Why might she not +<em>know</em>? She did not know that she loved him. Did +she know that she did <em>not</em> love him? Wearied even +to exhaustion, her head drooped until it touched the +soft pile in the open trunk; there were no tears, not +a sound moved her lips; she was very glad that she +was going away. +</p> +<p> +If she might tell Gus, would he not talk it over +to her and make it plain? It would not be the +first matter in which he had taught her to discern +between the wrong and the right. Was there a +wrong and a right in this choosing? +</p> +<p> +The large tears gathered and fell. +</p> +<p> +Ralph Towne could not help her; he would say +caressingly, “Love me, and end the matter.” In +her extremity he was not a helper. Would he ever +be in any extremity of hers? +</p> +<p> +The tears fell for very weariness and bewilderment. +What beside was there to shed tears about? +She was so weary that she had forgotten. +</p> +<p> +A laugh in the hall below; the sound of a scuffle, +another laugh, and the closing of the street +door. +</p> +<p> +Those two children! +</p> +<p> +Dinah burst into the room, still laughing. “Why, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_359'></a>359</span> +Tessa! All through! You look as if you wanted +to pack yourself up, too,” she cried in a breezy voice. +“The candle is almost burnt down.” +</p> +<p> +“No matter. Don’t get another.” +</p> +<p> +“Your voice sounds as if you were sick. Mother +has been expecting you to be too sick to go.” +</p> +<p> +“I shall not be sick,” rising, and dropping the +lid of her trunk. “Tell me about the night you +overheard Gus talking to father on the piazza.” +</p> +<p> +“I did tell you, didn’t I? He did not mind because +John came tonight; didn’t you hear him +tease me? About that night? Oh, I was asleep, +and they were on the piazza; of course I don’t +know how long they had been talking, nor what +suggested it, but I heard him say,—really I’ve forgotten +just what, it was so long ago,—but father +said that he was so glad and happy about it, or it +meant that. I suppose I may have missed some +of it. Poor old Gus said that he knew I did not +care for any one else. Isn’t it touching? Poor +fellow! And I didn’t then. I never should if I +hadn’t gone away and found John. Lucky for me, +wasn’t it? Gus never looked at me as he did at +you tonight, anyway; I guess he’s transferring.” +</p> +<p> +Long after midnight Tessa fell asleep; her last +thought shaping itself thus: +</p> +<p> +“I can not reason myself into loving or not loving, +any more than I can reason the sun into shining +or not shining.” +</p> +<p> +On her way to the train the next morning, she +mailed a letter addressed— +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_360'></a>360</span> +</p> +<p> + <em>“Ralph Towne, M. D.,<br /> + City.”</em><br /> +</p> +<p> +Her tender, passionate, truth-loving, bewildered +heart had poured itself out in these words: +</p> +<hr class='tb' /> +<p> +“I am so afraid of leading you to think something +that is not true; something that I may have +to contradict in the future. When I am with you, +I forget every thing but you; when I am alone, my +heart rises up and warns me that I may be making +another mistake, that I only <em>think</em> I love you because +I want to so much, and that I should only +worry you with my caprices and doubts if I should +marry you. You have been very patient with me, +but you might lose your patience if I should try it +too far. I <em>will</em> not marry you until I am <em>sure</em>; I +must know of a certainty that I love you with the +love that hopes, endures, that can suffer long and +still is kind. You do not know me, I am hard and +proud; when I went down into the Valley of Humiliation +because of believing that you loved me when +you did not, I was not gentle and sweet and forgiving—I +was hard and bitter; I hated you almost +as much as I had loved you. Now I must think it +all through and live through all those days, the +days when I loved you and the days when I hated +you, before I can understand myself. I could marry +you and we could live a life of surface peace and +satisfaction, and you might be satisfied in me and +with me; but if <em>I</em> felt the need of loving you more +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_361'></a>361</span> +than I did love you, my life would be bondage. If +the pride and hardness and unforgivingness may +be taken away and I <em>may</em> love you and believe in +you as I did that day that you brought me the +English violets, I shall be as happy—no, a thousand +times happier than I was then. But you must +not hope for that; it is not <em>natural</em>; it may be that +of grace such changes are wrought, but grace is +long in working in proud hearts. You are not +bound to me by any word that you have spoken; +find some one gentle and loving who will love you +for what you are and for what you will be.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_362'></a>362</span><a name='ch23' id='ch23'></a>XXIII.—WHAT SHE MEANT.</h2> +<p> +In the weeks that followed, Tessa learned to the +full the meaning of <em>homesickness</em>. No kindness could +have exceeded the kindness that she hourly received +from uncle and aunt and from the inmates of the +cottage over the way; still every night, or rather +early every morning, she fell asleep with tears upon +her cheeks; she longed for her father, her mother, +for Dine and Gus, for Miss Jewett, for Nan Gerard, +and even poor, grief-stricken Sue; for Mrs. Towne’s +dear face and dear hands she longed inexpressibly, +and she longed with a longing to which she would +give no sympathy for another presence, an unobtrusive +presence that would not push its way, a +presence with the aroma of humility, gentleness, +and a shy love that persisted with a persistence +that neither the darkness of night nor the light of +day could dispel. +</p> +<p> +Lying alone in the darkness in the strange, low +room, with a fading glow upon the hearth that +lent an air of unreality to the old-fashioned furniture, +she congratulated herself upon having been +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_363'></a>363</span> +brave and true, of having withheld from her lips a +draught for which she had so long and so despairingly +thirsted; she had been so brave and true that +she must needs be strong, wherefore then was she +so weak? Sometimes for hours she would lie in perfect +quiet thinking of Mr. Hammerton; but thinking +of him as calmly as she thought about her father. +There was no intensity in her love for him, no +thrill, save that of gratitude for his years of brotherly +watchfulness; she would have been proud of +him had he married Dine; his friendship was a distinction +that she had worn for years as her rarest +ornament; he was her intellect, as her father was +her conscience, but to give up all the others for +him, to love him above father, mother, sister—to +give up forever the hope of loving Ralph Towne +some day—she shuddered and covered her face +with her hands there alone in the dark. Cheery +enough she was through the days, sewing for Aunt +Theresa and falling into her happiest talk of books +and people, thoughts and things, reading aloud to +Uncle Knox, and every evening reading aloud the +pages of manuscript that she had written that day, +and every afternoon, laying aside work or writing, +to run across to the cottage for a couple of hours +with Miss Sarepta. +</p> +<p> +Miss Sarepta at her window in her wheelchair +watched all day the black, brown, or blue figure at +her writing or sewing, and when the hour came, +saw the pencils dropped into the box, the leaves +of manuscript gathered, the figure rise and toss +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_364'></a>364</span> +out its arms with a weary motion; then, in a few +moments the figure with a bright shawl over its +head would run down the path, stand a moment +at the gate to look up and down and all around, +and then, with the air of a child out of school, run +across the street and sometimes around the garden +before she brought her bright face into the +watcher’s cosy, little world. +</p> +<p> +Miss Sarepta’s mother described Tessa as “bright, +wide awake, and ready for the next thing.” +</p> +<p> +Miss Sarepta told Tessa that while knowing that +good things were laid up for her, she had no thought +that such a good thing as Tessa Wadsworth was +laid up for this winter’s enjoyment and employment. +</p> +<p> +It may be that the strain of the day’s living +added to the feverishness of the night’s yearnings; +for when darkness fell and the wind sounded +in the sitting-room chimney, her heart sank, her +hands grew cold, her throat ached with repressed +tears, and when she could no longer bear it, the +daily paper having been read aloud and a letter or +two written, she would take her candle and bid the +old people as cheery a good night as her lips could +utter and hasten up-stairs to her fire on the hearth +to reperuse her letters and to dream waking dreams +of what might be, and when the fire burned low to +lie awake in the darkness, till, spent in flesh and in +spirit, she would fall asleep. +</p> +<p> +At the beginning of the third week, she took +herself to hand; with a figurative and merciless +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_365'></a>365</span> +gripe upon each shoulder she thus addressed herself: +“Now, Tessa Wadsworth, you and I have +had enough of this; we have had enough of freaks +and whims for one lifetime; you are to behave +and go to sleep.” +</p> +<p> +Behaving and going to sleep took until midnight +with the first attempt, and she dreamed of +Dr. Lake and awoke crying. Was Sue crying, too? +Sue had loved her husband, his influence would +color all her life, she might yet become her ideal +of a woman; <em>womanly</em>. Sue’s hand had been in +his life; had not his hand with a firmer grasp tightened +around her life? +</p> +<p> +Tessa did not forget to be metaphysical even at +midnight with the tears of a dream on her eyelashes. +</p> +<p> +Was every one she loved asleep, or had some one +dreamed of her and awoke to think of her? +</p> +<p> +“God bless every one I love,” she murmured, +“and every one who loves me.” +</p> +<p> +The next night by sheer force of will she was +asleep before the clock struck eleven, and did not +dream of home or once awake until Hilda, the +Swedish servant, passed her door at dawn. +</p> +<p> +Her letters through this time were radiant, of +course. Mrs. Towne only, with her perfect understanding +of Tessa, detected the homesickness, or +heartsickness. Tessa was wading in deep waters; +she did not need her, else she would have come to +her. She had learned that it was her characteristic +to fight out her battles alone. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_366'></a>366</span> +</p> +<p> +Had Ralph any thing to do with this? He had +suddenly grown graver, not more silent; in the +morning his eyes would have a sleepless look, the +sunshine seemed utterly gone from them; once he +said, apropos of nothing, after a long fit of abstraction: +“It is right for a man to pay for being a +fool and a knave, but it comes terribly hard.” +</p> +<p> +“I suppose it must,” she had replied, “until he +learns how God forgives.” +</p> +<p> +In her next letter to Tessa, Mrs. Towne had written, +“Do you know how God forgives?” and Tessa +had replied, “You and I seem to be thinking the +same thought nowadays, and nowanights, for last +night it came to me that loving <em>enough</em> to forgive +is the love that makes Him so happy.” +</p> +<p> +This letter was the only one of all written that +winter that Mrs. Towne showed to her son. It was +not returned to her. Months afterward he showed +it to Tessa, saying that that thought was more to +him than all the sermons to which he had ever listened. +“Because you didn’t know how to listen,” +she answered saucily, adding in a reverent tone, “I +did not understand it until I <em>lived</em> it.” +</p> +<p> +The letter had been written with burning cheeks; +if he might read it, she would be glad; it would reveal +something that she did not dare tell him herself; +but she had no hope that he would see it. +</p> +<p> +“Tessa is not so bright as she was,” observed +Miss Sarepta’s mother, “she’s more settled down; +I guess that she has found out what she means; it +takes a deal of time for young women to do that.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_367'></a>367</span><a name='ch24' id='ch24'></a>XXIV.—SHUT IN.</h2> +<p> +It was a trial to Sarepta Towne that the sun did +not rise and set in the west, for in that case her +bay window would have been perfect. +</p> +<p> +Dinah had named this window “summer time:” +on each side ivy was climbing in profusion; on the +right side stood a fuchsia six feet in height; opposite +this an oleander was bursting into bloom; a +rose geranium and a pot of sweet clover were +placed on brackets and were Tessa’s special favorites; +one hanging basket from which trailed Wandering +Jew was filled with oxalis in bloom, another +was but a mass of graceful and shining greens. +</p> +<p> +In the centre of the window on a low table stood +a Ward’s case; into this Dinah had never grown tired +of looking; Professor Towne had constructed it on +his last visit at home, and one of the pleasures +of it to Miss Sarepta had consisted in the talks +they had while planning it together. Among its +ferns, mosses, berries, and trailing arbutus they had +formed a grotto of shells and bits of rocks; the floor +was bits of looking-glass; tufts of eye-bright were +mingled with the mosses and were now in bloom, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_368'></a>368</span> +and Miss Sarepta was sure that the trailing arbutus +would flower before Tessa could bring it home to +her from the woods. +</p> +<p> +“This room is full of Philip and Cousin Ralph,” +Sarepta had said; “his picture is but one of the +things in it and in this house to remind me of +Cousin Ralph.” +</p> +<p> +“Sarepta breathes Philip,” her mother replied. +</p> +<p> +“We are twin spirits like Blaise and Jacqueline +Pascal. Do you know about them, Tessa?” +</p> +<p> +“I know that he was a monk and she a nun.” +</p> +<p> +“That is like me, and not like Philip,” said Miss +Sarepta; “he shall not be a monk because I am +a nun!” +</p> +<p> +“His wife will be jealous enough of you, though,” +said Mrs. Towne; “not a mail comes that he does not +send you something. How would she like that?” +</p> +<p> +“Philip could not love any one that would come +between us. Tessa, do you admire my brother as +much as I wish you to do?” +</p> +<p> +“I admire him exceedingly,” said Tessa, looking +up from her twenty-fifth block of the basket quilt; +“he is my ideal. I knew that I had found my ideal +as soon as I saw him; I did not wait to hear him +speak.” +</p> +<p> +And that he was her ideal she became more and +more assured, for in February he spent a week at +home and she had opportunity to study him at all +hours and in any hour of the day. He had lost his +fancied resemblance to Dr. Towne, or <em>she</em> had lost +it in thinking of him as only himself. The long +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_369'></a>369</span> +talks, during which she sat, at Miss Sarepta’s side, +on a foot cushion, work in hand, the basket blocks, +or some more fanciful work for Miss Sarepta, she +remembered afterward as one of the times in her +life in which she <em>grew</em>. She told Miss Sarepta that +she and her brother were like the men and women +that St. Paul in his Epistles sent his love to. “He +ought to marry a saint like Madame Guyon; I think +that it would be easier to revere him as a saint than +to marry him. I can’t imagine any woman forgiving +him, or loving him because he <em>needs</em> her love; +he stands so far above me, I could never think of +him as at my side and sometimes saying, ‘Help me, +Tessa,’ or, ‘What do <em>you</em> think?’” +</p> +<p> +“Now we know your ideal of marriage,” laughed +Mrs. Towne. “Philip is a good boy, but he sometimes +needs looking after.” +</p> +<p> +“Stockings and shirt buttons!” +</p> +<p> +“And other things, too. He is forgetful, and +he’s rather careless. How much he is taken up +with that reading class!” +</p> +<p> +“In a monkish way,” smiled Miss Sarepta. “He +was full of enthusiasm about Ralph, too, mother.” +</p> +<p> +“How is it, Miss Tessa, do you admire Dr. Towne +as much as you do St. Philip?” inquired the old +lady with good-humored sarcasm. +</p> +<p> +“He is not a saint,” said Tessa, “he needs looking +after in several matters besides stockings and +shirt buttons.” +</p> +<p> +“Philip talks about him! What is it that he +says he is, Sarepta?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_370'></a>370</span> +</p> +<p> +“In his profession just what he expected that +he would be,—quick, quiet, gentle, sympathetic, +patient, persevering; he has thrown himself into +it heart and soul. Philip used to wonder if he +would ever find his vocation; his life always had +a promise of good things—” +</p> +<p> +“But he was slow about it; not quick like Philip; +he should have begun practice ten years ago. What +has he been doing all this time?” +</p> +<p> +“We can see the fruit of his doing, mother; it +does not much matter as to the doing itself. Don’t +you know that six years are given to the perfecting +even of a beetle?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know about beetles and things; I know +that I used to think that my boy would outstrip +Lydia’s boy.” +</p> +<p> +“Mother! mother!” laughed Sarepta, “you mind +earthly things. I shall never run a race with anybody. +Can’t you be a little proud of me?” +</p> +<p> +Sarepta Towne had her brother’s eyes, but her +hair was brighter, with not one silver thread among +its short curls; her fair, fresh face was certainly ten +years younger than his. In summer her wrappers +were of white; in winter she kept herself a bird in +gay plumage; always the singing-bird, in white or +crimson. When Philip Towne said “My sister,” +his voice and eyes said “My saint.” +</p> +<p> +Once, after a silence, Tessa asked about her +“Shut-ins.” “How did it come into your heart +at first?” +</p> +<p> +“It is a long story; first tell me what your heart +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_371'></a>371</span> +has been about. It has been painting your eyes +darker and darker.” +</p> +<p> +“It is a very foolish heart then; it was only repeating +something that I learned once and did not +then understand. I do not know that I can say it +correctly, but it is like this: +</p> +<p> + “‘God’s generous in giving, say I,<br /> + And the thing which he gives, I deny<br /> + That He ever can take back again.<br /> + He gives what He gives: be content.<br /> + He resumes nothing given; be sure.<br /> + God lend? where the usurers lent<br /> + In His temple, indignant He went<br /> + And scourged away all those impure.<br /> + He lends not, but gives to the end,<br /> + As He loves to the end. If it seem<br /> + That He draws back a gift, comprehend<br /> + ’Tis to add to it rather, amend<br /> + And finish it up to your dream.’”<br /> +</p> +<p> +“Well?” said Miss Sarepta. +</p> +<p> +“Once,—a long time ago, it seems now,—He +gave me something; it was love for somebody; +and then He took it—or I let it go, because it was +too much trouble to keep it; I did not like His gift, +it hurt too much; I was glad to let it go, and yet I +missed it so; I was not worthy such a perfect gift +as a love that could be hurt in loving; I could love +as I loved all beauty and goodness and truth, but +when I found that love must hold on and endure, +must hope and believe, must suffer shame and loss, +I gave it up. God was generous in giving; He +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_372'></a>372</span> +gave me all I could receive, and when He would +have given me more, I shrank away from His giving +and said, ‘It hurts too much. I am too proud +to take love or give love if I must be made humble +first. I wanted to give like a queen, not stooping +from my full height, and I wanted to give to a +king: instead, I was asked to give—just like any +common mortal to another common mortal, and +that after we had misinterpreted and misunderstood +each other, and I had written hard things +of him all over my heart, and what he had thought +me, nobody knows but himself! And now I think, +if I will, that I may have the love again finished +up to my dream; finished above any thing that I +knew how to ask or think, and it is altogether too +good and perfect a gift for me; so good that I can +not keep it, I must needs give it away.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa had told her story with quickened breath, +not once lifting the eyes that were growing darker +and darker. +</p> +<p> +Miss Sarepta’s “thank you” held all the appreciation +that Tessa wished. +</p> +<p> +“And now,” after another silence, for these two +loved silences together, “you want to know about +my dear Shut-ins. Philip named them from the +words, ‘And the Lord shut him in.’ It began one +day when I was sitting alone thinking! I am often +sitting alone thinking; but this day I was thinking +sad thoughts about my useless, idle life, and I had +planned my life to be such a busy life. There was +nothing that I could do to help along; I had to sit +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_373'></a>373</span> +still and be helped; and I shouldn’t wonder if I cried +a little. That was five years ago, we were living +in the city then; in the middle of my bemoanings +and my tears, I spied the postman crossing the +street. How Philip laughed when I told him that +I loved that postman better than any man in all +the world! That day he brought me several lovely +things: one of them a book from Cousin Ralph, and +a letter from Aunt Lydia; that letter is the beginning +of my story. She told me about a little invalid +that she had found and suggested that I should +write one of my charming letters to her. Of course +you know that I write charming letters! So I wiped +away my naughty tears and wrote the charming letter! +In a few days, my hero, the postman, brought +the reply. That was my first Shut-in letter. Bring +me the album, I will show you Susie.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa brought it and Miss Sarepta opened it on +her lap to an intelligent, serious, sweet face. +</p> +<p> +“She has not taken a step for many years; she +is among the youngest of many children; her great +love is love for children, she teaches daily thirteen +little ones. The one thing in her life that strikes +me is her <em>faithfulness</em>. There is nothing too little +for her to be faithful in. One of her great longings +used to be for letters; oh, if the postman +would only bring her a letter! For a year or two +I wrote every week, the longest, brightest, most +every-day letters I could think of. And one day +it came to me that if <em>we</em> had such a good time together, +why should we not find some other to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_374'></a>374</span> +whom a letter or a book would be as a breath of +fresh air. I pondered the matter for a month or +two, but I couldn’t advertise for an invalid, and +none of my friends knew of any. One morning I +glanced through a religious paper, and tossed it +aside, then something moved me to pick it up +again, and there she was! The one I sought! +That was Elsie. Look at her pale, patient face. +For fourteen years she has lived in one room. +And hasn’t she the brightest, most grateful, happiest +heart that ever beat in a frail body or a strong +one? Her poems are graceful little things; I will +show you some of them. She had been praying six +months for a helpful friend, when she received my +first letter. Her letters are gems. You shall read +a pile of them. And she had a Shut-in friend, to +whom I must write, of course. She is Mabel. I +have no picture of her. When she was well, they +called her the laughing girl; she has lain eleven +years in bed!” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, dear me!” sighed Tessa. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t sigh, child. She writes in pencil as she +can not lift her head. I call her my sunbeam. +She often dates her letters ‘In my Corner.’ So another +year went on with my three Shut-ins. I forgot +to cry about my folded hands and useless life. +One day it came into my mind to write a sketch +and call it, ‘Our Shut-in Society’; to write all about +Mabel and Elsie and Sue, and send it to the paper +in which I had found Elsie’s first article. +</p> +<p> +“And that sketch! How it was read! I received letters +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_375'></a>375</span> +from north, south, east, and west concerning +it. Was there really such a society, and +were there such happy people as Mabel, Elsie, and +Susie? One who had not spoken aloud for fourteen +years would love to write to them; another +who had locked her school-room door one summer +day, and come home to rest, had been forced to rest +through eight long years, and was so lonely, with +her sisters married and away; another, quite an old +man, who had lain for six years in the loft of an +old log-cabin, was eager for a word or a paper. +How his letter touched us all! ‘The others have +letters, but when the mail comes naught comes to +me,’ he wrote. But you will be tired of hearing +my long story; you shall see their letters; you must +see Delle’s letters; she sits all day in a wheelchair, +and has no hope of ever taking a step; she has a +mother and a little boy; the brightest little boy! +Her poems have appeared in some of our best periodicals; +we are something beside a band of sufferers, +Miss Tessa; some of us are literary! My +most precious letters are from Elizabeth; her fiftieth +birthday came not long since; for ten years +her home has been in one room; she has written a +book that the Shut-ins cry over. +</p> +<p> +“And oh, we have a prisoner! A Shut-in shut +up in state’s prison. A young man with an innocent, +boyish face; he ran away from home when he +was a child and ran into state’s prison because no +one cared what became of him. His letters are +unaffected and grateful; he does want to be a good +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_376'></a>376</span> +boy! Thirty-six are on my list now; I would find +more if I had strength to write more; some of them +have more and some less than I; many of them +have Shut-ins that I know nothing about. We +remember each other on holidays and birthdays! +The things that postmen and country mail-carriers +have in their mail-bags are funny to see: flower +seeds, bits of fancy work, photographs, pictures, +any thing and every thing! +</p> +<p> +“They all look forward to mail-time through the +night and through the day. +</p> +<p> +“And, speaking humanly, my share in it, all I +receive and the little I give, came out of my self-bemoanings +and tears; my longing to be a helper +in some small way! +</p> +<p> +“Now if you want to help me, you may cut some +blocks of patch-work for me. One of the Shut-ins +is making a quilt to leave as a memorial to her +daughter, and I want to send my contribution +to the mail to-night; and you may direct several +papers for me, and cover that book, ‘Thoughts for +Weary Hours.’ I press you into my service, you +see.” +</p> +<p> +“Miss Sarepta, I am ashamed.” +</p> +<p> +“Shame is an evidence of something; go on.” +</p> +<p> +“I am ashamed that I am such a dreamer.” +</p> +<p> +“Philip says that you are a dreamer.” +</p> +<p> +“I care for my writing.” +</p> +<p> +“Mowers work while they whet their scythes,” +quoted Miss Sarepta. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_377'></a>377</span><a name='ch25' id='ch25'></a>XXV.—BLUE MYRTLE.</h2> +<p> +In March, Tessa found myrtle in bloom, and took +a handful of the blue blossoms mingled with sprays +of the green leaves to Miss Sarepta. +</p> +<p> +“Spring has come,” she said dropping them on +the open book in Miss Sarepta’s lap. +</p> +<p> +“If spring has come, then I must lose you.” +</p> +<p> +“Every hand that I know in Dunellen is beckoning +me homewards; my winter’s work is done.” +</p> +<p> +That evening—it was the sixth of March, that +date ever afterward was associated with blue myrtle +and Nan Gerard—she was sitting at the table +writing letters; in the same chair and at the same +place at the table where Dinah had written her +letter about Gus and her wonderful John; Aunt +Theresa was knitting this evening also, and Uncle +Knox was asleep in a chintz-covered wooden rocker +with the big cat asleep on his knees. +</p> +<p> +She had written a letter to Mabel and one to +Elsie, lively descriptive letters, making a picture of +Miss Sarepta’s book-lined, picture-decorated, flower-scented +room and a picture of Miss Sarepta, also +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_378'></a>378</span> +touching lightly upon her own breezy out-of-door +life with its hard work and its beautiful hopes. +The third letter was a sheet to Mrs. Towne; the +sentence in ending was one that Mrs. Towne had +been eagerly and anxiously expecting all through +the winter: “My ring reminds me of my promise; +a promise that I shall keep some day, perhaps.” +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, are you unhappy, child?” asked Aunt +Theresa with a knitting needle between her lips. +</p> +<p> +“Unhappy! Why, auntie, what am I doing?” +</p> +<p> +The tall lamp with its white china shade stood +between them. Aunt Theresa took the knitting +needle from its place of safety and counted fourteen +stitches before she replied. +</p> +<p> +“Sighing! When young people sigh, something +must ail them. What do <em>you</em> have to be miserable +about?” +</p> +<p> +“I am not miserable.” +</p> +<p> +“Tell me, what are you miserable about?” +</p> +<p> +“Sometimes—I am not satisfied—that is all.” +</p> +<p> +“I should think that that was enough. What +are you dissatisfied about? Haven’t you enough +to eat and to drink and clothes enough to wear? +Haven’t you a good father and mother who wouldn’t +see you want for any thing? What is it that you +haven’t enough of, pray?” +</p> +<p> +“I do not know that I am wishing for any thing—to night. +I am learning to wait.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, you are! You are wishing for something +that isn’t in this world, I know.” +</p> +<p> +“Then I’ll find it in heaven.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_379'></a>379</span> +</p> +<p> +“People don’t sigh after heaven as a usual thing. +You read too many books, that’s what’s the matter +with you. Reading too many books affects different +people in different ways; I’ve seen a good deal +of girls’ reading.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s pen was scribbling initials on a half sheet +of paper. +</p> +<p> +“I know the symptoms. Some girls when they +read love-stories become dissatisfied with their +looks; they look into the glass and worry over +their freckles or their dark skins, or their big +mouths or turn-up noses; they fuss over their +waists and try to squeeze them slim and slender, +and they cripple themselves squeezing their number +four feet into number two shoes. But you are +not that kind. And some girls despise their fathers +and mothers because they can’t speak grammar +and pronounce long words, and because they +say ‘care’ for carry and ‘empt’ for empty! And +they despise their homes and their plain, substantial +furniture. But you are not that kind +either. Your face is well enough, and your father +and mother are well enough, and your home +is well enough.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa was scribbling Dunellen, then she wrote +R. T. and Nan Gerard. +</p> +<p> +“And you are not sighing for a lordly lover,” +continued Aunt Theresa, with increasing energy +“You don’t want him to wear a cloak or carry a +sword. Your trouble is different! You read a +higher grade of love-stories, about men that are +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_380'></a>380</span> +honorable and true, who would die before they +would tell a lie or say any thing that isn’t so. +They are as gentle as zephyrs; they would walk +over eggs and not crack them; they are always +thinking of something new and startling and deep +that it can’t enter a woman’s mind to conceive, and +their faces have different expressions enough in +one minute to wear one ordinary set of muscles +out; and they never think of themselves, they +would burn up and not know it, because they +were keeping a fly off of somebody else; they are +so high and mighty and simple and noble that an +angel might take pattern by them. And that is +what troubles you. You read about such fine fellows +and shut the book and step out into life and +break your heart because the real, mannish man, +who is usually as good as human nature and all +the grace he has got will help him be, isn’t so perfect +and noble as this perfect man that somebody +has made out of his head. You can’t be satisfied +with a real human man who thinks about himself +and does wrong when it is too hard to do right, +even if he comes on his bended knees and says he’s +sorry and that he’ll never do such a thing again. +You want to love somebody that you are proud of; +you are too proud to love somebody that is as weak +as you are. And so you can’t be satisfied at all! +Why <em>must</em> you be satisfied?” +</p> +<p> +“Why should I not be?” +</p> +<p> +“For the best reason in the world; to be satisfied +in any man, in his love for you and in your love for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_381'></a>381</span> +him, would be—do you know what it would be? +It would be idolatry.” +</p> +<p> +Aunt Theresa’s attention was given to her knitting; +she did not see the shining of Tessa’s eyes. +</p> +<p> +“Be satisfied with God, child, and take all the +happiness you can get.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s pen was making tremulous capitals. +</p> +<p> +“Be satisfied <em>with</em>, if you can, but not <em>in</em>, some +good man who stumbles to-day and stands straight +to-morrow; I fought it out on that line once, and so +I know all about it.” +</p> +<p> +This then was the experience that Dr. Towne +had said that she must ask for; had he guessed +that it would be altogether on his side? +</p> +<p> +This was it, and this was all. Uncle Knox’s old +eyes had a look for his old wife that they never +held for any other living thing, and as for Aunt +Theresa, how often had Tessa thought, “I want to +grow old and love somebody the way you do.” +</p> +<p> +<em>Might</em> she be satisfied with God and love Ralph +Towne all she wanted to? +</p> +<p> +“Why, Theresa,” exclaimed Uncle Knox, opening +his eyes and staring at his wife, “I haven’t +heard you talk so much sentiment for thirty years.” +</p> +<p> +“And you will not in another thirty years. But +Tessa was in a tangle—I know eggs when I see the +shells—and I had to help her out.” +</p> +<p> +A tap at the window brought Tessa to her feet. +A neighbor had brought the mail; she took the +papers and letters with a most cordial “thank you” +and came to the table with both hands full. The +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_382'></a>382</span> +papers she opened and glanced through; the letters +she took up-stairs to read. The business-looking +envelope she opened first; she read it once, twice, +then gave an exclamation of delight. Oh, how +pleased her father would be! Her manuscript +had given such perfect satisfaction that, although +written for pictures, the pictures would be discarded +and new ones made to illustrate her story. +Gus would congratulate her, and Miss Jewett; this +appreciation by the publisher was the crown that +the winter’s work would always wear for her. With +a long breath, she sighed, “Oh, what a blessed winter +this has been to me!” +</p> +<p> +The long, white envelope was from Mrs. Towne, +the chocolate from Sue, the cream-colored from Dinah, +the pale blue from Miss Jewett, the pink from +Nan Gerard, and the square white from Laura Harrison. +Mr. Hammerton had not once written; a +kind message through her father or Dinah was +all evidence he had given of remembrance. Mrs. +Towne’s letter was opened before the others. What +would Dine or Miss Jewett or Laura think of this? +The faint perfume was the lady herself, so real was +her presence that Tessa felt her arms about her as +she read. +</p> +<p> +“Sue does not come to me as often as in the winter,” +she wrote; “the Gesners, one and all, are proving +themselves more alluring. Miss Gesner will +be a good friend to her. If you could hear her +laugh and talk, you would think of her as Sue +Greyson and never as the widowed Mrs. Lake. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_383'></a>383</span> +She is Dr. Lake’s widow, certainly she is not his +wife. Ralph growls about it in his kind way, but +I think that he did not expect any thing deeper +from her. Nan Gerard was with me all day yesterday; +she was as sweet and shy as a wild flower. +Nan’s heart is awake. Am I a silly old woman? +I dream of you every night. I would be a washer-woman +and live in Gesner’s Row, if I might have +you for my daughter, never to leave me. Now I +<em>am</em> a silly old woman and I will go to bed.” +</p> +<p> +The perfumed sheet was passed to the reader’s +lips before the next envelope was torn open. +</p> +<p> +Dinah’s letter was a sheet of foolscap; it was +written as a diary. +</p> +<p> +The first entry was merely an account of attending +a concert with John; the second stated in a few +strong words the failure of a bank. Old Mr. Hammerton +had lost a large amount of money and had +had a stroke of paralysis. +</p> +<p> +The third contained the history of a call from Sue; +how tall and elegant she looked in her rich mourning, +and how she had talked about her courtship +and marriage all the time. +</p> +<p> +The fourth day their father had had an attack of +pain, but it had not lasted as long as usual. +</p> +<p> +The last page was filled in Dine’s eager, story-telling +style: +</p> +<p> +“Just to think, Tessa, now I know the end of +my romance. It was dark last night just before +tea, and I went into the front hall for something +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_384'></a>384</span> +that I wanted to get out of the hat-stand drawer. +The sitting-room door stood slightly ajar; I did not +know that Gus was with father until I heard his +voice. I did not listen, truly I did not; after I +heard the first sentence I didn’t dare stir for fear +of making my presence known. I moved off as +easily and swiftly as I could, but I heard every +word as plainly as if I had been in the room. It +is queer that I should overhear the beginning and +the ending of poor Gus’s only romance, isn’t it? +I heard him say, ‘Every thing is changed in my +plans; father is left with nothing but his good +name, my mother is aged and feeble, my sister is +a widow with a child; <em>her</em> money is gone, too. I +am the sole support of four people. I could not +marry, even if I desired to do so. And since I +have definitely learned that she does not think of +me, and never has thought of me, and that she +thinks of some one else, the bachelor’s life will be +no great hardship.’ +</p> +<p> +“I had got to the parlor door by that time, so, +of course, I never can know father’s answer. But +isn’t it dreadful? I suppose that he is over the disappointment, +for his voice sounded as cool as usual; +too cold, I thought. I should have liked him better +if he had been in a flutter. I shall never tell +any body but John. Poor old, wise old, dear old +Gus! He will pursue the even tenor of his unmarried way, +and no one will ever guess that he has +had a romance. Perhaps Felix Harrison has had +one, too. Perhaps every body has.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_385'></a>385</span> +</p> +<p> +So it <em>was</em> Dinah, after all. And she had fought +her long, hard fights all for nothing. +</p> +<p> +It <em>was</em> Dine, and now her father would understand; +he would not think her blind and stupid; he +would not be disappointed that she had not chosen +his choice! +</p> +<p> +And that it was herself that Gus Hammerton +had loved, the wife of John Woodstock always +believed. And that it was herself, Tessa never +knew; for not knowing that he had stood at the +window that night that Dr. Towne had brought +her home, and witnessed their parting at the gate, +how could she divine that “definitely learned that +she does not think of me,” had referred to her? +</p> +<p> +Mr. Wadsworth had listened in utter bewilderment, +recalling Tessa’s repeated declaration that it +was Dinah. “I <em>am</em> in my dotage,” he thought; +“for I certainly understood that he said Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +“My wish was with your wish,” he said. +</p> +<p> +“She will be better satisfied,” Mr. Hammerton +answered in his most abrupt tone. “He is +a fine man; I can understand his attraction for +her.” +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Wadsworth entered at that instant and the +conversation was too fraught with pain to both +ever to be resumed; therefore it fell out that Mr. +Hammerton was the only one in the world who +ever knew, beyond a perhaps, which of the sisters +he had asked of the father. +</p> +<p> +That Tessa had not been influenced by his importunate +and mistaken urging, was one of the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_386'></a>386</span> +things that her father was thankful for to the end +of his days. +</p> +<p> +“Poor Gus! The dear, brave boy,” sighed Tessa +over her letter. “And my worry has only been to +reveal to me that I can not reason myself into loving +or not loving.” +</p> +<p> +A paragraph in Nan Gerard’s letter was dwelt +long upon; then the daintily written pink sheet +dropped from her fingers and she sat bending forward +looking into the glowing brands until the +lights were out down-stairs and Hilda’s heavy +step had passed her door. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, Naughty Nan!” she said rousing herself, “I +hope that you love him very, very much. Better +than I know how to do!” +</p> +<p> +The paragraph ran in this fashion: +</p> +<p> +“I have had a very pretty present; I really believe +that I like it better than any thing that Robert +ever gave me. It is a ring with an onyx: on +the stone is engraved two letters in monogram. +You shall guess them, my counsellor, and it will +not be hard when I whisper that one of them is T. +I am very happy and very good. ‘Nan’s Experiment’ +is burnt up and with it all my foolishness. +‘Such as I wish it to be.’ I think of that whenever +I look at my ring. Tell me all about your lovely +Miss Sarepta. I like to know how I shall have +to behave before her. We are to be married next +month.” +</p> +<p> +Did Nan know the hurt and the hurt and the +hurt of love? No wonder that she was “shy” with +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_387'></a>387</span> +Mrs. Towne. Why had not Mrs. Towne told her? +Must she write and congratulate Naughty Nan +whose story was such as she wished it to be? +</p> +<p> +The letters that she had written that evening +were on the bureau; the sudden remembering of +the line that she had written in Mrs. Towne’s +brought her to her feet with a rush of shame +like the old hot flashes from head to foot; she +seized the letter and rolling it up tucked it down +among the coals; it blazed, burning slowly, the +flame curled around the words that she had been +saved just in time from sending; the words that +would never be written or spoken. +</p> +<p> +The room was chilly and the candle had burnt +out before she went to bed; the lights opposite had +long been out. The room was cold and dark and +strange; outside in the darkness the night was wild. +</p> +<p> +It was too late; her conflict had lasted too long; +her pride and disdain had killed his love for her; +perhaps he felt as she did in that time when she +had wanted some one to love her, and he had taken +Naughty Nan as she had taken Felix. +</p> +<p> +She had lived it all through once; she could +live it all through again; she could have slept, but +would not for fear of the waking. Oh, if it would +never come light, and she could lie forever shielded +in darkness! But the light crept up higher and +higher into the sky, Hilda passed the door, and +Uncle Knox’s heavy tread was in the hall below. +</p> +<p> +Another day had come, and other days would +always be coming; every day life must be full of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_388'></a>388</span> +work and play, even although Dr. Towne had +failed in love that was patience; she had suffered +once, because he was slow to understand himself, +and plainly he had suffered to the verge of his +endurance, because she was slow in understanding +herself! +</p> +<p> +The day wore on to twilight; she had worked +listlessly; in the twilight she laid her work aside, +and went over to the cottage. +</p> +<p> +“I have something to show you,” said Miss Sarepta; +“guess what my last good gift from Philip +is.” +</p> +<p> +“I did not know that he had any thing left to +give you.” +</p> +<p> +“It is the last and best. A flower of spring!” +From a thick envelope in her work-basket, she +drew out a photograph, and, with its face upward, +laid it in Tessa’s hand. +</p> +<p> +A piquant face: daring in the eyes, sweetness on +the lips. +</p> +<p> +“Nan Gerard!” cried Tessa, catching her breath +with a sound like a sob. +</p> +<p> +“Naughty Nan! And they are to be married +here in this room, that I may be bridesmaid.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, how stupid I was!” +</p> +<p> +“Why, had you an inkling of it?” +</p> +<p> +“Several of them, if I had had eyes to see!” +</p> +<p> +“It came last night, and I lay awake all night, +thinking of the woman that Philip will love henceforth +better than he loves me.” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, how can you bear it?” Tessa knelt on the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_389'></a>389</span> +carpet at her side, with her head on the arm of the +chair. +</p> +<p> +“I could not, at first. I could not now, if I did +not love Philip better than I love myself.” +</p> +<p> +So her sorrow had become Miss Sarepta’s! She +drew a long breath, and did not speak. +</p> +<p> +“Don’t feel so sorry for me, dear. I have known +that in the nature of things,—which is but another +name for God’s will,—this must come. Even after +all the years, it has come suddenly. Will she love +my brother?” +</p> +<p> +“I am sure she will; more and more as the years +go on!” +</p> +<p> +“Every heart must choose for itself,” said Miss +Sarepta dreamily, “and the choice of the Lord +runs through all our choices.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s lips gave a glad assent. +</p> +<p> +A letter from Dinah that evening ended thus. +“Father is not at all well; I think that he grows +weaker every day. To-day he said, ‘Isn’t it <em>almost</em> +time for Tessa to come?’” +</p> +<p> +At noon the next day she was in Dunellen. +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_390'></a>390</span><a name='ch26' id='ch26'></a>XXVI.—ANOTHER MAY.</h2> +<p> +May came with blossoms, lilacs, and a birthday, +she smiled all to herself over last year’s reverie; the +anniversary of the day in which she had walked +homewards with Mr. Hammerton and accepted Felix +in the evening followed the birthday; a sad anniversary +for Felix, she remembered, for he had her +habit of retrospection. +</p> +<p> +The days slipped through his mind, Laura had +told her; he would often ask the day of the week +or month. He had become quiet and melancholy, +seemingly absorbed in the interest of the moment. +He had greeted Tessa as he would have greeted +any friend, at their last interview, and she had left +him believing that his future would not be without +happiness. A year ago to-day, Mr. Hammerton had +said that a year made a difference, sometimes. And +this year! How the events had hurried into each +other, jostling against each other like good-humored +people in a crowd! A year ago to-day she +had thought of Nan Gerard as the wife of Ralph +Towne; to-day she was sailing on the sea, Professor +Towne’s wife; just as naughty as ever, but rather +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_391'></a>391</span> +more dignified. A year ago to-night she had held +herself the promised wife of her old tormentor, Felix +Harrison; since that night all his future had become +a blank, the strong man had become as a +little child; since that day Dine had found her +wonderful John; since that day Dr. Lake had had +his heart’s desire, and had been called away from +Sue, leaving her a widow; the hurrying year had +taken from Gus a long hope and had given him a +future of hard work with meagre wages. And Dr. +Towne! But she could not trust herself to think +of him. They met as usual, not less often; he had +grown graver since last year, and had thrown himself +heart and soul into his work: never demonstrative, +his manner towards her, had, if possible, become +less and less intrusive; but ever responsive, +having nothing to respond to, now, but a gentle +deference, a shyness that increased; a stranger +would have said, meeting him with Tessa Wadsworth, +that he was intensely interested in her, but +exceedingly in doubt of finding favor. +</p> +<p> +But Tessa could not see this; she felt only the +restraint and chilliness. +</p> +<p> +Once they were left suddenly alone together; he +excused himself and abruptly left her; clearly, he +had no reply to make to her letter; his love was +worn out with her freaks and whims. +</p> +<p> +“I deserve it,” she said, taking stern pleasure in +meting out justice to herself. +</p> +<p> +One afternoon in late May, she found herself on +the gnarled seat that the roots had braided for +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_392'></a>392</span> +her; she had been gazing down into the brook and +watching a robin-redbreast taking his bath in it, +canary-fashion; she watched him until he had flown +away and perched upon a post of the Old Place +meadow fence, then her eyes came back to the +water, the stones, and the weeds. +</p> +<p> +“I always know where to find you!” The exclamation +could be in no other loud voice; she recognized +Sue before she lifted her eyes to the tall, +black-draped figure. If Sue had had a sorrow, there +was no trace of it in voice or countenance. +</p> +<p> +“Isn’t it dusty? How I shall look trailing around +in all this black stuff! What do you always come +here for? Do you come to meet somebody?” +</p> +<p> +“It seems that I have come to meet you.” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t you remember how you talked to me +here that day? I did keep my promise; I <em>was</em> +good to Gerald. Poor, dear Gerald! I have nothing +to reproach myself with.” +</p> +<p> +“Did mother send you here?” +</p> +<p> +“She said that I would find you between the end +of the planks and Mayfield. Come through the +grounds of Old Place with me. I want you to see +Mrs. Towne’s flowers and a new arbor that Dr. +Towne has been putting up.” +</p> +<p> +“No, thank you,” said Tessa rising and tossing +away a handful of withering wild flowers. +</p> +<p> +“You don’t know how lovely the place is. Dr. +Towne is always thinking of some new thing to do; +I asked him if it were for that grand wife that he +has been waiting so long for, and, do you believe, he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_393'></a>393</span> +said ‘Yes,’ as sincerely as could be. He looked up +at his mother and smiled when he said it, too. I +believe they know something. Nan Gerard didn’t +get him any way! Won’t she have a lovely time +travelling! I always did want to go to Europe; +Gerald never would have taken me. I can’t believe +that he’s dead, can you?” +</p> +<p> +As Tessa was busy with her veil and did not +speak, Sue rattled on. +</p> +<p> +“Did you know that I’ve been making another +visit at Miss Gesner’s? They call their place Blossom +Hill, and it has been so sweet with blossoms.” +</p> +<p> +“Is she as lovely as ever?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know,” said Sue, doubtfully; “sometimes +I think that she is stiff and proud; the truth +is she doesn’t like to have her old brother pay attention +to me. She thinks that he is too old a boy +for such nonsense; but <em>he</em> doesn’t think so! Good +for me that he doesn’t. What are you walking so +fast for? I went to drive with him every day after +business hours; we <em>did</em> look stylish!” +</p> +<p> +“With Miss Gesner, too?” queried Tessa, in a +voice that she could not steady. +</p> +<p> +“No, indeed,” laughed Sue, “and that’s the beauty +of it. What did we want her along for? Of +course we talked about Gerald; we talked a great +deal about him. I told him how kind he had been +to me and how I adored him and how I mourned +for him. I am sure that I cried myself sick; Dr. +Towne gave me something one night to keep me +from having hysterics! I should have died of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_394'></a>394</span> +grief if Mrs. Towne hadn’t taken me to Old Place; +she was like a mother, and <em>he</em> was as kind as kind +could be! It was like the other time before I was +engaged to Gerald; I couldn’t believe that it wasn’t +that time. The Gesners were kind, too; I thought +at first that Miss Gesner really loved me; but she +began to be stiff after she saw her brother kiss me. +I couldn’t help it; I told him that it was too soon +for such goings on.” +</p> +<p> +“O, <em>Sue!</em>” cried Tessa, wearily. “And he loved +you so.” +</p> +<p> +“Gerald! Of course he did! But that’s all past +and gone! He can’t expect me never to have any +good times, can he? He didn’t leave me any money +to have a good time with! I’m too young to shut +myself up and think of his grave all the time. You +and father are the most unreasonable people I ever +saw! Why, he thinks because he thinks of mother +every day, and wouldn’t be married for any thing, +that I must be that kind of a mourner, too! It’s +very hard; nobody ever had so much trouble as I +do. I never used to like John Gesner, but you +don’t know how interesting he can be. He took +off my wedding ring one day and said it didn’t fit. +It always was a little too large. Gerald said that +I would grow into it,” she said, slipping it up and +down on her finger and letting it drop on the grass. +</p> +<p> +“There!” with a little laugh as she stooped to +look for it, “suppose I could never find it. Is that +what you call an omen, Tessa? Help me look!” +</p> +<p> +“No, let it be. Let it be buried, too.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_395'></a>395</span> +</p> +<p> +“There! I have found it. You needn’t be so +cross to me. I wonder why you are cross to me. +Gerald Raid once that you would be a good friend +to me forever.” +</p> +<p> +“I will, Susie,” said Tessa, fervently. +</p> +<p> +“You always liked Gerald. What did you like +him for?” asked Sue, curiously. +</p> +<p> +As the answer was not forthcoming, Sue started +off on a new branch of the old topic. “Mr. John +Gesner is going to Europe this fall, or in the winter; +he is going on business, but he says that if he +had a wife to go around with him that he would +stay a year or two. Wouldn’t that be grand? +Nan Gerard will have to be home when the Seminary +opens, anyway. It would be grand to travel +for two years.” +</p> +<p> +“Why does not Miss Gesner go with him?” +</p> +<p> +“Oh, she wouldn’t leave Lewis. Lewis and Blossom +Hill are her two idols. Mr. John says that if +he were married, he would build a new house right +opposite, and he asked me as we passed the grand +houses which style I liked best. There was one +with porticoes and columns, I chose that. He said +that it could be built while he was away, and be +all ready for him to bring his bride home to. But +you are not listening; you never think of what I +am saying,” Sue said, in a grumbling, tearful voice. +“My friends are forever misunderstanding me. +Gerald never misunderstood me. What do you +think Dr. Towne said to me? He said that when +I am old, I shall love Gerald better than any one; +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_396'></a>396</span> +that what comes between will fall out and leave +that time. Won’t it be queer? He said that women +ought to think love the best thing in the +world. I cried while he was talking. I can love +any body that is kind to me. When I told John +Gesner that, he said, ‘I will always be kind to +you.’ But you are not listening; I verily believe +that you care more for that squirrel than you do +for me!” +</p> +<p> +“See it run,” cried Tessa. “Isn’t it a perfect little +creature? If you will come and stay a week with +me, we will take a walk every day.” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t—now,” Sue stumbled over her words. +“Say, Tessa, Mr. Gesner has given me a set of +pearls. I can wear pearls in mourning, can’t I?” +</p> +<p> +“With your mourning, you can wear any thing.” +</p> +<p> +“Can I? I didn’t know it. It’s awful lonesome +at home; lonesomer than it ever was.” +</p> +<p> +“I would come and stay a week with you, but I +do not like to leave father; he is not so strong as +he was last summer.” +</p> +<p> +“You wouldn’t let Mr. Gesner come and spend +the evening; I haven’t asked him, but I’m going +to ask him the next time I see him.” +</p> +<p> +Dr. Greyson called for Sue late in the evening. +“I have the comfort of my old age hard and fast,” +he said; “she will never want to run away from +me again, will you, Susie?” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t know,” said Sue, with a hard, uncomfortable +laugh; “you must keep a sharp lookout. +I may be in Africa by this time next year.” +</p> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_397'></a>397</span><a name='ch27' id='ch27'></a>XXVII.—SUNSET.</h2> +<p> +“Father is very feeble,” said Mrs. Wadsworth +one day in June. “I shall persuade him to take +a vacation. Lewis Gesner told him yesterday that +he must take a rest; do you notice how he spends +all his evenings on the sofa? I think that if Gus +would come and play chess as he used to that it +would rouse him.” +</p> +<p> +The week of Mr. Wadsworth’s vacation ran into +two weeks and into a month; Dr. Greyson fell into +a friendly habit of calling daily; Mr. Lewis Gesner +and Mr. Hammerton came for a chat with him +on the piazza as often as every other day, sometimes +one of them would pass the evening beside +his lounge in the sitting-room. Mr. Hammerton +amused him by talk of people and books with a +half hour of politics thrown in; and Mr. Gesner +with his genial voice and genial manner helped +them all to believe that life had its warm corners, +and that an evening all together, with the feeble +old man on the lounge an interested listener, was +certainly one of the cosiest. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_398'></a>398</span> +</p> +<p> +“Father, why have you kept Mr. Gesner to yourself +all these years?” Tessa asked after one of these +evenings. +</p> +<p> +“I would have brought him home before, if I +had known that you would have found him so +charming.” +</p> +<p> +“He is my ideal of the shadow of a rock in a +weary land,” she answered; “I do not wonder that +his sister’s heart is bound up in him. How can +brothers who live together be so different?” +</p> +<p> +“John is well enough,” said her father, “there’s +nothing wrong about him.” +</p> +<p> +“He makes me <em>creep</em>,” said Tessa, vehemently, +thinking of a pair of bracelets that Sue had brought +to show her that day. +</p> +<p> +Mr. Wadsworth lay silent for awhile, then opening +his eyes gazed long at the figures and faces +that were all his world; Mrs. Wadsworth’s chair +was at the foot of the lounge, the light from the +lamp on the table fell on her busy hands, leaving +her face in shadow; Dinah was reading at the table, +with one hand pushed in among her curls; Tessa +had dipped her pen into the ink and was carelessly +holding it between thumb and finger before writing +the last page of her three sheets to Miss +Sarepta. +</p> +<p> +“Oh my three girls!” he murmured so low that +no one heard. +</p> +<p> +Mrs. Wadsworth, in these days, was forgetting +to be sharp, and hovered over him and lingered +around him as lovingly as ever Tessa did. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_399'></a>399</span> +</p> +<p> +“Doctor,” said Tessa, standing on the piazza +with Dr. Greyson late one evening, “do you think +that he may die suddenly?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“Any time, when the pain comes?” +</p> +<p> +“Any hour when the pain comes.” +</p> +<p> +“Does mother know?” +</p> +<p> +“I think that she half suspects; she has asked +me, and I have evaded the question.” +</p> +<p> +“Does he know it?” +</p> +<p> +“He has known it since March.” +</p> +<p> +Since he had wanted her to come home! +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps he has told mother.” +</p> +<p> +“She would only excite him and hasten the end.” +</p> +<p> +“She can be quiet enough when she chooses. I +am glad—oh, I am so glad—” +</p> +<p> +“Is the doctor gone?” cried Dinah rushing out, +“father wants him. He has the pain dreadfully.” +</p> +<p> +The paroxysm was severe, but it passed away; +Dr. Greyson decided to remain through the night; +he fell asleep in the sitting-room and was awakened +by Tessa’s hand an hour before dawn. +</p> +<p> +“Thank you, dear,” said Mr. Wadsworth to his +wife as she laid an extra quilt across his feet. +</p> +<p> +They were his last words. Tessa always liked +to think of them. +</p> +<p> +July, August, and September dragged themselves +through sunny days and rainy days into October. +Tessa had learned that she could live without her +father. There was little outward change in their +home, the three were busy about their usual work +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_400'></a>400</span> +and usual recreations; friends came and went; Tessa +wrote and walked; gave two afternoons each week +to Mrs. Towne, sometimes in Dunellen and sometimes +at Old Place; ran in, as of old, for a helpful +talk with Miss Jewett, not forgetting that she must +be, what Dr. Lake had said,—a good friend to his +wife. These were the busy hours; in the still hours,—but +who can know for another the still hours? +</p> +<p> +Mr. Hammerton and Mr. Lewis Gesner proved +themselves to be invaluable friends; Tessa’s warm +regard for Mr. Gesner, even with the shock that +came to her afterward, never became less; he ever +remained her ideal of the rock in the weary land. +</p> +<p> +Two weeks after her father’s funeral, she had +stood alone one evening towards dusk among her +flowers: she had been gathering pansies and thinking +that her father had always liked them and +talked about them. +</p> +<p> +There was a sound of wheels on the grass and a +carriage stood at the opening in the shrubbery; the +face into which she looked this time was not worn, +or thin, or excited; a dark face, with grave, sympathetic +eyes, was bending towards her. +</p> +<p> +“I wish that I could help you,” he said. +</p> +<p> +“I know you do. No one can help me. I do +not need help. I <em>am</em> helped.” +</p> +<p> +“The air is sweet to-night.” +</p> +<p> +“And so still! Do you like my pansies?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes.” +</p> +<p> +“Will you take them to your mother, and tell +her that I will come to-morrow.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_401'></a>401</span> +</p> +<p> +“I will tell her; but I will keep the pansies for +myself, if you will give them to me.” +</p> +<p> +She laid them in his hand with fingers that +trembled. +</p> +<p> +“Do they say something to me?” +</p> +<p> +“They say a great deal to me!” +</p> +<p> +“What do they say?” +</p> +<p> +“I can not find a meaning for you. They must +be their own interpreter.” +</p> +<p> +“But I may think that you gave them to me to +keep as long as I live.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes; to keep as long as you live.” +</p> +<p> +“When you have something to say to me—something +that you know I am waiting to hear—will +you say it, freely, of your own accord.” +</p> +<p> +“Yes, freely, of my own accord.” +</p> +<p> +“I regret to trouble you; but if you ever waited, +you know that it is the hardest of hard work.” +</p> +<p> +“I know,” said Tessa, her voice breaking; “but +you may not like what I say.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps you will say what I like then.” +</p> +<p> +“I will if I <em>can</em>.” +</p> +<p> +What had she to say, freely, of her own accord? +I think that it was the knowledge of what she +would say by and by when she was fully sure that +helped her to bear the loneliness of this summer +and autumn. +</p> +<p> +And thus passed the summer that she had planned +for rest. November found her making plans for winter. +Her last winter’s work had been sent to her, +one volume with its new illustrations, and the other, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_402'></a>402</span> +with but one new picture; her father had looked +forward to them; she sent copies to Elsie, Mabel, and +Sue, also to Felix Harrison and Mr. Hammerton; +Miss Jewett and Mrs. Towne made pretty and +loving speeches over theirs; Tessa wondered, why, +when she had written them with all her heart, they +should seem so little to her now. +</p> +<p> +“Where is your novel, Lady Blue,” Mr. Hammerton, +asked one evening. +</p> +<p> +“I think that I shall live it first,” she answered, +seriously. “I couldn’t love my ideal well enough +to put him into a book, and the <em>real</em> hero would +only be lovable and commonplace, and no one would +care to read about him—no one would care for him +but me.” +</p> +<p> +“It must be something of an experience to learn +that one’s ideal can not be loved, and rather humiliating +to find one’s self in love with some one below +one’s standard.” +</p> +<p> +“That’s what life is for,—to have an experience, +isn’t it?” +</p> +<p> +“It seems to be some people’s experience,” he +said, looking as wise as an owl, and as unsympathetic. +</p> +<p> +November found Sue making plans, also. Her +plans came out in this wise: she called one morning +to talk to Tessa; Tessa was sewing in her own +chamber, and Sue ran up lightly, as lightly as in +the days before Gerald Lake had come to Dunellen. +</p> +<p> +“Busy!” she said blithely, her flowing crape veil +fluttering at the door. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_403'></a>403</span> +</p> +<p> +“Not too busy. Come in.” +</p> +<p> +Sue talked for an hour with her gloves on, then, +carelessly, as she described some pretty thing that +the Professor’s wife had brought from over the sea, +she drew the glove from her left hand, watching +Tessa’s face. The quick color—the quick, indignant +color—repaid the manœuvre; the wedding +ring—the new wedding ring—was gone, and in +its stead blazed a cluster of diamonds. +</p> +<p> +“You might as well say something,” began Sue, +moving her hand in the sunlight. +</p> +<p> +“I have nothing to say. I wonder how you dare +come to me.” +</p> +<p> +“Why shouldn’t I dare? I know it seems soon; +but circumstances make a difference, and Mr. Gesner +has to go to Europe next month. He took the +other ring; I couldn’t help it—I wouldn’t have +kept it safe with a lock of his hair in a little box—but +he said that I shouldn’t have this unless I +gave him that.” +</p> +<p> +Tessa’s head went down over her work; she had +not wept aloud before since she was a little girl, +but now the sobs burst through her lips uncontrolled. +That ring that Dr. Lake had carried that +day in the rain not fourteen months ago! +</p> +<p> +Sue sprang to her feet, then dropped back into +her chair and wept in sympathy, partly with a +vague feeling of having done some dreadful thing, +partly with the fear that life in a foreign land +might not be wholly alluring; Mr. Gesner was +kind, but poor Gerald had loved her so! +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_404'></a>404</span> +</p> +<p> +“O, Tessa! Tessa! don’t,” she cried. “Stop crying +and speak to me.” +</p> +<p> +“Go away from me. Go home. I will not speak +to you.” +</p> +<p> +For a moment Sue waited, then she arose and +moved towards the door, standing another moment, +but as Tessa did not turn or speak, she went +down-stairs, not lightly, hushed by the revelation +of a grief that she could not understand. +</p> +<div class='figcenter' style='padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='i004' id='i004'></a> +<img src="images/illus-404.jpg" alt="“Good-by, Mystic; you and I will have our talk another day,” said Sue." title=""/><br /> +<span class='caption'>“Good-by, Mystic; you and I will have<br/>our talk another day,” said Sue.</span> +</div> +<h2><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_405'></a>405</span><a name='ch28' id='ch28'></a>XXVIII.—HEARTS ALIKE.</h2> +<p> +Early in December, in a snow-storm, Sue Lake +was married to John Gesner. +</p> +<p> +“Some things are incomprehensible,” declared +Mrs. Wadsworth, plaintively, looking at the snow, +“to think that she should marry an old beau of +mine. So soon, too. How a widow can ever +think—” +</p> +<p> +Tessa refused to see her married until the last +moment. “You must be a good friend to me +through thick and thin,” Sue coaxed, and Tessa +went the evening before; but the evening was +long and silent, for Tessa could not talk or admire +Sue’s outfit. The pretty brown and crimson chairs +were again wheeled before the back parlor grate; +but when Sue went out to attend for the last time +to her father’s lunch, there was no hilarious entrance, +and Tessa’s tears dropped because they +would not be restrained. +</p> +<p> +Sue’s talk and laughter sounded through the +hall; but Tessa could hear only “Good-by, Mystic; +you and I will have our talk another day.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_406'></a>406</span> +</p> +<p> +“Kiss me and say you are glad,” prayed Sue, +when they went up to Sue’s chamber to exchange +white silk and orange blossoms for travelling attire. +“It’s horrid for you to look like a funeral. +Mrs. Towne looks glum, and Miss Gesner had to +cry!” +</p> +<p> +The snow-flakes were falling and melting, as they +were falling and melting the day that Sue sang for +Dr. Lake; there was a fire in the air-tight to-day, +and by some chance the low rocker had been +pushed close to the side of the white-draped bed. +Sue seated herself in it to draw on her gloves and +for a last hurried, hysteric flow of words. +</p> +<p> +“I’ll write to you from Liverpool, Tessa. I hope +that we sha’n’t have any storms; I might think +that it was a judgment. I don’t want to be drowned; +I want to see London and Paris and Rome. Isn’t +it queer for me to be married twice before you are +married once!” +</p> +<p> +“You may be married three times before I am +married once,” said Tessa, opening a bureau drawer +to lay away an old glove box. +</p> +<p> +“Oh, no, I sha’n’t! I’ll stay a rich widow, but +it was distressed to stay a poor one. Did I tell +you that Stacey is married? I was so delighted. +He’s got a good wife, too; real sober and settled +down. So I didn’t do so much harm after all your +fuming and fussing. I like to make people comfortable +when I can. And now we’re happy all +around just like a book. I wonder what will become +of you before I get back. I expect that Dine +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_407'></a>407</span> +will be married. John is as tickled as he can be! +It’s lovely to be an old man’s darling; I am to have +my own way about every thing. I’m glad that he +wasn’t a widower; I hate widowers!” +</p> +<p> +A tap at the door summoned Sue. “Good-by, +dear old room!” she cried gayly. “You’ve seen +the last of me. I hope that you will get every +thing you are waiting for, Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +As once before on Sue’s wedding day, Tessa was +taken home in Dr. Towne’s carriage. +</p> +<p> +“I wonder if he knows,” she said. +</p> +<p> +“If he do it can not trouble him. He understood +her.” +</p> +<p> +“I am beginning to understand what the hurt +of love is.” +</p> +<p> +“What is it?” +</p> +<p> +“Don’t you know?” +</p> +<p> +“I think that you are teaching me.” +</p> +<p> +“It is a lesson that we have learned together. +I used to wonder why God ever let us hurt each +other; perhaps that is the reason, that we may learn +together what love is!” +</p> +<p> +“Do not the students ever come to the end of +the chapter and learn the next lesson?” +</p> +<p> +“I do not know what the next chapter is.” +</p> +<p> +“Perhaps if we study hard we may learn that +together.” +</p> +<p> +“Great patience is needed to learn a lesson with +me.” +</p> +<p> +“I have a great deal of patience.” +</p> +<p> +“I’m afraid that I haven’t.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_408'></a>408</span> +</p> +<p> +“Having confessed our sins, suppose that we forget +them.” +</p> +<p> +“I can’t forget mine.” +</p> +<p> +“Can you forget mine?” +</p> +<p> +She tried to speak, but the words stumbled on +her lips. +</p> +<p> +“Look up and answer me.” +</p> +<p> +She could not look up; she could not answer. +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, say something.” +</p> +<p> +“Something,” she said childishly between laughter +and tears. +</p> +<p> +After a moment, during which her glove had +been unbuttoned and rebuttoned and he had leaned +back, holding the reins loosely, she spoke: +</p> +<p> +“You <em>have</em> been patient with me. I will not +have any more whims or fancies—I know now +beyond any need of reasoning—” +</p> +<p> +“What do you know?” +</p> +<p> +“Something very happy.” +</p> +<p> +“And now shall we be as happy as Sue and her +rich old lover?” +</p> +<p> +“Do you see this ring?” touching the emerald. +“It means that I must tell your mother that I am +satisfied, fully and entirely and thoroughly, before +I say ‘Yes.’” +</p> +<p> +“<em>Can</em> you tell her that?” +</p> +<p> +“Ask her and she will tell you.” +</p> +<p> +“Tessa, it has been a weary time.” +</p> +<p> +“I think that there must always be a weary time +before two people understand each other; I am so +glad to have ours come before—” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_409'></a>409</span> +</p> +<p> +The sun set behind clouds on Sue’s second wedding +day. Tessa tried to write, she tried to read, +she tried to sew, she tried to talk to her mother +and Dine; but failed in every thing but sitting idle +at one of the parlor windows and looking out at the +snow. There was a long evening in the shabby parlor; +quiet talk, laughing talk, and merry talk mingled +with half sentences, as many things both old +and new were talked about. +</p> +<p> +There were several happenings after this; one of +them, of course, was Dinah’s marriage to her wonderful +John; Tessa’s wedding gift to her was a deed +of the house in which they had both been born. +Another happening, perhaps, as much in the nature +of things as Dinah’s marriage, although the girls +could not bring themselves to think so, was their +mother’s marriage to Mr. Lewis Gesner. Tessa remembered +her promise to her father; she spoke +no word against it, and by repeated chidings kept +Dinah’s words and behavior within the limits of +deference. +</p> +<p> +Pretty little Mrs. Wadsworth was a radiant bride, +and the bridegroom was all that could be desired; +Mrs. Wadsworth prudently concealed her elation at +having married a man richer than Tessa’s husband +and with a residence far handsomer. Mr. Lewis +Gesner became the kindest of husbands and Miss +Gesner was a model sister-in-law. +</p> +<p> +On her own wedding day, one of Tessa’s grateful +thoughts was that her father would rejoice to +know that his “three girls” were in happy homes. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_410'></a>410</span> +Miss Jewett’s congratulation was a dower in itself: +“Your fate was worth waiting for, Tessa.” +</p> +<p> +“Another poor man undone through you, Lady +Blue,” said Mr. Hammerton. “I might have known +that you were growing up to do it.” +</p> +<p> +“Is Tessa married?” Felix asked in his slow way. +“I hope that he will take good care of her.” +</p> +<p> +Another happening was the arrival of Mr. and +Mrs. John Gesner and son. The baby had been +born in Germany and could call his own name before +he came home to Blossom Hill. +</p> +<p> +The name was a surprise to Tessa: “Theodore, +because it has such a pretty meaning,” Sue told +her. “His father wanted John or Lewis, but I insisted; +I said that I would throw the baby away +if I couldn’t name him!” +</p> +<p> +She petted him and was proud of his rosy face +and bright eyes, but confided to Tessa that he was +a great deal of trouble, and that she hated that +everlasting “mamma, mamma.” +</p> +<p> +“I don’t understand <em>you</em>, Tessa, you treat your +little girl as if she were a princess.” +</p> +<p> +That afternoon Tessa and the baby were alone +on one of the balconies at Old Place; baby in her +betucked and beruffled white frock and white shoes +was taking her first steps alone, and baby’s mother +was kneeling before her with both arms out-stretched +to receive her after the triumph. +</p> +<p> +Baby’s father stood in a window watching them; +but for the eyes that, just now, were like the woods +in October his face would have been pronounced +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_411'></a>411</span> +grave; the white threads in his hair were beginning +to be noticeable, and before baby would be +old enough to drive all around the country with +him, his hair would be quite white. +</p> +<p> +“An earnest man with a purpose in his life,” +Dunellen said. +</p> +<p> +“Must you go out again so soon?” +</p> +<p> +Baby was crowing over her success, and the +mother’s arms were holding her close. +</p> +<p> +“There’s a poor woman with a little baby that +I must see to-night.” +</p> +<p> +“A girl-baby?” +</p> +<p> +“Yes,” smiling down at her, “a girl-baby.” +</p> +<p> +“Poor little girl-baby! <em>Poor</em> little girl-baby!” +she said, pressing her lips to baby’s hair. +</p> +<p> +“What were you thinking when the baby ran +into your arms just now?” +</p> +<p> +“I was thinking,” holding the beruffled little figure +closer, “that it isn’t such a hard world, after +all, for little girls to grow up in.” +</p> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Tessa Wadsworth's Discipline, by +Jennie M. 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