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Title: Mildred at Home
With Something About Her Relatives and Friends.
Author: Martha Finley
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MILDRED AT HOME
A LIST OF THE ELSIE BOOKS AND
OTHER POPULAR BOOKS
BY
MARTHA FINLEY
ELSIE DINSMORE.
ELSIE'S HOLIDAYS AT ROSELANDS.
ELSIE'S GIRLHOOD.
ELSIE'S WOMANHOOD.
ELSIE'S MOTHERHOOD.
ELSIE'S CHILDREN.
ELSIE'S WIDOWHOOD.
GRANDMOTHER ELSIE.
ELSIE'S NEW RELATIONS.
ELSIE AT NANTUCKET.
THE TWO ELSIES.
ELSIE'S KITH AND KIN.
ELSIE'S FRIENDS AT WOODBURN.
CHRISTMAS WITH GRANDMA ELSIE.
ELSIE AND THE RAYMONDS.
ELSIE YACHTING WITH THE RAYMONDS.
ELSIE'S VACATION.
ELSIE AT VIAMEDE.
ELSIE AT ION.
ELSIE AT THE WORLD'S FAIR.
ELSIE'S JOURNEY ON INLAND WATERS.
ELSIE AT HOME.
ELSIE ON THE HUDSON.
ELSIE IN THE SOUTH.
ELSIE'S YOUNG FOLKS.
MILDRED KEITH.
MILDRED AT ROSELANDS.
MILDRED'S MARRIED LIFE.
MILDRED AND ELSIE.
MILDRED AT HOME.
MILDRED'S BOYS AND GIRLS.
MILDRED'S NEW DAUGHTER.
CASELLA.
SIGNING THE CONTRACT AND WHAT IT COST.
THE TRAGEDY OF WILD RIVER VALLEY.
OUR FRED.
AN OLD-FASHIONED BOY.
WANTED, A PEDIGREE.
THE THORN IN THE NEST.
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MILDRED AT HOME;
WITH SOMETHING ABOUT HER RELATIVES
AND FRIENDS.
A SEQUEL TO MILDRED'S MARRIED LIFE.
BY
MARTHA FINLEY,
Author of the "Elsie Books," "Mildred Keith,"
"Mildred and Elsie," "Signing the
Contract," etc., etc.
NEW YORK:
DODD, MEAD & COMPANY,
Publishers.
Copyright, 1884, by Dodd, Mead & Company.
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Chapter First.
"A word spoken in due season, how good is it!"--Prov. 15:23.
"I'm to be dressed in white, mammy, with blue sash and ribbons, papa
says, and to go back to him as soon as you are done with me."
"Is you, honey? but co'se you is; you mos' neber wears nuffin but white
when de warm days comes; an' massa can't do widout his darlin' pet, now
all de res' am gone."
"No; nor I without him," Elsie said, tears springing to her eyes. "Oh,
don't these rooms seem lonely, mammy? Don't you miss Annis?"
"Co'se, honey, co'se I dose; but tank de Lord, I'se got my own darlin'
chile lef'."
"And I have you and papa left," returned the little girl, smiling
through her tears, "and that's a great deal; papa alone is more than
half of all the world to me, and you know I could never do without you,
mammy."
"Yo' ole mammy hopes you'll always tink like dat, honey," said Chloe,
taking out the articles needed for the little girl's toilet. "'Pears
like ole times come back," she remarked presently, combing a glossy
ringlet round her finger; "de ole times befo' we went up Norf and massa
got married to Miss Rose."
"Yes; and oh, mammy, papa has said I may be with him all day long, from
the time I'm up in the morning and dressed, till I have to go to bed at
night. Isn't it nice?"
"Berry nice plan, honey; 'spect it keep bofe you and massa from feelin'
mos' pow'ful lonesome."
"Yes," Elsie said; "and I like it ever so much for a little while, but
I wouldn't for anything be without mamma and Horace all the time."
Aunt Chloe was still busy with the ringlets. She took almost as much
pride and delight in their beauty and abundance as the fond father
himself, and was apt to linger lovingly over her task. But Elsie,
though wont to endure with exemplary patience and resignation the
somewhat tedious and trying ordeal of combing and curling, never
complaining, though now and then compelled to wince when the comb
caught in a tangle and mammy gave a pull that was far from pleasant,
would sometimes have been glad to have them cut off would papa only
have given consent.
"Dar, honey, dat job am done," Aunt Chloe said at length, laying aside
the comb and brush. "Now fo' de dress and ribbons, an' den you kin go
back to massa."
"I want to just as soon as I can," said the little girl.
"What goin' be done 'bout pourin' de tea to-night?" asked Aunt Chloe
presently, rather as if thinking aloud than speaking to Elsie.
"Why," queried the little girl, "won't Mrs. Murray do it as usual?"
"Dunno, chile, she hab pow'ful bad headache."
"Has she? How sorry I am! Oh, I wonder if papa would let me try!"
"'Spect so, honey, ef you axes him," said Aunt Chloe, giving a final
adjustment to the bows of the sash and the folds of the dress.
"So I will," cried the little girl, skipping away. But the next
instant, coming to a sudden standstill and turning toward her nurse
a face full of concern, "Mammy," she asked, "do you think I can do
anything to help poor Mrs. Murray's head?"
"No, chile, she ain't wantin' nuffin but to be let 'lone till de
sickness am gone."
"I wish I could help her," sighed Elsie, in a tenderly pitying tone;
"I'm very sorry for her, but hope she will be well again to-morrow."
Two gentlemen were sitting in the veranda. Each turned a smiling,
affectionate look upon the little girl as she stepped from the open
doorway, the one saying, "Well, daughter," the other, "How are you
to-day, my little friend?"
"Quite well, thank you, Mr. Travilla. How are you, sir?" she said,
putting her small white hand into the larger, browner one he held out
to her.
He kept it for a minute or two while he chatted with her about the
cousins who had just left for their Northern home, after spending the
winter as guests at the Oaks, and of her mamma and baby brother, who
were travelling to Philadelphia in their company.
"I dare say the house seems very quiet and rather lonely?" he remarked,
inquiringly.
"Yes, sir; especially in my rooms," she said, glancing round at her
father, who was silently listening to their talk; "but papa has
promised to let me be with him all the time during the day. So I shall
not mind it so much."
"Was not that a rather rash promise, Dinsmore?" asked Mr. Travilla,
with mock gravity. "Well, if you tire of her company at any time, we of
Ion shall be delighted to have her sent to us."
"Thank you," Mr. Dinsmore said, with a humorous look at his little
girl; "I shall certainly send her to you directly I tire of her
society."
Elsie glanced searchingly into his face; then with a happy laugh ran to
him, and putting her arm about his neck, said, "I'm not the least bit
frightened, papa; not at all afraid that you will want to be rid of me.
I hope I'm not quite so silly as I was once when Mr. Travilla made me
think you might give me away to him."
"But it was only a loan I was asking for this time, my little friend,"
was Mr. Travilla's pleasant rejoinder.
"Yes, sir; but if you borrow me you'll have to borrow papa too for the
same length of time," Elsie said, with a merry laugh. "Won't he, papa?"
"I think he cannot have you on any easier terms," Mr. Dinsmore
answered; "for I certainly cannot spare you from home while I stay here
alone."
"A very satisfactory arrangement to me, provided we are allowed to keep
you both as long as we wish," Mr. Travilla said, rising as if to take
leave.
But an urgent invitation to stay to tea induced him to resume his seat.
Then Elsie preferred her request.
It was granted at once, her father saying, with a pleased look, "I
should like to see how well you can fill your mamma's place; and if
you show yourself capable, you may do so always in her absence, if you
wish."
"Oh, thank you, papa," she cried in delight. "I'll do my very best. But
I'm glad there are no strangers to tea to-night to see me make my first
attempt. You are a guest, Mr. Travilla, but not a stranger," she added,
with a bright, winsome look up at him.
"Thank you, my dear," he said; "it would be a grief of heart to me to
be looked upon in that light by the little girl whose affection I
value so highly."
"You are very kind to say so, sir," she returned, with a blush and a
smile, "and I believe I'm every bit as fond of you as if you were my
uncle. I have often heard papa say you and he were like brothers, and
that would make you my uncle, wouldn't it?"
"Yes," her father said; "and so good and kind an uncle would be
something to be thankful for, wouldn't it? Ah," rising and taking her
hand, "there is the tea-bell. Now for your experiment. Will you walk
out with us, Travilla?"
Both gentlemen watched the little girl with loving interest while she
went through the duties of her new position with a quiet grace and
dignity that filled her father with proud delight, and increased the
admiration already felt for her by his friend.
On leaving the table they returned to the veranda, where the gentlemen
sat conversing, with Elsie between them.
But presently Mr. Dinsmore, hearing that some one from the quarter
wished to speak to him, left the other two alone for a while.
"Elsie," Mr. Travilla said softly, taking the little girl's hand in
his, "I have something to tell you."
Her only reply was an inquiring look, and he went on: "Something
which I am sure you will be glad to hear. But first let me ask if you
remember a talk we had together one morning at Roselands, the first
summer after your father and I returned from Europe?"
"You were so kind as to talk to me a good many times, sir," Elsie
answered doubtfully.
"This was the morning after your fall from the piano-stool. I found
you in the garden reading your Bible and crying over it," he said.
"And in the talk that followed you expressed great concern at the
discovery that I had no love for the Lord Jesus Christ. A text you
quoted--'If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be anathema
maranatha'--has since come very frequently to my recollection, and
troubled my conscience not a little."
Elsie was now listening with intense interest. Mr. Travilla paused
for a moment, his face expressing deep emotion; then resumed: "I
think God's Holy Spirit has thoroughly convinced me of the exceeding
sinfulness of unbelief; of refusing or neglecting His offered
salvation through the atoning blood of His dear Son; refusing to give
to the Lord Jesus the poor little return of the best love of my heart
for all He has done and suffered in my stead. This is what I had to
tell you, my dear little friend. I have found Jesus--have given myself
unreservedly to Him, to be His for time and for eternity, and I have
been led to do this mainly through your instrumentality."
Tears of joy filled the little girl's eyes. "I am so glad, Mr.
Travilla, so very glad!" she exclaimed. "It is the best news I could
possibly have heard."
"Thank you, my dear," he said, with feeling. "I can now understand your
anxiety for my conversion, for I myself am conscious of a yearning
desire for the salvation of souls, especially of those of my friends
and acquaintances."
"And now you will join the church, won't you, sir?"
"I don't know, Elsie; that is a question of duty I have not yet
decided. There are so many of its members who are a disgrace to their
profession, that I fear I might prove so also. What do you think about
it?"
"I'm only a little child, not half so wise as you are, sir," she
answered, with unaffected modesty.
"Still, I should like to hear your opinion."
After a moment's hesitation and silent thought she lifted a very
earnest face to his. "God tells us that He is able to keep us from
falling. And don't you think, Mr. Travilla, that it's what the Bible
says we should be guided by, and not what somebody else thinks?"
"Yes; that is quite true."
"'To the law and to the testimony: if they speak not according to this
word, it is because there is no light in them,'" she quoted.
"You have studied the Bible so much longer than I," he said, "can you
tell me where to look for its directions in regard to this matter? Does
it really give any?"
"Yes, sir; oh, yes! Is not joining the church confessing Christ before
men, owning Him as our Master, our Lord, our God?"
He nodded assent.
Elsie called to a servant lounging near, and sent him for her Bible.
"Can you find the texts you want without a concordance?" Mr. Travilla
asked, regarding her with interest as she took the book and opened it.
"I think I can," she answered, turning over the leaves; "I have read
them so often. Yes, here--Matt. 10:32, 33--is one: 'Whosoever therefore
shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father
which is in heaven. But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I
also deny before my Father which is in heaven.'"
She gave him a questioning, pleading look.
"Yes," he said, in a subdued tone, "I think that is to the point;
at least, if we grant that joining the church is the only way of
confessing Christ."
"Oh, don't you see? Don't you think, Mr. Travilla, that if we love Him
with all our hearts we will want to confess Him everywhere and in every
way that we can? Won't we want everybody to know that we belong to Him,
and own Him as our Master, our Lord, our King?" she exclaimed with
eager enthusiasm, her voice taking a tone of earnest entreaty.
"I believe you are right," he said; "that would be the natural effect
of such love as we ought to feel--as I am sure you do feel for Him."
"I do love Him, but not half so much as I ought," she answered with
a sigh, as again she turned over the leaves of her Bible. "I often
wonder how it is that my love to Him is so cold compared to His for me.
It is as though I gave Him but one little drop in return for a mighty
ocean." A tear fell on the page as she spoke.
Then again she read: "'The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus
Christ our Lord.' 'The word is nigh thee, even in thy mouth and in
thy heart'--that is, the word of faith which we preach; 'that if thou
shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine
heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For
with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth
confession is made unto salvation.'"
Looking up at him, "Oh, Mr. Travilla," she said, "shall we refuse to
be soldiers at all because there are some traitors in the army? Isn't
there all the more need of brave, true men for that very reason? plenty
of them to fight the Lord's battles and conquer His enemies?"
"Yes; but cannot one do that without becoming a member of a church?"
"Wouldn't that be a queer kind of an army where there was no concert
of action, but every man fought separately in the way that seemed
best to himself?" she asked, with modest hesitation. "I've read about
the armies and battles of our Revolution and other wars, and I don't
remember that there was ever a great victory except where a good many
men were joined under one leader."
"Very true," he replied, thoughtfully.
"And if you love Jesus, Mr. Travilla, how can you help wanting to obey
His dying command, 'Do this in remembrance of me'? And that we cannot
do unless we are members of some church."
"I should not hesitate, Elsie, if I were but sure of being able to hold
out, and not disgrace my profession," he said.
Mr. Dinsmore returned to the veranda and sat down again by Elsie's
side, just in time to hear his friend's last sentence.
"It is a profession of religion you are speaking of, I presume," he
said, half inquiringly. "Well, Travilla, we must be content to take
one step at a time as we follow our Leader; to put on the armor and
go into battle trusting in the Captain of our salvation to lead us on
to final victory. He bids us 'fear not; I will help thee.' 'As thy
days, so shall thy strength be.' 'He keepeth the feet of His saints.'
'Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?... We are more than
conquerors through Him that loved us. For I am persuaded that neither
death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things
present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other
creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in
Christ Jesus our Lord,' for His chosen, His redeemed ones are kept by
the power of God through faith unto salvation. For 'He is able to keep
you from falling.'"
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Chapter Second.
"This we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he
eat."--2 Thess. 3:10.
Mr. Travilla had gone, and Mr. Dinsmore and his little daughter sat
alone upon the veranda; she upon his knee, his arm about her waist.
Some moments had passed without a word spoken by either. Elsie's eyes
were downcast, her face full of solemn joy.
"What is my little girl thinking of?" her father asked at length.
"Oh, papa, I am so glad, so happy, so thankful!" she said; and as she
looked up into his face he saw that tears were glistening in her eyes.
"You are seldom other than happy, I think and hope," he responded,
softly stroking her hair.
"Yes, very seldom, dear papa. How could anybody be unhappy with so
many, many blessings to be thankful for, especially such a dear,
kind father to love and take care of me? But I am happier than usual
to-night because of the good news Mr. Travilla has told me."
"Ah, what was that?"
"That he has found the Saviour, papa, and that it was partly through
my instrumentality. Isn't it strange that God should have so honored a
child like me?"
"Ah, I don't know that it is. 'A little child shall lead them,'
the Bible says. 'Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast
perfected praise.' God often works by the feeblest instrumentality,
that thus all may see that the glory is due to Him alone. I rejoice
with you, my darling, for no greater blessing can be ours than that of
being permitted to win souls to Christ."
"Yes, papa; but I am so far from being what I ought," she added, with
unaffected humility, "that I wonder I have not proved a stumbling-block
instead of a help."
"Give the glory to God," he said.
"Yes, papa, I know it all belongs to Him. Oh, don't you hope Mr.
Travilla will be with us next Sabbath?"
"At the Lord's table? I do indeed. It is a precious privilege I have
long wished to share with him; a means of grace no Christian ought
ever to neglect; a command that as the last and dying one of our
blessed Master we should joyfully obey whenever opportunity is afforded
us, yet with the utmost endeavor to be in a proper frame of mind; for
'he that eateth and drinketh unworthily, eateth and drinketh damnation
to himself, not discerning the Lord's body.' It is a dreadful sin for
any one to sit down to that table without having examined himself of
his knowledge to discern the Lord's body, of his faith to feed upon
Him, repentance, love, and new obedience. Let us both pray earnestly
for grace and help to partake worthily, repenting of every sin, hating
and forsaking it, and devoting ourselves anew and unreservedly to the
Master's service."
"I will, papa," she said. "And should we not meditate on Jesus while at
His table?"
"Yes, He should be the principal theme of our thoughts all through the
exercises; we should remember Him--the loveliness of His character, the
life He led, the death He died, and all that He has done and suffered
for us."
They fell into silent thought again. Elsie was the first to speak. "I
wonder where they are now, papa?"
"Who, our travellers? Well, we cannot tell precisely; but I hope it
will not be very long before we shall hear of their safe arrival in
Philadelphia."
"That will end the journey for mamma and Horace," she remarked; "but
what a long one the others will still have before them! I should think
Annis would feel as if she must hurry on as fast as possible till she
gets home to her father and mother."
"Very possibly she may; but I know that Dr. Landreth and Mildred intend
resting for some days in Philadelphia. So Annis will be obliged to curb
her impatience, which the sights of the city will no doubt help her to
do."
At that instant Elsie gave a sudden start, asking in an awed, tremulous
whisper, "Papa, what is that?" nestling closer to him as she spoke.
It was growing dusk, and a shadowy figure, dimly seen by the waning
light, had just emerged from the shadow of a large tree at some
distance down the drive. It was now stealing cautiously in their
direction.
"Don't be alarmed, dearest," Mr. Dinsmore said, tightening his clasp
of Elsie's slight form; "I presume it is some runaway whom hunger has
forced to show himself." Then calling to the figure which continued to
advance with slow, faltering steps, "Halt! Who are you, and what is
your business here?" he asked.
"I'se Zeke, massa," answered a trembling voice; "I'se come back to wuk,
an' hopes you won't be hawd on a po' niggah wha's repentin' an' pow'ful
sorry fo' takin' a holiday widout yo' leave, sah." Mr. Dinsmore made
no reply, and the man drew nearer. "I'se pow'ful sorry, massa," he
repeated, pausing at the foot of the veranda steps, and standing there
in a cringing attitude, his rags fluttering in the evening breeze,
the remnant of a straw hat in his hand; "hope you won't order me no
floggin'."
"If you choose to go back where you came from, I shall not interfere
with you, Zeke," returned Mr. Dinsmore, coolly.
"I'se done tired o' de swamp, sah; I'se like to starve to deff dar;
hain't tasted not de fust mawsel o' victuals fo' de las' two days."
"Oh, poor fellow, how hungry he must be!" exclaimed Elsie. "Papa, won't
you please give him something to eat?"
"He won't work, Elsie; since I have known him he has never earned his
salt."
"But, papa," she pleaded, "wouldn't it be wrong and cruel to let him
starve while we have plenty and to spare?"
"Would it? God's command is, 'Six days shalt thou labor and do all thy
work.' And Paul says to the Thessalonians, 'Even when we were with you,
this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he
eat.'"
Elsie turned to the suppliant. "Zeke, you hear what the Bible says, and
you know we must all obey its teachings."
"Yes, Miss Elsie, dat's true nuff."
"Then will you promise papa that if he feeds you now you will go to
work industriously to-morrow, if God spares your life?"
"Sho'n I will, Miss Elsie, 'cept I gets de misery in de back, or de
head, or somewheres else."
"He can always find a hole to creep out at, Elsie," Mr. Dinsmore said,
with a slight laugh; "those miseries never elude a determined search."
"But, Zeke," said Elsie, "you mustn't give up for a little misery; you
mustn't try to feel one."
"Sho' not; but dey jes' comes dere-selves, little missy."
"And some people give them every encouragement, while others work on
in spite of them," remarked his master, with some sternness of tone.
"I assure you, Zeke, that I have myself done many an hour's work while
enduring a racking headache."
"You, sah? T'ought you didn't never do no wuk."
"Just because you never saw me take hold of spade or hoe? One may toil
far harder with the mind, Zeke. Well, I will give you one more trial.
Go to the kitchen and tell Aunt Dinah, from me, that she is to give you
something to eat; and to-morrow you must go to work with the rest in
the field or--starve. And mind, if you have been without food as long
as you say, you mustn't eat nearly so much as you want to-night, or
you'll kill yourself."
"Tank you, sah, I 'cepts de conditions;" and with a low bow, first
to Mr. Dinsmore, then to Elsie, he turned and shambled off in the
direction of the kitchen.
"Papa, is he so very lazy?" asked Elsie.
"Very; he would do nothing but lie in the sun if allowed to follow his
own pleasure, though he is young, strong, and healthy. He disappeared
some days ago, but I permitted no search to be made for him, and
should have been better pleased had I never seen him again."
"Papa, perhaps he might do better at some other work; in the garden or
about the stables."
"Possibly. I think I shall try acting upon your suggestion."
"Oh, thank you, sir," she said. Then after a moment's thoughtful
silence: "Papa, we are sitting here doing nothing at all; yet I know
you must think it right, else you wouldn't do it, or let me."
"It is right: neither body nor mind was made capable of incessant
exertion; we need intervals of rest, and can accomplish more in the end
by taking them when needed. Jesus once said to His disciples, 'Come ye
yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest a while.'"
"Oh, yes! I remember it now," she said. "How good and kind, how
thoughtful for others, He always was! Papa, I do so want to be like
Him."
"I think you are, my darling," he answered in moved tones, and pressing
her closer to him; "like Him in sufficient measure for those who know
you in your daily life to 'take knowledge of you that you have been
with Jesus' and learned of Him."
"Papa, you couldn't say sweeter words to me," she whispered, with
her arm about his neck; and he felt a tear fall on his cheek. "And
you, papa; oh, I am sure no one could be long in your company without
feeling sure you were one of Jesus' disciples."
"I hope that is so," he said with feeling; "for, like you, I most
earnestly desire to honor Him by my daily walk and conversation, and to
be always and everywhere recognized as His servant."
Elsie, who had the kindest of hearts, thought of Zeke while her mammy
was preparing her for bed that night, and again while going through
the duties of her morning toilet. That completed, she hastened to her
father with a request that Zeke might be set to work in her own little
garden.
"Weeding and watering it would be very pleasant, easy work, I am sure,"
she added. "I like to do it myself."
"I doubt if Zeke would know weeds from flowers," her father said,
smiling down into the eager little face.
"But I will show him, papa, if I may."
"You may do just as you please about it," was the indulgent reply. "We
will have our reading and prayer together, and then you may send for
Zeke, and give him his instructions."
"Oh, thank you, papa!" she exclaimed, with as sincere joy and gratitude
as though she had won some great favor for herself.
Mr. Dinsmore rang for a servant, and sent a message to Zeke. He was
directed to make himself clean and decent, and come to the veranda for
further orders.
He obeyed. Elsie found him waiting there, and taking him to her garden
explained minutely what she wished him to do, calling his attention
particularly to the difference between the leaves of the weeds that
were to be uprooted and those of some annuals not yet in bloom.
He promised faithfully to attend to her directions and to be
industrious.
"Don't you think it's nicer, easier work than what you would have had
to do in the field?" she asked.
"Ya-as, Miss Elsie," he drawled, "but it's stoopin' all de same, and
I'se got de misery in de back."
She gave him a searching look, then said reproachfully, "O Zeke, you
don't look the least bit sick, and I can't help being afraid you
are really lazy. Remember God knows all about it, and is very much
displeased with you, if you are not speaking the truth."
"Sho I'se gwine to wuk anyhow, honey," he answered, with a sound
between a sigh and a groan, as he bent down and pulled up a weed.
"That's right," she said pleasantly, as she turned and left him.
An hour later, coming out to see what progress he was making, she found
nearly all her beloved annuals plucked up by the roots, and lying
withering among the weeds in the scorching sun.
"Oh, how could you, Zeke!" she cried, her eyes filling with tears.
"Why, what's de mattah, Miss Elsie?" he asked, gaping at her in
open-mouthed wonder, not unmixed with apprehension and dismay.
"Matter? You have been pulling up flowers as well as weeds. That is one
you have in your fingers now."
Zeke dropped it as if it had been a hot coal, and stood staring at it
where it lay wilting on the hot ground. "Sho, Miss Elsie, I didn't go
fo' to do no sech t'ing," he said plaintively; "t'ought I was doin'
'bout right. Shall I plant 'em agin?"
"No; they wouldn't grow," she said.
"Dis niggah's mighty sorry, Miss Elsie. You ain't gwine to hab him sent
back to de wuk in de field, is you?" he asked, with humble entreaty.
"I'm afraid that is all you are fit for, Zeke; but the decision rests
with papa. I will go and speak to him about it. Don't try to do any
more work here, lest you do more mischief," she said, turning toward
the house.
He hurried after her. "Please now, Miss Elsie, don' go for to 'suade
massa agin dis po' niggah."
"No, I shall not," she answered kindly; "perhaps there is something
else you can be set at about the house or grounds. But, Zeke," turning
to him and speaking very earnestly, "you will never succeed at anything
unless you strive against your natural laziness, and try to do your
best. That is what God bids us all do. He says, 'Whatsoever thy
hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.' 'Whatsoever ye do, do it
heartily, as to the Lord and not unto men.'"
"S'pect dat's so, Miss Elsie," he drawled; "but de Lawd He ain't gwine
to take no notice what a po' niggah's 'bout in de field or de garden."
"That's a great mistake, Zeke," she said. "His eye is always on
you--on everybody; and He is pleased with us if He sees us trying to
do faithfully the work He has given us, no matter how low the task
may seem to us or other human creatures, and displeased if we are not
trying to do it 'as to the Lord and not unto men.'"
"You ain't 'fended 'bout dose po' flowahs what dis po' niggah bin pull
up in a mistake, is you now, Miss Elsie?" he asked.
Evidently her religious teachings had made no more impression than the
idle whistling of the wind.
"No, Zeke, I only can't trust you again," she said, turning away with a
slight sigh over her failure to win him from his inborn indolence.
She hastened to her father with the story of what had occurred.
"Ah! it is about what I had expected," he said. "I am sorry for your
loss, but it can soon be repaired. Have you left Zeke there to finish
the work of destruction?"
"No, sir; I told him to stop till he heard from you."
"He shall go back to the field at once; there is no propriety in
giving him an opportunity to do further mischief," Mr. Dinsmore said,
with a decision that left no room for remonstrance; and summoning a
servant sent the order.
Elsie heard it with a sigh. "What now? You are not wasting pity on that
incorrigibly lazy wretch?" her father asked, drawing her caressingly to
his knee.
"I did hope to do him some good, papa," she sighed, "and I'm
disappointed that I can't."
"There may be other opportunities in the future," he said. "And do not
fret about the flowers. You are welcome to claim all in my gardens and
conservatories."
"How good and generous you always are to me, you dear father!" she
said, thanking him with a hug and kiss, while her face grew bright with
love and happiness. "No, I won't fret; how wicked it would be for one
who has so many blessings! But, papa, I can't help feeling sorry for
the little tender plants, plucked up so rudely by the roots and left
to perish in the broiling sun. They were live things, and it seems as
if they must have felt it all, and suffered almost as an insect or an
animal would."
Her father smiled, and smoothed her hair with softly caressing hand.
"My little girl has a very tender heart, and is full of loving sympathy
for all living things," he said. "Ah, Travilla. Glad to see you!" as at
that instant that gentleman galloped up and dismounted.
"So am I, sir," Elsie said, leaving her father's knee to run with
outstretched hand to meet and welcome their guest.
He clasped the little hand in his, and held it for a moment, while he
bent down and kissed the sweet lips of its owner. "What news?" Mr.
Dinsmore asked, when he had given his friend a seat and resumed his own.
"None that I know of, except that I have come to your view (which is my
mother's also) of the subject we were discussing yesterday, and have
decided to act accordingly," Mr. Travilla answered, with a rarely sweet
smile directed to little Elsie.
"Oh!" she cried, her face growing radiant, "I am so glad, so very glad!"
"And I, too," said her father. "I am sure you will never regret having
come out boldly on the Lord's side."
"No; my only regret will be that I delayed so long enrolling myself
among His professed followers. I now feel an ardent desire to be known
and recognized as His servant, and am ready to go forward, trusting
implicitly His many great and precious promises to help me all my
journey through."
"'Being confident of this very thing, that He which hath begun a good
work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ'?" quoted Mr.
Dinsmore inquiringly.
"Yes," said Mr. Travilla, "for He is able to keep that which I have
committed unto Him; able to keep even me from falling."
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Chapter Third.
AUNT WEALTHY.
Dr. Landreth and his party reached Philadelphia in due season, arriving
in health and safety, having met with no accident or loss by the way.
Mrs. Dinsmore found her father and the family carriage waiting for her
and her baby boy at the depot.
The others took a hack and drove to the Girard House, where Miss
Stanhope, who had been visiting friends in the neighborhood of the
city, had appointed to meet them, that they and she might journey
westward in company. She was there waiting for them in a private parlor.
The meeting was a joyful one to the two ladies, who, though always
warmly attached, had now been separated for a number of years. They
clasped each other in a long, tender embrace; then Mildred introduced
her husband, and exhibited her baby with much pride and delight; Annis,
too, for she had quite grown out of Aunt Wealthy's recollection, and
had scarce any remembrance of the old lady, except from hearing her
spoken of by the other members of the family.
The travellers were weary with their journey, and there was much to
hear and tell; so the remainder of that day was given up to rest and
talk, a part of the latter being on the arrangement of their plans.
Mildred proposed that they should take a week or more for rest and
shopping, then turn their faces homeward.
"You must allow some time for sight-seeing, my dear," said her husband.
"It would be a great shame to carry Annis all the way out to Indiana
again without having shown her the lions of Philadelphia."
"Oh, certainly she must see them," said Mildred. "You can show them to
her while Aunt Wealthy and I are shopping."
"You intend, then, to shut me out of that business? How shall I know
that you will not be ruining me?"
"My dear," said Mildred, laughing, "you forget how rich you have made
me. I shall have no occasion to ruin anybody but myself."
"And as for me," remarked Miss Stanhope drily, "I have my own purse."
"And father has sent money to buy Ada's things, mother's, and Fan's,
too," added Annis. "But, Milly, I must have some share in the shopping,
too. I expect to enjoy that as much as the sight-seeing."
Mildred assured her she should have as much as she wanted, adding,
"But there will be a good deal which will not be likely to interest
you--napery and other housekeeping goods, for instance."
"Your share of those things will interest me, and must be paid for from
my purse," put in the doctor.
"Quite a mistake," said Miss Stanhope; "those are the very things a
bride or her parents are expected to supply."
"But Mildred is no longer a bride. Milly, my dear, I want you to help
me to select a dress for the bride that is to be."
Mildred looked up with a pleased smile. "Just like you, Charlie; always
thoughtful and generous!"
Ada Keith was the coming bride. She and Frank Osborne had been engaged
for some weeks, and expected to marry in the fall. This news had
increased Annis's desire to get home. She wanted, she said, to see how
Mr. Osborne and Ada acted, and whether they looked very happy.
"And just to think," she added, "when they're married Fan will be Miss
Keith, and we two will be the young ladies of the family."
"Ah, indeed! How old may you be, my little maid?" laughed the doctor.
"Most thirteen," returned the little girl, drawing herself up with an
air of importance.
"A very young young lady, most decidedly," he said with a humorous
look, bending down to pinch her rosy cheek as he spoke.
"I'm growing older every day," she answered demurely, edging away from
him. "Father told me a year ago that I'd soon be a woman."
"Quite soon enough, dear; don't try to hurry matters," said Aunt
Wealthy. "You can never be a little girl again."
Mildred, having brought a competent nurse with her thus far on her
journey, a colored woman who would serve her in the care of little
Percy while they remained in Philadelphia, then return to the South
with Mrs. Dinsmore, was able to give herself to the shopping without
distraction.
As she had foreseen, the greater part of that work fell to her and Miss
Stanhope, Dr. Landreth and Annis accompanying them constantly for a
day or two only, after that for an hour or so when something was to be
purchased in which they were specially interested.
But the two ladies were equal to the demand upon them; Mildred had had
a good deal of experience in shopping in the last few years, and Miss
Stanhope was a veteran at the business--an excellent judge of qualities
and prices--yet by reason of her absent-mindedness needed to have her
knowledge supplemented by the collected wits of her niece.
The old lady's odd ways and speeches often caused no little amusement
to all within sight and hearing.
One day she, her two nieces, and Dr. Landreth were in a large,
handsomely appointed dry-goods store, looking at silks and other costly
dress fabrics.
They had made several selections, and while the doctor and Mildred paid
for and saw the goods cut off and put up, Miss Stanhope moved on to the
farther end of the room, where she saw, as she thought, an open doorway
leading into another of similar dimensions and appearance.
As she attempted to pass through the doorway she found herself
confronted by a little old lady rather plainly attired. Miss Stanhope
nodded pleasantly, and stepped to the right. At the same instant her
_vis-à-vis_ nodded also, and stepped to her left, so that they were
still in each other's way. Miss Stanhope moved quickly to the other
side, but the stranger doing likewise, they did not succeed in passing.
Miss Stanhope stood still, so did the other, and for an instant they
gazed steadily into each other's eyes.
Then Miss Stanhope spoke in a gentle, ladylike, yet slightly impatient
tone: "I should like to go on into that part of the store, if you will
kindly permit me. Take whichever side you will; or, if you please,
stand where you are and let me step past you."
She attempted to do so, but again the stranger moved directly in front
of her.
"Madam," said Miss Stanhope, unconsciously raising her voice slightly,
"I will stand still if you will be good enough to step out of my way."
There was neither reply nor movement, but Miss Stanhope's ear caught
sounds of suppressed laughter coming from various directions in her
rear, and a clerk, stepping to her side, said, with an unsuccessful
attempt to preserve gravity of countenance and steadiness of tone,
"Excuse me, madam, but you are standing before a mirror. There is no
doorway there."
"Dear me! so I am! What an old simpleton not to recognize my own face!"
she exclaimed, joining good-naturedly in the laugh her mistake had
raised.
"Very good evidence that you are lacking in the vanity that leads
some to a frequent contemplation of their own features," remarked the
proprietor politely.
"Ah, sir, an old woman like me has small temptation to that," she
returned.
"What was it, Aunt Wealthy? What are you all laughing at?" asked Annis,
joining her.
"Just at a foolish mistake of your old auntie's, my dear, taking a
mirror for an open doorway, and her own reflection for another woman
who wouldn't get out of her way."
Annis could not help laughing a little, though she tried not to, lest
she should hurt the dear old lady's feelings.
"I'm not much surprised, auntie," she said, gazing into the mirror,
"for it does seem like looking into another store. I think I might
have made that mistake myself; but I never could have taken you for
anybody else, and it's odd you didn't know yourself."
"Ah, dearie, self-knowledge is said to be the most rare and difficult
thing in the world," returned Miss Stanhope pleasantly. "But come, I
see the doctor and Milly are waiting for us."
"We are going to some trimming stores now, Aunt Wealthy," said Mildred,
"and you will be able to match your zephyrs, I hope."
"Yes; I'll have my samples out ready to show," the old lady answered,
taking them from a small satchel which she carried upon her arm. "You
and the doctor walk on. Annis and I will follow. Take tight hold
of my arm, dearie," she added, holding it out as they stepped into
the street, "lest you should get separated from me and lost in the
crowd--the streets are so full, and everybody seems in the greatest
hurry."
"Yes," said Annis, doing as she was bidden, "so different from Pleasant
Plains; there one can hurry along or not as one likes without being
jostled. There! Milly and Brother Charlie have gone into a store, and
we must follow."
They hastened in, almost out of breath from their rapid walk. Miss
Stanhope gently shook off Annis's hand, stepped to a counter, holding
out her samples of zephyr, and addressing a clerk, remarked, "These are
lovely colors!"
"Yes," said the girl, staring; "but what of it, ma'am?"
"My aunt wishes to match them," said Annis with dignity, resenting the
half-insolent tone of the girl.
"Oh! go to the next counter."
They moved on, Miss Stanhope smiling to herself at her own mistake,
Annis with cheeks burning with indignation at the girl's rude stare and
supercilious tone.
"Don't forget what you want this time, auntie," she whispered, as they
paused before the next counter.
"No, dearie, but you mustn't mind your old auntie's blunders."
This time they were waited upon by a sweet-faced, modest maiden, who
showed herself both obliging and respectful.
Miss Stanhope found just what she wanted. But Mildred was not ready to
go yet, and while waiting for her the old lady and the little girl
amused themselves in examining the various contents of a showcase.
Annis admired a necklace of amber beads, and Aunt Wealthy bought it for
her; also another nearly like it for Fan.
"Anything else, ma' am?" asked the saleswoman, as she wrapped them up.
"Yes; one of those little purses," said Miss Stanhope; "it is just what
I want for small change and the trunk of my key, which I always carry
in my pocket when travelling."
With a slight smile the saleswoman handed out several.
Miss Stanhope made her selection, and the query, "Anything else?" was
repeated.
"Oh, yes!" exclaimed the old lady, as with sudden recollection; "have
you any remnants?"
"Remnants? of what?"
"Dress goods."
"Oh, no; we keep nothing but trimmings and notions."
Mildred had finished her purchases, and coming up at that moment,
asked, "What is it, Aunt Wealthy?"
"Remnants."
"Oh, yes; of course you will want a supply of them," returned Mildred,
with a good-humored, slightly amused smile; "and yet what use can you
make of them now? Even Annis has grown too large for a remnant to make
her a dress."
"But there's Percy, and Zillah's boy, too," was the prompt reply;
"besides, they can be put to many uses about a house."
"Mightn't a remnant be big enough to make an apron for a lady even?"
asked Annis.
"Yes," said Mildred; "and as I know auntie enjoys buying them, we will
look for some."
They started at once on the quest, and Miss Stanhope was quite elated
and triumphant on finding, in two different stores, two remnants of
beautiful lawn, exactly alike, which together would make an ample dress
pattern for Annis, besides others that could be utilized for aprons
for her and Fan, dresses for the baby boys, or patchwork for quilts.
Remnants were quite a hobby with the old lady, and she could never feel
quite satisfied with the results of a shopping expedition that did not
include some bargains in that line.
Returning to their hotel they found letters from the Oaks and from
home awaiting them.
"Ah, Milly," remarked the doctor, with satisfaction, as he glanced over
his, "here are our measures. Rupert sends them."
"Then they are sure to be right," she responded.
"Measures for what?" inquired Miss Stanhope.
"Wall paper and carpets for our new house; it is ready for them."
"Oh, how nice!" cried Annis, clapping her hands. "May I go with you to
choose them, Brother Charlie?"
"We will be pleased to have your company and the benefit of your
taste," was the gallant rejoinder, "Aunt Wealthy's also."
"Thank you," said Miss Stanhope, absently. "I'm glad you're so near
being done with your house, and I think it's a good plan to buy your
paper here; but I'm afraid you'll have to put it on yourselves; for
though I remember there were some painterers in Pleasant Plains when I
was there, I don't think there were any papers at all, and everybody's
walls were whitewashed, as far as I can recollect."
"But you know that was some years ago, auntie," said Mildred, "and a
good many luxuries have been introduced since then, paper-hangers among
the rest."
"And the Keith family are so handy that they can easily do such work
for themselves, if necessary," laughed Annis. "The boys really did
paper our house, and paint it, too. Do you see, Milly," holding up a
letter, "this is from Elsie. She says she is having a lovely time all
alone with her papa, but misses us ever so much, and hopes we will come
back to spend next winter at the Oaks."
"Tell her, when you write, that we are greatly obliged, but the journey
is quite too long to take twice a year," returned Mildred gayly.
"And we couldn't spend every winter away from father and mother," added
Annis. "Oh, how glad I shall be to get home to them, and Fan, and the
rest! How soon can we start?"
"Time's up in another week," answered the doctor, "and I judge, by the
rate at which we've been going through the shopping and sight-seeing,
that we'll be ready by then."
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Chapter Fourth.
"Gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!"--HOOD.
A beautiful spring day was drawing to a close as two persons--a young
man and a maiden--seated themselves on a fallen tree on the western
bank of the St. Joseph River. They had strolled a long distance from
home, leaving the noise and bustle of the town far behind. They were a
trifle weary with their walk, and it was pleasant to sit here and rest
in the cool evening air, sweet with the scent of wildwood flowers, with
the grass green about their feet, and no sound to break the stillness
save the song of the cricket, the gentle murmur of the breeze in the
tree-tops, and the soft ripple of the water flowing swiftly onward,
so bright and clear that it reflected, as in a mirror, its own grassy
wooded banks and the rich purple, gold, and amber of the sunset clouds,
while the pebbly bottom, with fishes great and small darting hither
and thither, could be distinctly seen.
For some time the two sat there silently, hand in hand, the girl's
eyes gazing steadily down into the water, her companion's fixed upon
her face with an expression of ardent admiration and intense, yearning
affection. It was a noble countenance, at this moment thoughtful and
grave, even to sadness.
"Ada, my love," he said at length, "it is a hard thing I am asking of
you. I am ashamed of my selfishness."
"No, no! do not talk so. How could I bear to let you go alone, you
who have no one in the wide world but me?" she answered, in a low,
tremulous tone, her eyes still upon the water; then suddenly turning
toward him, her face flushing with enthusiasm, her eyes shining
through tears, "But it is not you that ask it of me, Frank; no, not
you, but One who has every right; for has He not redeemed me with His
own precious blood? Is He not my Creator, Preserver, and bountiful
Benefactor, and have I not given myself to Him, soul and body, in an
everlasting covenant? And shall I keep back any part of the price? Oh,
no, no! Let me but make sure that it is His voice I hear saying, 'This
is the way; walk ye in it,' and I am ready to leave all and follow Him,
though it be to the ends of the earth."
"My darling," he said with emotion, tightening his clasp of the hand
he held, "you have the right spirit; you view this matter in the right
light. Yes, we are His, both of us, and may our only question of duty
ever be, 'Lord, what wilt thou have me to do?' But if we see it our
duty to go, the sacrifice I make will be as nothing to yours, my sweet
girl."
"Yet it will not be small, Frank. To leave forever one's dear native
land is no slight thing, especially when it is to live among heathen
people--low, cruel, degraded idolators."
"That is true; and yet--oh, is there not joy in the thought of telling
the old, old story of Jesus and His love to those who have never heard
it, and who, if we do not carry it to them, may never hear it?"
"Yes, yes, indeed! and in the thought that we are literally obeying
His command, 'Go ye into all the world and preach the Gospel to every
creature.' And how very slight will be our suffering and self-denial
compared to His!"
"But, Frank, how shall we determine this question? How know whether we
are truly called to this great work? Ah, it does not seem possible that
I should ever be deemed worthy of such honor!"
"We will continue to make it a subject of constant, earnest prayer,"
he said, "asking to be guided to a right decision; also we will open
our hearts to your parents, and consult them. If they refuse consent
to your going, we will see in that an indication that the Lord's will
is not that we should go. Laborers are needed here also, and it may be
that He will appoint us our work in this part of His vineyard."
"Yes," she said; "I could never feel it right to go if father and
mother should oppose it. Yet I am sure they will not, if they see
reason to believe we are called of the Master; for ever since I can
remember their most ardent wish for their children has been that they
might be entirely devoted to His service."
At that very moment the honored parents of whom she spoke, sitting side
by side in the vine-covered porch of their home, resting after the
labors of the day, were talking of their children, and rejoicing in the
well-founded belief that most, if not all, of them had already given
themselves to that blessed service.
They spoke of Mildred and Annis, the eldest and youngest, now on the
way home after their winter at the Oaks; of Rupert, their eldest son,
a prosperous and highly respected man of business; Cyril, absent at
college; Zillah, with her husband and babe, living just across the
street; of Ada and her betrothed; and, lastly, of the only two just
then in sight--Don and Fan--down in the garden, seated on a bench under
a spreading tree, the lad whittling, his sister watching him, with
hands lying idly in her lap.
There was languor in the droop of her slender figure; the eyes that
rested now upon Don's face, now on his work, were unnaturally large and
bright, and though a rich color glowed in her cheeks, her features were
thin and sharp.
"Stuart," said Mrs. Keith, in low, slightly tremulous tones, gazing
fixedly at Fan as she spoke, "I am growing uneasy about that child; she
is not well. She scarcely complains, but is losing flesh and strength
very fast of late."
"Only because she is growing so rapidly, I think, Marcia," he said;
"see what a brilliant color she has."
"Not the bloom of health, I fear," sighed the mother. "I am very glad
Dr. Landreth will be here soon. I hope he may be able to do something
for her."
"I hope so, indeed. Perhaps it is change of climate and scene she
needs. Probably it would have been better had she gone with the others
last fall."
"I don't know; it is too late to think of it now, but if Charlie
recommends a trip, we must manage to give it to her."
"Certainly; and in that case you will have to go too, for I doubt if
anything could induce Fan to leave her mother."
"No; what a dear, affectionate child she is! And how she and Don cling
to each other."
In the pause that followed that last remark Fan's low, clear tones came
distinctly to their ears.
"Ah, now I see what you are making, Don; a spoon, isn't it?"
"Yes; it'll be very useful in the journey across the plains."
"Whose journey?"
"Mine," he said; then sang gayly:
"O California! oh, that's the land for me!
I'm bound for Sacramento,
With the washbowl on my knee."
"That's the tune of 'O Susannah,'" she said, as he ceased; "but where
did you get those words?"
"Haven't you heard it before?" he asked. "They've been singing it all
over town; the gold fever's raging, and a lot of fellows are talking of
going off across the plains to the California diggings. If they do, I'd
like to make one of the party."
The parents, silently listening, exchanged glances of mingled surprise
and concern, while Fan exclaimed, "O Don, you can't be in earnest?"
"You'd better believe I am," laughed the lad. "Why, it would be the
greatest fun in the world, I think, to go and dig gold."
"Exceedingly hard work, my boy," Mr. Keith said, raising his voice that
it might reach the lad.
Don started and turned his head. He had not thought of any one but Fan
hearing his talk.
"But we wouldn't mind working very hard indeed for a little while to
make a fortune, father," he answered in a lively tone, springing up
and advancing to the steps of the porch, Fan following, and seating
herself upon them.
"Ah, but who can insure the making of the fortune?" asked Mr. Keith
gravely. "Where one will succeed, Don, probably hundreds will fail
and die of the great hardships to be encountered in the search
for gold--the exhausting toil, scanty fare, and exposure to the
inclemencies of the weather. It cannot fail to be a rough and toilsome
life, full of danger and temptation, too; for the desperadoes and
outlaws from all parts of the country, if not of the world, are always
among the first to rush to such places; and even men who behaved
respectably at home often throw off all restraint there, and act like
savages."
"Think, too, of the dangers to be encountered by the way, Don," said
his mother; "a trackless wilderness to cross, supplies of food and
water perhaps giving out, to say nothing of perils from wild beasts and
hostile Indians."
"Oh, mother," he said, "if you'd ever been a boy you'd know that danger
has great attractions sometimes."
"But oh, Don," exclaimed Fan, "just think what mother, and I, and all
of us would be suffering from anxiety on your account!"
"Ah, but you'd feel paid for it all when you saw me come home with my
pockets full of gold!"
"Gold far too dearly bought, if you came back to us a rough, hardened
man, instead of the dear boy you are now," said his mother.
"I've no notion of ever becoming a rough, mother mine," returned the
lad in a half-playful tone; "and what is virtue worth that can't stand
temptation?"
"Not much, my son," said his father gravely; "but what mockery to pray,
'Lead us not into temptation,' and then rush needlessly into it. But
let the subject drop, for I am quite resolved never to give my consent
to so wild a project."
The boy's face clouded, but, accustomed to obedience, he ventured no
reply. "Here, Fan, I'll give this to you," he said, handing her the now
finished spoon.
"Thank you; it is very pretty," she returned, regarding it admiringly.
"Fan, dear, I think the dew is beginning to fall," said Mrs.
Keith, rising; "come in; come both of you. We will adjourn to the
sitting-room."
They did so, and were there presently joined by Frank and Ada, who
came in hand in hand, their faces full of a strange mixture of joy and
sorrow. Mrs. Keith sat in a low rocking-chair, softly passing her hand
over Fan's hair and cheek, the young girl having seated herself on a
stool at her mother's side, and laid her head in her lap.
They, as well as Mr. Keith and Don, seemed to be silently musing as
the other two entered. But all four looked up at the sound of their
footsteps, and Mrs. Keith, noticing the unusual expression of their
countenances, asked a little anxiously, "What is it, Ada, my child?"
Ada opened her lips to reply, but no sound came from them. Hastily
withdrawing her hand from Frank's she sprang forward, and knelt beside
her sister.
"Mother, oh, mother, how can I ever leave you!" she exclaimed, tears
coursing down her cheeks.
Mrs. Keith was much surprised, knowing of no adequate cause for such
emotion, especially in one usually so calm and undemonstrative as Ada.
"Dear child," she said, caressing her, "we will hope never to be too
far apart for frequent intercourse. Frank's present charge is but a
few miles distant."
"But, mother, he thinks he is called to foreign missions," Ada returned
in trembling tones; "can you let me go? Can you give me to that work?"
The query, so sudden, so unexpected, sent a keen pang to the tender
mother's heart. With a silent caress she drew her loved child closer,
and they mingled their tears together.
"What--what is this I hear, Frank?" asked Mr. Keith huskily, starting
up and drawing nearer the little group; for Frank had followed Ada, and
stood looking down upon her, his features working with emotion.
With an effort he controlled it, and in a few words gave the desired
information. "He had for some time felt an increasing interest in the
foreign work, and desire to give himself to it should it be made plain
that he was called of God to that part of the field."
"Oh no, no!" cried Fan, putting her arms about her sister's neck, "we
can't spare you. Why mayn't Frank work for the Master here as well as
there? Laborers are needed in both places."
"Very true," said Frank, "and I trust our earnest desire is to be
guided to that part of the vineyard where the Master would have us."
"It shall be my prayer that you may," said the mother with emotion,
drawing Ada's head to a resting-place on her breast as she spoke; "and
dearly, dearly as I love my child, hard as it will be to part with her,
I cannot hesitate for a moment if the Master calls her to go."
"No, nor can I," Mr. Keith said, sighing and bending down to stroke
Ada's hair in tender, fatherly fashion.
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Chapter Fifth.
"Home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polish'd friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss."
--THOMSON'S _Seasons_.
The sweetest of May mornings; the sun shines brightly in a sky of
heavenly blue, wherein float soft, fleecy clouds of snowy whiteness,
casting faint shadows now here, now there, over the landscape. The
forest trees have donned their spring robes of tender green, and at
their feet the earth is carpeted with grass spangled with myriads of
lovely wild flowers of varied hues; the air is redolent of their sweet
breath and vocal with the songs of the birds in the tree-tops and all
the pleasant sounds of rural life. Everything seems so bright, so
fresh, and new that Annis, as the stage rolls rapidly onward, bringing
her every moment nearer home, is almost wild with delight, while the
older members of the party, if less demonstrative, are scarcely less
happy.
They counted the miles, as those at home were counting the hours and
the minutes. The journey from Philadelphia to Northern Indiana was far
more tedious and wearisome in those days than it is now, and they were
tired enough of travel to be glad to reach their journey's end; rest
would be delightful; but it was the thought of home and dear ones that
constituted their chief joy.
The stage was due in Pleasant Plains just at noon, and to-day, having
no hinderance from bad weather or bad roads, arrived punctually to the
minute. The mail was dropped at the post-office, a passenger at the
hotel.
"To Lawyer Keith's next?" queried the driver, bending down from his
high seat to bestow a roguish look and smile upon the impatient Annis.
"Yes," Dr. Landreth said, "we all belong there."
The stage was sweeping on again before he had half finished his
sentence.
In another minute it drew up at the gate, and oh the greetings, the
embraces that followed! the happy laughter, the looks of love, the
tears of joy! for to the younger ones the separation had seemed very
long, as, indeed, so far as Miss Stanhope was concerned, it really had
been.
The mutual affection of herself and niece was like that of mother and
daughter, and they had not seen each other's faces for more than ten
years. All the family loved the old lady, and she came in for her full
share of the joyous welcome. Zillah was there with her husband and
babe, and Ada had her betrothed by her side.
They sat down to dinner together, a large and happy party, most of them
more disposed for conversation, however, than for doing justice to the
fare upon which Celestia Ann had expended much thought and skill.
She was still with Mrs. Keith, devotedly attached to her and the whole
family, and no one had bestowed a heartier hug upon Annis, Mildred, or
even Aunt Wealthy, than this somewhat forward but very warm-hearted
maiden.
"You don't none o' ye eat half as much as you'd orter, considerin' what
a sight o' trouble I took a-gettin' up this dinner," she grumbled, as
she waited on the table. "I remembered all your likings--Miss Milly's,
and Miss Stanhope's, and Annis's--and done my best to foller 'em all.
I broiled the chickings, and smashed the 'taters, and took a sight o'
pains with the pies and puddin's; but you don't none o' you seem to
'preciate it, 'thout it's Don there, for here I'm a-carryin' out yer
plates half full every time."
"That's because we have been so bountifully helped," said Mildred.
"Father has heaped my plate with enough for two or three meals. So you
mustn't feel hurt, Celestia Ann, for I assure you I find your cookery
delicious."
"So do I," said Annis. "I haven't tasted as good since we left the
Oaks."
A chorus of complimentary remarks followed from the rest of the
company, and Celestia Ann's wounded vanity was appeased.
"Fan," Dr. Landreth remarked, looking across the table at her, "I think
you are the worst delinquent of all of us; you have eaten scarcely
anything, and I suspect it is no new thing, for you have grown thin
since I saw you last."
"Father says it's because I'm growing so fast," Fan said, blushing
with embarrassment, as she felt that all eyes were turned upon her.
"It's spring-time, too, and that is apt to make one lose appetite and
strength."
"I dare say you need change," remarked Annis wisely. "You see how well
and strong I am; don't you wish now you'd gone South with us?"
"No; I wouldn't have missed the nice time I've had with mother for
anything," returned Fan, her eyes seeking her mother's face with a look
of fond affection.
Mrs. Keith's answering smile was very sweet. "Yes," she said, "Fan and
I have had a very pleasant, happy time together. And now, with all our
dear ones restored," glancing fondly from Annis to Mildred and Aunt
Wealthy, "we shall be happier than ever."
"Home's a good place," remarked Don, pushing away his plate, and
settling himself back in his chair with the air of one whose appetite
is fully satisfied, "but I, for one, would like to see something of the
world."
"Time enough yet, my boy," remarked Dr. Landreth laughingly; "you may
well feel thankful that you are not forced out into it now, before you
are fully prepared for the battle of life."
Don looked slightly vexed and impatient. "Yes," he said, "that's the
way you all talk; it's wait, wait, wait, instead of 'strike while the
iron's hot.'"
"What iron?" inquired Mildred, with a look half of interest, half of
amusement.
"I want to go to California and dig gold," blurted out the boy; "but
father and mother won't hear of it, though there's a large party
starting from here next week."
"Oh, Don, what an idea!" exclaimed Mildred. "I'm glad you can't win
consent."
"I too," said the doctor. "Don, if you knew what the life is you would
not want to try it. I have had experience of it, you remember."
"Who are going from here?" asked Mildred.
Quite a list of names was given in reply, including those of several of
her familiar acquaintance.
"How will they go?" she asked, a look of grave concern coming over her
face.
"Across the plains," answered Rupert, "in wagons drawn by ox-teams. It
can't fail to be a slow and toilsome journey."
"And a dangerous one as well," added his mother, with a deprecating
look at Don.
"Yes, I know," said the lad, "but I'm fairly spoiling for a taste of
that, mother," he added, with a laugh.
She shook her head. "Ah, my boy, I wish you knew when you were well
off."
They left the table, and flocked into the parlor; but Mrs. Keith drew
Dr. Landreth aside, and whispered in his sympathizing ear her anxiety
in regard to Fan. She described every symptom without reserve, then
asked, with a look of deep solicitude, "What do you think of the case?"
"You must allow me a little time to study it, mother," he said; "but
I trust it will prove nothing serious. She must have rest, a tonic, a
daily walk of such length as she can take without undue fatigue, and
frequent drives. Those I can give her as I visit my country patients."
"Thank you," she said. "I have been very impatient for your return on
the dear child's account."
"What is that you are talking of, mother?" Mildred asked, joining them.
"Of Fan, Milly; she hasn't seemed well for some time, and I have been
consulting the doctor about her."
Mildred's eyes filled. "My darling little sister!" she exclaimed. "I
hope it is nothing serious?" She turned an eager, inquiring look upon
her husband.
"We will hope not, Milly," he said cheerfully. "As your father says,
she is growing fast, and, besides, this warm spring weather is apt
to cause a feeling of languor. I trust that with tender care and
watchfulness we may be able to help her to grow into strong, healthful
womanhood."
Both mother and sister looked relieved, and presently they rejoined the
others.
Frank Osborne was just taking leave. He must return to the duties of
his charge, and might not see them again for several days.
Ada left the room with her betrothed for a few last words.
When she entered the parlor again Aunt Wealthy, making room for her
on the sofa by her side, asked, "Are you to be settled near Pleasant
Plains, dear?" adding, "I hope so, for it would be very hard for you to
go far from father and mother, brothers and sisters, and for them to
have you do so."
Ada could not answer for a moment, and when she found her voice it was
tremulous with emotion.
"We do not know yet, Aunt Wealthy," she said. "It will be hard to leave
home and dear ones, but we are ready and willing to go wherever the
Lord may send us."
"Ada, what do you mean?" asked Mildred. "Surely, Frank has no thought
of seeking a foreign field?"
"Can't you give me up if the Master calls me away, Milly?" asked Ada,
taking her sister's hand and pressing it fondly in hers.
"In that case I would not dare hold you back if I could; His claim is
far stronger than mine," Mildred said, with emotion.
Then the whole story came out, and the matter was discussed in a family
council.
But they could go no farther than the expression of their opinions
and wishes. Frank had already offered himself to the Board of Foreign
Missions, and his going depended upon their acceptance or rejection.
"I hope they'll say, 'No, we think you can find enough to do where you
are,'" said Annis playfully, but with eyes full of tears, putting her
arms around Ada's neck and laying her cheek to hers as she spoke. "I'm
sure I don't know what we should ever do without you!" she went on. "I
don't like to have you go away even as far as the country church where
Frank preaches now."
"Well, dear, we won't borrow trouble; 'sufficient unto the day is the
evil thereof,'" Ada said, holding her close, and fondly kissing the
rosy cheek.
"'And as thy days, so shall thy strength be,'" added Mrs. Keith. "Our
blessed Master will never lay upon any of us a heavier burden than He
gives us strength to bear."
"No," said Rupert. "And now--to turn to a pleasanter theme than the
possibility of losing Ada--Mildred, don't you want to go and take a
look at your new house, you, and the doctor, and anybody else that
cares to see it?"
"Oh, is it done?" cried Annis, suddenly forgetting her grief and
loosening her hold of Ada to clap her hands with delight.
"Yes, all but the papering and painting," replied Rupert.
"I move we all go in a body," said Mildred gayly.
"So many of us! People would stare," objected Fan, with her usual
timidity.
"What matter if they should?" laughed Mildred. "But it is only a step,
and there are very few neighbors near enough to watch our proceedings."
"And why shouldn't we be independent and do as we please?" remarked Don
loftily. "I vote in the affirmative. Come, let's go."
"A dozen of us, without counting the babies," murmured Fan, with a
little sigh. But she tried on the dainty white muslin sun-bonnet her
mother handed her, took Don's offered arm, and went with the rest.
As they passed from room to room Mildred's eyes shone with pleasure.
The plan of the house was the joint work of herself and husband,
embodying their ideas in regard to comfort and convenience. Rupert had
been left in charge of the work during their absence, and had acquitted
himself of the trust to their entire satisfaction.
Both returned him warm thanks, Mildred saying again and again, "I am
delighted, Ru; you have not forgotten or neglected the least of our
wishes."
"I am very glad it pleases you, Milly," he said, with a gratified look.
"It has been a labor of love to attend to it for you."
"It is quite done except the work of the papers and painterers, is it
not?" queried Aunt Wealthy.
"Yes," said the doctor; "and we will set the painters at work
to-morrow; the paperers as soon as our boxes of goods arrive."
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Chapter Sixth.
"We all do fade as a leaf."--Isa. 64:6.
Dr. Landreth and Mildred gladly availed themselves of a pressing
invitation to take up their old quarters at her father's until such
time as their own house should be entirely ready for occupancy.
There was general rejoicing in the family that that time was not yet;
they were so glad to have Mildred with them once more. Nor did she
regret the necessity for continuing a little longer a member of her
father's household, especially considering that this was Ada's last
summer at home.
There was always a community of interests among them, a sharing of
each other's joys and sorrows, a bearing of each other's burdens, and
so all were very busy, now helping Mildred prepare bedding and napery,
curtains, etc., and now Ada with her trousseau, and everything that
could be thought of to add to her comfort in the foreign land to which
she was going; for in due time Frank Osborne received word that he had
been accepted by the Board.
Many tears were shed over that news, yet not one of those who loved her
so dearly would have held Ada back from the service to which the Master
had called her. She was His far more than theirs, and they were His,
and would gladly give to Him of their best and dearest.
Others had given up their loved ones to go in search of gold--the
wealth of this world, that perishes with the using--parting from
them with almost breaking hearts; and should they shrink from a like
sacrifice for Him who had bought them with His own precious blood? and
to send the glad news of His salvation to those perishing for lack of
knowledge?
The train of emigrants for California had left at the set time, their
relatives and friends--in some cases wives and children--parting from
them as from those who were going almost out of the world, and might
never be seen again.
A journey to California is accounted no great thing in these days, when
one may travel all the way by rail; but in those times, when it was by
ox-teams and wagons, across thousands of miles of trackless wilderness,
over which wild beasts and savage Indians ranged, it was a perilous
undertaking.
So they who went and they who stayed behind parted as those who had but
slight hope of ever meeting again in this lower world.
Nearly the whole town gathered to see the train of wagons set forth,
and even Don Keith, as he witnessed the final leave-takings, the
clinging embraces, the tearful, sobbing adieus, was not more than half
sorry that he was not going along.
Fan drew the acknowledgment from him later in the day, when she
overheard him softly singing to himself:
"'I jumped aboard the old ox-team,
And cracked my whip so free;
And every time I thought of home,
I wished it wasn't me.'"
"Yes, that would have been the way with you, Don, I'm sure," Fan said;
"so be wise in time, and don't try it, even if father should consent."
"I don't know," he said, turning toward her with a roguish twinkle in
his eye; "I think another part of the song suits me better:
"'We'll dig the mountains down,
We'll drain the rivers dry;
A million of the rocks bring home,
So, ladies, don't you cry.'"
"That's easier said than done, Don," Fan remarked, with a grave,
half-sad look. "Oh, brother dear, don't let the love of gold get
possession of you!"
"I don't love it for itself, Fan--I hope I never shall--but for what it
can do, what it can buy."
"It cannot buy the best things," she said, looking at him with dewy
eyes; "it cannot buy heaven, it cannot buy love, or health, or freedom
from pain; no, nor a clear conscience or quiet mind. It will seem of
small account when one comes to die."
"Don't talk of dying," he said a little uneasily; "we needn't think
much about that yet--you and I, who are both so young."
"But a great many die young, Don, even younger than we are to-day."
She laid her hand upon his arm as she spoke, and looked into his eyes
with tender sadness.
As he noted the words, the look, and the extreme attenuation of the
little hand, a sharp pang shot through his heart. Could it be that
Fan, his darling sister, was going to die? The thought had never
struck him before. He knew that she was not strong, that the doctor
was prescribing for her and taking her out driving every day, and he
had perceived that the older members of the family, particularly his
mother, were troubled about her, but had thought it was only permanent
loss of health they feared.
But the idea of death was too painful to be encouraged, and he put it
hastily from him. How could he ever do without Fan? There was less than
two years between them, and they had always been inseparable. No, he
would not allow himself to think of the possibility that she was about
to pass away from him to "that bourne whence no traveller returns."
He was glad that Annis joined them at that moment in mirthful mood.
"What's so funny, Ann?" he asked, seeing a merry twinkle in her eye.
"Oh, just some of Aunt Wealthy's odd mistakes. She was talking about
that first winter we spent here, when she was with us, you remember;
she said, 'The weather was very cold; many's the time I've had hard
work to get my hands up, my hair was so cold.' Then she was telling
something her doctor in Lansdale told her about a very dirty family he
was called to see. A child had the croup, and he made them put it into
a hot bath; he was still there the next morning, and saw them getting
breakfast; and telling about it Aunt Wealthy said, 'They used the water
to make the coffee that the child was bathed in.'"
"The doctor stayed and took breakfast with them, I suppose?" said Don
dryly.
"Not he," laughed Annis; "he said he was very hungry, and they were
kindly urgent with him to stay and eat, but he preferred taking a long,
cold ride before breaking his fast."
"I admire his self-denial," remarked Don, with gravity. "Anything else
of interest from Aunt Wealthy?"
"Yes," said Annis; "she was speaking of some religious book she had
been reading, and said she had bought it from a portcollier. And
yesterday, when I complained that I hated to darn my stockings, she
said, 'Oh, my dear, always attend to that; a stocking in a hole, or
indeed a glove either, is a sure sign of a sloven.'"
"Then," said Don gravely, "I trust you will be careful never to drop
yours into holes."
"Don't let us make game of dear, kind old Aunt Wealthy," Fan said, in a
gentle, deprecating tone.
"Oh, no, not for the world!" cried Annis, "but one can't help laughing
at her funny mistakes; and indeed she is as ready to do so as any one
else."
"Yes; and it's very nice in her," said Don.
For a while after that Don watched Fan closely, but noticing that she
was always cheerful, bright, and interested in all that was going on,
he dismissed his fears with the consoling idea that there could not be
anything serious amiss with her.
By midsummer Mildred was fairly settled in her own house, and work for
Ada was being pushed forward with energy and dispatch.
The wedding--a very quiet affair--took place in September. A few days
later the youthful pair bade a long farewell to relatives and friends,
and started for New York, whence they were to sail, early in October,
for China.
The parting was a sore trial to all, and no one seemed to feel it more
than Fan.
"Ada! Ada!" she sobbed, clinging about her sister's neck, "I shall
never, never see you again in this world!"
"Don't say that, darling," responded Ada in tones tremulous with
emotion. "I am not going out of the world, and probably we may be back
again in a few years on a visit."
"But I shall not be here," murmured Fan. "Something tells me I am going
on a longer journey than yours."
"I hope not," Ada said, scarcely able to speak. "You are depressed now
because you are not well, but I trust you will soon grow strong again,
and live many years to be a comfort and help to father and mother. I
used to plan to be the one to stay at home and take care of them in
their old age, but now, I think, that is to be your sweet task."
"I'd love to do it," Fan said; "I'd rather do that than anything else,
if it should please God to make me well and strong again."
"And if not, dear," Ada said, drawing her into a closer embrace, "He
will give you strength for whatever He has in store for you, whether it
be a life of invalidism, or an early call to that blessed land where
'the inhabitants shall not say, I am sick.'"
"Yes," was the whispered response; "and sometimes I feel that it is
very sweet just to leave it all with Him, and have no choice of my own."
"Thank God for that, my darling little sister!" Ada exclaimed with
emotion. "I have no fear for you now, for I am sure you are ready to go
if it shall please the Master to call you to Himself."
This little talk took place early in the day of Ada's departure, she
having stolen into Fan's room as soon as she was dressed, to ask how
the invalid had passed the night.
They were interrupted by the mother's entrance on the same errand.
Embracing both as they stood together, "My two dear daughters," she
said. Then to Fan, "You are up and dressed early for an ailing one, my
child."
"Yes, mother, I couldn't lie in bed this morning, the last that we
shall have Ada with us," Fan answered with a sob, and holding her
sister in a tighter clasp.
"The last for a time," Mrs. Keith returned cheerfully, though the tears
trembled in her eyes. "Missionaries come home sometimes on a visit,
you know, and we will look forward to that."
"And besides that, we know that we shall meet in the Father's house on
high; meet never to part again," whispered Ada, pressing her lips to
her mother's cheek, then to Fan's.
"But to be forever with the Lord," added Mrs. Keith. "Now, Fan dear,
sit down in your easy-chair till the call to breakfast, and after this
try to follow your Brother Charlie's advice--taking a good rest in the
morning, even if you have to breakfast in bed."
Unconsciously to herself as well as to others the excitement of the
preparations for Ada's wedding and life in a foreign land had been
giving Fan a fictitious strength, which immediately on her sister's
departure deserted her, and left her prostrate upon her bed.
Mother and the remaining sisters nursed her with the tenderest care,
and after a time she rallied so far as to be about the house again and
drive out occasionally in pleasant weather; but the improvement was
only temporary, and before the winter was over it became apparent to
all that Fan was passing away to the better land.
To all but Don and Annis. He refused to believe it, and she, with the
hopefulness of childhood, was always "sure dear darling Fan would soon
be better."
For many weeks the mother shrank from having her fears confirmed;
often, as she noted the gravity and sadness of the doctor's face, the
question trembled upon her tongue, but she could not bring herself
to speak it; but one day, seeing, as she thought, a deeper shade of
anxiety upon his face than ever before, she followed him from the room.
"Charlie," she said, in faltering accents, "I must know the truth
though my heart break. Tell me, must my child die?"
"Dear mother," he said, taking her hand in his and speaking with strong
emotion, "I wish I could give you hope, but there is none; she may
linger a month or two, but not longer."
"Oh, how shall I ever tell her!" sobbed the mother; "her, my timid
little Fan, who has always been afraid to venture among strangers,
always clung so tenaciously to home and mother!"
"I think she knows it," he said, deeply moved. "I have seen it again
and again in the look she has given me. And I doubt not God is
fulfilling to her the promise, 'As thy days, so shall thy strength be.'"
"May the Lord forgive my unbelief!" she said. "I know that He is ever
faithful to His promises."
Returning to the sick-room she found Fan lying with closed eyes, a very
sweet and peaceful expression on her face.
Bending over her she kissed the sweet lips, and a hot tear fell on the
child's cheek.
Her blue eyes opened wide, and her arm crept round her mother's neck.
"Dearest mother, don't cry," she whispered. "I am glad to go and be
with Jesus. You know it says, 'He shall gather the lambs with His arm
and carry them in His bosom.' I shall never be afraid or timid lying
there. Oh, He will love me and take care of me, and some day bring you
there too, and father, and all my dear ones; and oh, _how_ happy we
shall be!"
"Yes, love," the mother said, "yours is a blessed lot--to be taken so
soon from the sins and sorrows of earth. 'Thine eyes shall see the King
in His beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off....
Thine eyes shall see Jerusalem a quiet habitation, a tabernacle that
shall not be taken down; not one of the stakes thereof shall ever
be removed, neither shall any of the cords thereof be broken. But
there the glorious Lord will be unto us a place of broad rivers and
streams.... And the inhabitant shall not say, I am sick: the people
that dwell therein shall be forgiven their iniquity.'"
"Such sweet words," said Fan. "Oh, I am glad Ada has gone to tell the
poor heathen of this dear Saviour! How could I bear to die if I did not
know of Him and His precious blood that cleanseth from all sin!"
"Dearest child, do you feel quite willing to go?" Mrs. Keith asked,
softly stroking her hair and gazing upon her with tear-dimmed eyes.
"Yes, mother, I do now, though at first it seemed very sad, very hard
to leave you all to go and lie down all alone in the dark grave. But I
don't think of that now; I think of being with Christ in glory, near
Him and like Him. Oh, mother, how happy I shall be!"
The door opened, and Mildred came softly in. She bent over Fan, her
eyes full of tears, her features working with emotion. She had just
learned from her husband what he had told her mother.
"Dear Milly," Fan said, putting an arm about her neck, her lips to her
cheek, "has Brother Charlie told you?"
Mildred nodded, unable to speak.
"Don't fret," Fan said tenderly; "I am not sorry, though I was at
first. What is dying but going home? Oh, don't you remember how John
tells us in the Revelation about the great multitude that stood before
the throne and before the Lamb clothed in white robes and with palms in
their hands; and how the angel told him, 'These are they which came out
of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white
in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore are they before the throne of God,
and serve Him day and night in His temple; and He that sitteth on the
throne shall dwell among them.
"'They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the
sun light on them, nor any heat. For the Lamb which is in the midst of
the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains
of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes'?
"Mother," turning to her with a glad, eager look, "may I not hope to be
one of them if I trust in Jesus and bear with patience and resignation
whatever He sends?"
"Surely, surely, my darling," Mrs. Keith answered, in tremulous tones.
"They stand in the righteousness of Christ, and so will all who truly
come to Him and trust only in His atoning sacrifice."
"Dear, dear Fan," whispered Mildred, caressing her with fast-falling
tears, "I don't know how to give you up. And oh, darling--but I wish I
had been a better sister to you!"
"Why, Milly, how could you have been?" Fan said, with a look and tone
of great surprise. "I am sure you were always the best and kindest of
sisters to me."
"No, not always," Mildred said, sorrowfully; "I used to be very
impatient with you at times when you were a little thing given to
mischief. But I feel now that I would give worlds never to have spoken
a cross word to you."
"Ah, we must often have made a great deal of trouble with our
mischievous pranks--Cyril, Don, and I"--Fan said, with a slight smile.
"Don't reproach yourself for scolding us, Milly; I am sure we deserved
it all, and more."
Mr. Keith was told the doctor's opinion that day, but the rest of the
family were left in ignorance of it for the present.
It was from Fan herself Don learned it at length. They were alone
together, and he was talking hopefully of the time when she would be
up and about again, and he would take her boating on the river, riding
or driving, and they would enjoy, as of old, long rambles through the
woods in search of the sweet wild flowers that would come again with
the warm spring days.
"Dear Don, dear, dear brother!" she said, giving him a look of yearning
affection, "do you not know that when those days come I shall be
walking the streets of the New Jerusalem, gathering such fruits and
flowers as earth cannot yield?"
A sudden paleness overspread his face, his eyes filled, and his lip
quivered. "Fan! Fan!" he cried, with a burst of emotion, "it can't be
so! You are too young to die, and we can't spare you. You are weak and
low-spirited now, but you will feel better when the bright spring days
come."
She smiled sweetly, pityingly upon him, softly stroking his hair with
her thin white hand as he bent over her.
"No, dear Don, I am not low-spirited," she said. "I am full of joy in
the prospect of being so soon with my Saviour. Brother Charlie says it
will not be very long now; a week or two, perhaps."
"I can't believe it! I won't believe it!" he groaned. "While there's
life there's hope. It can't be that you _want_ to go away and leave me,
Fan?" and his tone was gently, lovingly reproachful.
"No," she said, her voice trembling, "it is pain to think of parting
from you and the rest, especially our dear, dear mother, and yet I am
glad to go to be with Jesus. Oh, how I long to see His face, to bow at
His feet, and thank Him 'for the great love wherewith He hath loved
us.'"
"But you have a great deal to live for, we all love you so."
"'In thy presence is fulness of joy,'" she repeated; "'at thy right
hand there are pleasures forever more.'
"'For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were
dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands,
eternal in the heavens.'
"'Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which
the Lord, the righteous Judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me
only, but unto all them also that love His appearing.'
"'For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor
perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee,
what He hath prepared for him that waiteth for Him.' O Don, would you
keep me from it all?"
"Only for a while," he said, struggling for composure. "It is too
dreadful to have you die so young."
"'Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from henceforth,'" she
repeated. "'My people shall dwell in a peaceable habitation, and in
sure dwellings, and in quiet resting places.' O Don, think of the
golden streets of the New Jerusalem, the beautiful river of the water
of life, the tree of life with its twelve manner of fruits, the white
robes, the golden harps, the crowns of glory; and that there will be no
more sickness, or sorrow, or pain; no more sin, no night, no need of a
candle to light them, nor of the sun, or the moon, the glory of God and
Christ lighting it always.
"Think of Jesus making me to lie down in green pastures and leading me
beside still waters."
"You seem just as sure, Fan, as if you were already there," he said, in
admiring wonder.
"Yes, Don, because the promise is sure--the promise of Jesus, 'I give
unto them eternal life, and they shall never perish; neither shall any
pluck them out of my hand.'"
Celestia Ann came in at that moment, carrying a china cup and plate on
a small waiter covered with a snowy napkin.
"Here, I've fetched you a bit o' cream toast and a cup o' tea, Fan,"
she said. "I hope you kin eat it. But, dear me, you're lookin' all
tuckered out. I'll bet Don's been a-makin' you talk a heap more'n was
good fer ye. Now ye jest clear out, Don, and let's see if I can't be a
better nurse."
"I didn't mean to hurt her," Don said gruffly, trying to hide the pain
at his heart.
"No, and you haven't," said Fan, gazing lovingly after him as he turned
to go; "if I've talked too much, it was my own doing."
Don hurrying down-stairs and into the parlor, which he expected to find
empty, came suddenly into the midst of a little group--his father,
mother, and Mildred--conversing together in subdued tones.
He was beating a hasty retreat, thinking he had intruded upon a private
interview, when his father called him back.
"We have nothing to conceal from you, Don," he said, in tremulous
tones, and the lad, catching sight of the faces of his mother and
sister, perceived that they had both been weeping. "I suppose you know
that--" Mr. Keith paused, unable to proceed.
"Is it about Fan?" Don asked huskily. "Yes, sir; she has just told me.
But oh, I can't believe it! We must do something to save her!" he burst
out, in a paroxysm of grief.
"What's the matter?" cried Annis, coming dancing into the room in her
usual light-hearted fashion, but startled into soberness at sight of
Don's emotion and the grief-stricken countenances of the others.
Her mother motioned her to her side, and putting an arm about her,
kissed her tenderly, the tears streaming over her face. "Annis, dear,"
she said, in broken accents, "perhaps we ought not to grieve, Fan is so
happy, but it makes our hearts sad to know that very soon we shall see
her loved face no more upon earth."
"Mother!" cried Annis, hiding her face on her mother's breast and
bursting into wild weeping, "O mother, mother, it can't be that she's
going to die! She can never bear to go away from you!"
"Yes, dear, she can," was the weeping rejoinder. "She finds Jesus
nearer and dearer than her mother, and how can I thank Him enough that
it is so?"
"We have sent for Cyril," Mr. Keith said, addressing Don, and handing
him a letter. "He hopes to be with us to-morrow. She could not go
without seeing him once more."
A little later Don, left alone with Mildred, asked, "O Milly, is there
no hope? no possibility of a favorable change?"
"None so far as man can see," she answered through her tears and sobs.
"But with God all things are possible."
"I've been talking with her," he said presently, when he could control
his emotion sufficiently to speak; "she told me herself that--that she
was--going away. And she seemed so happy, so utterly without fear, that
I could hardly believe it was our timid little Fan--always shrinking so
from going among strangers."
"Yes," said Mildred, "what a triumph of faith! Her fearlessness is not
from any lack of a deep sense of sin, but because she is trusting in
the imputed righteousness of Christ. She trusts Him fully, and so her
peace is like a river. It continually brings to my mind that sweet
text in Isaiah, 'And the work of righteousness shall be peace; and the
effect of righteousness quietness and assurance forever.'"
And so it was to the very end; the sweet young Christian passed away
so calmly and peacefully that her loved ones watching beside her bed
scarce could tell the precise moment when her spirit took its flight.
There was no gloom in the death-bed scene, and there seemed little
about the grave as they laid her body tenderly down there to rest till
the resurrection morn, knowing that the spirit was even then rejoicing
in the presence and love of her Redeemer.
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Chapter Seventh.
"Heaven, the perfection of all that can
Be said, or thought, riches, delight, or harmony,
Health, beauty: and all these not subject to
The waste of time, but in their height eternal."
--SHIRLEY.
"We have no need to weep for her, my darling," Mr. Dinsmore said,
softly stroking Elsie's hair as she lay sobbing in his arms, an open
letter in her hand.
"No, papa, not for her, I know; but for the others. See, Annis's letter
is all blistered with her tears, and she says it seems at times as if
her heart would break. And Don; oh, she says Don is almost wild with
grief; that he tells her he can hardly bear to be in the house, it is
so lonely and desolate without Fan."
"Yes, I have no doubt they miss her sorely; yet time will assuage their
grief; they will come to think less of their own loss and more of her
blessedness."
Elsie lifted her face and wiped away her tears. "Is it not wonderful,
papa," she said, "that Fan, always so timid and retiring, always
clinging so to her mother and home, should be so willing and even glad
to go?"
"Yes," he said; "it shows what the grace of God can do. She must have
been given a very strong sense of her Saviour's love and presence with
her as she passed through the valley of the shadow of death. It helps
one to stronger faith in the precious promise, 'As thy days, so shall
thy strength be.'"
Rose, sitting by reading a letter with fast-falling tears, wiped them
away at that, and looking up, said, "Let me read you some things that
Mildred tells me about her last hours."
"We will be glad to hear them," Mr. Dinsmore answered, and she began:
"'It was the loveliest death-bed scene--no fear, no desire to stay. As
I stood beside her, an hour or two before the messenger came, I leaned
over her and repeated the words, "The eternal God is thy refuge, and
underneath are the everlasting arms."
"'She looked up with the sweetest smile. "Yes," she said, "Jesus is
with me, and I am not afraid; He will carry me safely through the
river."
"'Mother added: "And to a beautiful home--one of the many mansions He
has prepared for His people. You may be sure it is very lovely, very
delightful with everything you can possibly desire; for the wealth of
the universe is His; He has all power in heaven and in earth; and you,
for whom He has been making it ready, are dearer far to His heart than
to mine.
"'"Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the
heart of man, the things that God hath prepared for them that love Him."
"'Her look was ecstatic as she listened. "Oh, how happy I shall be!"
she exclaimed. "And it will seem only a very little while till you will
all join me there."
"'She has brought heaven very near to us all,' Mildred added. 'It seems
far more real to me than it ever did before. She has entered into the
joy of the Lord, and we cannot mourn at all for her, though our hearts
are sore with our own loss.
"'"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints." Does
He not gather them home with joy and rejoicing to the mansions His love
has made beautiful beyond compare for them? I think our little Fan was
so dear to Him that He could no longer spare her to us, nor was willing
to leave her any longer in this world of sin and suffering. That is
our mother's feeling, father's too, I think; and no one could be more
resigned, more perfectly submissive, than they are.'"
"Yes, Marcia is a devoted Christian," Mr. Dinsmore said; and, drawing
Elsie into a closer embrace, "I feel deeply for her in this sore
bereavement."
He was asking himself, as again and again he pressed his lips to his
daughter's fair brow, how he could ever endure such a loss.
There had been a steady correspondence between Rose and Mildred, Annis
and Elsie, ever since the winter spent at the Oaks by Dr. and Mrs.
Landreth and Annis.
Housekeeping cares and discussions in regard to the best manner of
rearing their little ones filled no small part of the letters of the
two young mothers.
Elsie and Annis wrote of their studies, amusements, and the every-day
occurrences in each family.
Thus Annis had learned about the life Elsie and her father led together
while Rose was absent, of their journey to Philadelphia when he found
himself able to go for his wife and little Horace, the visit there, and
the return trip; and Elsie had been kept informed, among other events,
of the progress of Fan's sickness; and the letter received to-day had
given an account of her death and burial.
"Papa," Elsie asked, lifting her weeping eyes to his face, "what can I
say to comfort poor dear Annis?"
"Just what I have been asking myself in regard to Marcia," he remarked,
with a deep-drawn sigh.
"And I about Mildred," Rose said, echoing the sigh. "I know of scarcely
anything more delicate and difficult than the writing of a letter of
condolence."
"It is extremely so in a case where there is any doubt of the happiness
of the departed," Mr. Dinsmore said; "but comparatively easy when we
know that to the dear one gone to be absent from the body is to be
present with the Lord. Also that the mourners are of those who have a
good hope through grace that it shall be so with themselves."
"I shall look for Bible words," Elsie said, leaving her father's knee
to get her own little copy, lying on a table near at hand.
"Bring it here, and let us look it over together," her father said; and
obeying with alacrity, she again seated herself upon his knee.
Rose brought another Bible and a concordance, and joined them in their
search for whatever the blessed Book could tell them of the employments
and enjoyments of heaven. They found it spoken of as a rest, as the
Father's house, a heavenly country, the kingdom of Christ and of God;
that they who overcome and reach that glorious place shall eat of the
hidden manna, shall walk with Christ in white; that He will wipe away
all tears from their eyes; that He will feed them and lead them unto
living fountains of waters; that He will dwell among them, and they
shall serve Him day and night in His temple.
That "they shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall
the sun light on them, nor any heat;" that they have palms of victory,
white robes, and crowns, and harps of gold; and that they stand before
the throne and sing a new song, which no man can learn but those who
are redeemed from the earth.
"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be
no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any
more pain: for the former things are passed away."
"Papa," said Elsie, "Enna told me once she didn't want to go to heaven
and stand and sing all the time; she would get tired of that. I feel
as if I should never grow weary of singing God's praise. I love those
words of one of our hymns:
"'When we've been there
Ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days
To sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.'
"But surely singing is not the only employment there; for here in the
twenty-first chapter of Revelation it says, 'And the nations of them
which are saved shall walk in the light of it.' Then in the third verse
of the next chapter, 'The throne of God and the Lamb shall be in it;
and His servants shall serve Him.' Don't you think that means that He
will give us some work to do for Him?"
Her face was full of an eager joy.
"Yes," Mr. Dinsmore said, "I do. Just what it will be the Bible does
not tell us, but to those who love the Master it must be a delight to
do whatever He bids. The rest of heaven will not be that of inaction,
but the far more enjoyable one of useful employment without any sense
of weariness.
"Perhaps He may sometimes send His redeemed ones on errands of mercy or
consolation to the inhabitants of this or some other world."
"How sweet that would be!" exclaimed Elsie, joyously. "Papa, if I
should go first, what happiness it would be to come back sometimes and
comfort you in your hours of sadness."
"I should rather have you here in the body," he said, tightening his
clasp about her waist.
"God has not seen fit to gratify idle curiosity in regard to these
matters," he resumed, "but He has told us enough to leave no room for
doubt that heaven is an abode of transcendent bliss."
"Yes, papa, just to know that we will be forever with the Lord--near
Him and like Him--is quite enough to make one long to be there. Dear,
dear Fan! How blest she is! Who could wish her back again!"
"No one who loves her with an unselfish love. And now I think we may
write our letters."
"No doubt they already know all that we can tell them, for they are
students of the Word, every one," observed Rose. "Yet it does one good
to have these precious truths repeated many times."
"Yes," said her husband, "we are so prone to forgetfulness and
unbelief, and Satan is so constantly on the watch to snatch away the
word out of our hearts and destroy our comfort, if he could do nothing
more."
"Papa," said Elsie, "I sometimes feel so afraid of him; then I remember
that Jesus is so much stronger, and I seem to run right into His arms,
and am full of joy that there I am so safe. You know He says of His
people, 'I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish,
neither shall any pluck them out of my hand.'"
"No, not all the powers of hell can do it, for 'He is able to save them
to the uttermost that come unto God by Him.' He said, 'All power is
given unto me in heaven and in earth.' And 'I am persuaded that neither
death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things
present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other
creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is
in Christ Jesus our Lord.'"
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Chapter Eighth.
"Farewell; God knows when we shall meet again."
Mildred was in her pretty sitting-room busily plying her needle, little
Percy playing about the floor--rolling a ball hither and thither.
Both mother and child were neatly attired--the little one in spotless
white, his golden curls hanging about his neck, and half-shading a
round rosy face with big blue eyes; the mother in a dark cashmere,
which fell in soft folds around her graceful figure, and was relieved
at throat and wrists by dainty white ruffles of lace; her hair was
becomingly arranged, and she had never presented a more attractive
appearance, even in the days of her girlhood.
Mildred was not one of those who are less careful to please the husband
than the lover; she studied Charlie's tastes and wishes even more
carefully now than had been her wont before they were married. Perhaps
in that lay the secret of his undiminished and lover-like devotion to
her.
Both he and she had a great aversion to mourning, therefore were glad
that Fan had particularly requested that none should be worn for her.
It was a little past their usual hour for tea, and the open dining-room
door gave a glimpse of a table covered with snowy damask and glittering
with polished silver, cut glass, and china; but Dr. Landreth was
closeted with some one in his office on the other side of the hall,
and his wife waited the departure of the patient a trifle anxiously,
fearing that her carefully prepared viands would lose their finest
flavor, if not be rendered quite tasteless by standing so long.
"Shall I make de waffles in de iron, ma'am?" asked Gretchen, coming to
the door.
"No, not yet," said Mildred, "they would be cooked too soon; the doctor
likes them best just as they are ready."
"De iron gets too hot," observed the girl.
"Yes, take it off, Gretchen. I can't tell just how soon the doctor will
be in, so we will have to keep him waiting while we heat the iron."
The girl went back to her kitchen, and Percy, dropping his toys, came
to his mother's side with a petition to be taken into her lap.
She laid aside her sewing, took him on her knee, and amused him with
stories suited to his baby mind.
At length she heard the office door open, and a familiar voice saying,
"Well, Charlie, I shall take the matter into consideration. Am much
obliged for your advice, whether I follow it or not."
Mildred hastily set Percy down, and ran to the door.
"Rupert," she said, "won't you stay to tea?"
"Thank you, Milly, not to-night," he answered. "I have already declined
a warm invitation from Charlie." And with a hasty "Good-by" he hurried
away.
Mildred thought her husband's face unusually grave, even troubled, as
he came into the sitting-room, and a sudden fear assailed her.
"Charlie," she cried, her cheek paling, "what--what was Rupert
consulting you about?"
"Don't be alarmed, Milly, love," he answered, taking his boy upon one
arm and putting the other about her waist.
"I have thought for some time that Rupert was growing thin and
haggard," she said brokenly, tears filling her eyes, and--"O Charlie, I
have often noticed, and heard it remarked, that one death in a family
is apt to follow closely upon another."
She ended with a sob, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Don't ky, mamma," cooed little Percy, patting her cheek; "oo baby boy
tiss oo, make oo all well."
She lifted her head, returned the caresses lavished upon her by both
husband and child, then asked earnestly and half pleadingly, "Won't you
tell me if--if Rupert is seriously ill?"
"He is broken down with overwork; has been devoting himself too closely
to business, and needs an entire change for a time," replied her
husband, speaking in a cheerful tone. "If he will take that at once and
for a long enough time he may, I think, be restored to full health and
vigor."
"Surely, surely he will do so without delay?"
"I can't say; he thinks it almost impossible to leave his business at
present, and would rather try half-way measures first."
"He must be persuaded out of that, and I think can be," she said, her
countenance brightening. "Now you must excuse me for a few minutes, my
dear; Gretchen is improving, but I cannot yet trust her to bake your
waffles quite to my mind."
"Let her try, Milly; how else is she ever to learn?"
"I shall after I have seen that the iron is properly heated and
filled," she answered, as she hastened away to the kitchen.
Celestia Ann was at the front gate as Rupert neared it. She turned her
head at the sound of his footsteps.
"So here you be at last!" she exclaimed; "and I was lookin' right in
the wrong direction. Been up to the doctor's, I s'pose? Well, they're
set down to the table without ye. We waited a spell, an' then I told
your mother t'want no use, fer ye don't eat nothin' nohow, let me fix
up the victuals good's I can."
"I am late, and am sorry if the meal has been kept waiting," Rupert
answered, as he hurried past her into the house.
His mother gave him a kindly affectionate smile as he entered the
dining-room, and stopped his apology half way.
"Never mind, my son, it is no matter, except that your meal will not, I
fear, be quite so good and enjoyable, which is a pity, as your appetite
is so poor of late."
There was some anxiety in her look and tone, also in the glance his
father gave him as he seated himself at the table.
"I fear you are working too hard, Rupert," he said; "confining yourself
too closely to business."
"Just what Charlie has been telling me," the young man responded with a
half sigh; "but how is it to be helped?"
"By putting health before business," his mother said, with decision.
"My dear boy, if you lose your health, what will become of your
business?"
"True, mother," he sighed; "but I have not quite given up the hope that
I may regain the one without relinquishing the other."
"A pound of prevention is worth an ounce of cure," remarked Aunt
Wealthy absently, rather as if thinking aloud than addressing the
company.
"What does Charlie advise?" asked Mrs. Keith.
"An entire change for some months or a year, including a journey to
some distant point. Quite impracticable, is it not, father?" Rupert
asked, turning to him.
"If you want my opinion," replied Mr. Keith, "I say nothing is
impracticable which is necessary to the preservation of your life or
even of your health. We cannot spare you, my son," he continued with
emotion; "it is to you more than any of the others that your mother and
I look as the prop and support of our old age."
"Thank you, father," Rupert said with feeling; "that pleasing task
would, of course, naturally fall to me as the eldest son, though if
I were taken away, my brothers, I am sure, would be no less glad to
undertake it."
"No; it would be the greatest joy in life," said Don with warmth,
glancing affectionately from one to the other of his parents. "I can
answer for Cyril as well as myself."
"I haven't the least doubt of it, Don," replied his father, while the
mother said, with glistening eyes, "We are rich in the affection of
our children, both boys and girls," she added, with a loving look into
Annis's blue eyes.
The eyes filled with tears. Annis was thinking how often she had heard
Fan say that she was to be the one always to stay at home and take
care of father and mother; dear Fan, who had now been nearly two months
in heaven.
Oh, how they all missed her at every turn, though Annis strove
earnestly to supply her place.
Leaving the table, they all repaired to the sitting-room; but Don,
after lingering a moment, took up his cap, and moved toward the hall
door.
"Don't forsake us, Don," said his mother, following his movements with
a look of mingled love and sadness. It was no secret to her that the
house seemed to him unbearably desolate, deprived of the loved presence
of his favorite sister.
"Only for a few minutes, mother; I want a chat with Wallace, and this
is about the best time to catch him at leisure."
"My poor boy!" sighed Mrs. Keith, as the door closed on him.
"Yes, he feels very sad and lonely," said Rupert. "But I am glad he
has left us for a little while, for I want to have a talk with you and
father about him; myself also," he added, with a faint smile. "Don't
go, Aunt Wealthy," as Miss Stanhope rose as if to leave the room;
"what I have to say need be no secret from you, and I think we will all
be glad of your counsel in the matter."
She sat down again, and Annis asked, "May I stay too, Rupert?"
"Yes," he said, inviting her to a seat by his side.
He then proceeded to give an account of his interview with Dr.
Landreth, stating that he strongly advised him to wind up his business,
or make some sort of arrangement for leaving it for a year or more,
and join a party preparing to go to California; the journey across the
plains he thought would prove the very thing for him; nothing else so
likely to restore his shattered health.
"And I have been thinking," added Rupert, "that it might be the very
best thing for Don if you, father and mother, would consent to let him
go with me, in case I follow Charlie's advice. He seems to me as ill
mentally as I am physically, and we would be mutual helpers.
"I have no idea that we should make our fortunes at gold-digging, but I
doubt if the boy will ever be content till he has tried his hand at it.
But let his dreams be dispelled, and he will be ready to settle down at
home."
"If he ever gets home again," remarked the father. "It may be that you
are right though, Rupert, and your mother and I will take the matter
into consideration."
"Yes, sir, in regard to us both, I hope; I want your advice as to my
own course; it will go far to help me decide what I ought to do."
Both parents looked gratified, while Miss Stanhope remarked, "You are
quite right in that, Rupert; you could not have wiser counsellors than
they, and certainly none so deeply interested in your welfare; nor will
you, or any one, ever lose by honoring parents."
"I am very fortunate in having parents worthy of all honor, Aunt
Wealthy," he said, with an affectionate glance from one to the other.
"Mother, dear, do not look so sad," perceiving that her eyes were full
of tears; "I cannot think of going, if it is to be at the risk of
breaking your heart."
"No, my heart will not break," she said in a determinately cheerful
tone; "the promise is sure, 'As thy days, so shall thy strength be.'
And it will be better to part with you for a time than forever in this
life," she added with a tremble in her voice. "Also I should be more
willing to see two of my boys go together than any one of them alone."
"Then if I go, you will consent to Don's accompanying me?"
"Yes."
"And you, father?"
"I feel just as your mother does about it," was Mr. Keith's reply.
"But if Don should not wish to go?" suggested Miss Stanhope, in a tone
of inquiry.
"Oh, no fear of that, auntie," laughed Annis; "he's been crazy to go
ever since the first news of the gold, and you can't scare him out of
it either; the more you talk of Indians, bears, and wolves, and all
other dangers, the more he wants to try it. He says life in this little
slow town is altogether too tame to suit a fellow of spirit."
"Better suited to the humdrum class represented by his father and older
brother, I presume," said Rupert, with a good-humored smile.
As Don stepped in at Wallace Ormsby's gate, Zillah opened the front
door, ran out, and hastily caught up little Stuart, who was digging in
the sand, and carried him struggling and screaming into the house.
"It's too cold for you to be out; mamma can't let you; mamma told
you not to go out," she was saying as Don followed her into the
sitting-room.
"I will doe out! Ope de door!" screamed the child; "me wants pay in de
sand."
"No, you can't go out any more to-night," replied the mother, giving
him a hug and kiss. "Oh, he's mamma's darling! there never was such a
boy in all the world! there never was! Mamma loves him ever so much."
Meanwhile the child was struggling with all his baby might to get away
from her, kicking, striking, screaming at the top of his voice, "I will
doe out! _I will! I will!_ Shan't 'tay in de house!"
"Oh, now, be a dear good boy," entreated Zillah; "he's mamma's own pet,
the dearest, sweetest boy in the world; mamma thinks there never was
such a boy!"
"I should hope not, if that's the way he carries on," remarked Don,
seating himself and regarding his nephew with a look of disgust and
disapproval. "I think he's spoiling for a spanking, and if he were my
child he'd get it."
Zillah flushed hotly. "Men and boys have no patience with children,"
she said. "There, Stuart, stop crying, and mamma will get you
something good."
"No; ope door; me want doe out; me _will_ doe out!" screamed the child.
"Oh, now, do be good; do stop crying, and mamma will get you some
candy," said Zillah, in her most coaxing tones.
"Tanny, mamma?" asked the child, the screams suddenly ceasing, and
smiles breaking through the tears.
"Yes," Zillah said, drying his eyes and kissing him fondly, then rising
with him in her arms and going to a cupboard.
But the size of the piece she offered did not suit the ideas of the
young tyrant; he refused to accept it, and bursting into screams again
demanded a bigger one.
"Take this in one hand, and you shall have a bigger piece in the
other," said the over-indulgent mamma, and peace being restored she sat
down with him on her lap, and began talking with Don.
"Where's Wallace?" the latter presently inquired.
"He went down-town again after tea, but said he wouldn't be gone very
long. Do you want to see him particularly?"
"I would like a talk with him," Don said, with a sigh. "I wish he
would try to get father and mother to consent to my joining the party
that are going to California."
"O Don, how can you suggest such a thing now when they are feeling so
sad over poor Fan?" exclaimed Zillah, tears starting to her eyes.
"Don't think me hard-hearted or wanting in love for them," Don returned
with feeling; "but the truth is I don't know how to endure life here
now that Fan's gone. I miss her at every turn. I think it would be
different in a new place where I had not been accustomed to her sweet
society." His words were almost inaudible from emotion as he concluded.
"I know," Zillah said in trembling tones; "we all miss her sadly, but I
suppose it must be harder, perhaps, for you than any of the rest. Still
you will soon grow in a measure used to it, no doubt. I have always
heard that time assuages the bitterness of grief."
"I can't believe it, I don't believe it!" he cried impatiently; "at
least I am sure it will not be so in my case for years, unless I can
get away into new scenes that will help me to forgetfulness."
At that instant Stuart, who had got down from his mother's lap to play
about the room, tripped and fell to the floor, striking his head
against a chair.
He set up a loud scream, and Zillah ran to the rescue, picking him up
with a cry of "Oh, poor darling, mamma is so sorry! oh, it is just
dreadful how many falls he gets! But there, never mind; it was a
naughty chair that hurt my baby so. We'll give it a good whipping,"
striking it with her hand several times as she spoke.
Stuart ceased screaming to pound the chair energetically with his tiny
doubled-up fist, then consented to be bribed into quiet with another
piece of candy.
Zillah sat down again with him on her lap, and presently he dropped
asleep there.
"He ought to be in bed," remarked Don.
"Yes; but he didn't want to go, and I do so hate to have a battle with
him."
"I rather think it will have to come to that sooner or later," said
Don, "and I should think the longer you put it off the harder it will
be. I've been at Milly's a good deal the last few weeks, besides
watching her when she was at home with us, and I think she could give
you some valuable hints about managing a child."
"It is a vast deal easier to talk than to act, I can tell you, Don,"
was Zillah's half-offended retort.
"I dare say; but people can act as well as talk; father and mother
did with us--we always had to obey, and that without being petted and
wheedled into it--and Milly does too."
"I think it's a great deal better to coax than to beat them," Zillah
said half angrily.
"Circumstances alter cases," said Don. "I don't think it's just the
thing to pet and fondle a child, and tell him he's 'a darling; there
never was such a boy,' and all that, when he's kicking up a row just
because he isn't allowed to do exactly as he pleases. Percy began that
very behavior the other evening when he had to go into the house before
he considered it quite time."
"Well, what did Milly do with him?" inquired Zillah, with some
curiosity.
"She first told him firmly and quietly that he must stop screaming on
the instant, or she would shut him into a room by himself till he was
ready to be good; and as she always keeps her word, not threatening
over and over again before she acts, as some people do, he did stop
promptly; then she took him on her lap and amused him with stories and
rhymes a little while, when she carried him off to bed.
"She's always gentle with him, but firm as a rock; as regular as
clock-work too; he's put to bed when the hour comes, and left there to
go to sleep by himself, and he does it without a whimper."
"I suppose that's the orthodox way," said Zillah, "but I can't bear to
force Stuart to bed when he cries to stay up. The sweet darling, I do
love him so!" bending down to kiss the round rosy cheek.
"I've no doubt you do," said Don; "but I remember to have heard mother
say it was but a poor selfish kind of love that couldn't bear the pain
of controlling a child for its own good, but would rather let it become
so wilful and ill-behaved as to be a torment to itself and everybody
else. Ah, here comes Wallace," he added, glancing from the window.
"Then I'll leave you to have your talk with him while I put this boy to
bed," returned Zillah, rising and leaving the room.
Wallace was no sooner seated than Don made known his errand.
Wallace looked grave. "I don't like the idea, Don," he said. "I wish
you could be persuaded to give it up. If you should be unsuccessful,
of which there are ten chances to one, it would involve the loss of
some of the best years of your life."
"One must take a risk in anything one tries," interrupted Don,
impatiently.
"True," replied Wallace, "but in this more than in many others."
"'Nothing venture, nothing have,'" muttered Don.
"I thought you were to go to college in the fall," remarked Wallace.
"That has been father's plan for me, but as I have no fancy for a
profession, I think a college course would be almost time thrown
away--money too. Ru has proposed to make a druggist of me, but that
isn't to my fancy either."
"I wish you would go in with Ru, if you are determined not to take
a collegiate education. I can see that he, poor fellow, is sadly
overworked, and to have a brother in with him--one whom he could
trust--would doubtless prove a great relief."
"Ru hasn't seemed well of late," assented Don in a reflective tone,
"but I was laying it all to--to grief. Wallace, the house isn't what it
used to be. I've thought I couldn't stand it. I've been a selfish dog,
but I'll try to forget self and think of other people. Good-evening. I
promised mother I'd be back soon," he added, as he rose and took his
departure.
His heart was filled with grief and disappointment; he crossed the
street slowly, with head bent and eyes on the ground, battling
earnestly with himself, striving to put aside his own inclinations for
the sake of others.
He found the family still gathered in the sitting-room, Dr. Landreth
and Mildred with them.
As he entered the doctor was saying to Rupert, "I have been considering
your objections to my plans for you, and think I can see a way out of
the difficulty in regard to leaving your business."
"What is that?" Rupert asked, and Don, aroused to eager interest,
dropped into a chair and listened for the doctor's explanation with
bated breath. "Could it be that Rupert was going from home? and if so,
where? and what difference might it make in his own plans?"
"Simply this," returned Dr. Landreth, with his genial smile, "that I
will take charge of it and carry it on for you, if that arrangement
seems to you entirely satisfactory."
"A most generous offer, Charlie!" exclaimed Rupert, flushing with
surprise and gratitude, "but would it not interfere with your
professional duties?"
"No; not necessarily. I should merely take the oversight, keeping the
good clerk you have, and getting another equally competent--the two to
do the work between them."
"Many thanks," said Rupert, grasping his brother-in-law's hand; "you
have removed my greatest difficulty. I begin to think I can follow out
your prescriptions, if"--and he turned smilingly to Don--"if Don is as
ready to sacrifice himself for my sake."
"I hope so, Ru; what is it?" the boy asked, a trifle huskily, for his
momentary gleam of hope died out at the question.
It shone out with tenfold brilliancy at his brother's reply. "Charlie
thinks I am in danger of permanent loss of health unless I give up
my business for a time, and have an entire change of scene; so he
advises me to join the party about starting for California. He thinks
the journey across the plains just the thing for me. But I ought to
have some friend--say a brother--with me; so it may depend upon your
willingness to go."
"My willingness?" interrupted Don eagerly; "I'd be delighted, Ru, and
do the very best for you that I know how."
The mother was regarding them with glistening eyes, her lips quivering
with emotion.
"And let him give you the care and oversight an elder brother should?"
asked the father gravely.
"Yes, if he doesn't try to exert more than his rightful share of
authority," returned Don, a slight reluctance perceptible in his tone.
"On that condition your mother and I consent to your going," Mr. Keith
said, "though, my boy, it will be hard indeed for us to part with you
our youngest son."
Don saw the tears in his mother's eyes, noted that his father's tones
were not quite steady, and his heart went out in love to both. "I will
never, never do anything to cause them shame or grief on my account,"
was the firm resolve he whispered to himself.
There was necessity for speedy decision, and it was arrived at within
twenty-four hours. The young men were to go. The allotted time was
short for needed preparation, particularly that which fell to the
mother's share; but her three remaining daughters and Miss Stanhope
coming to her assistance, and all working with a will, the thing was
done well and in season; nothing forgotten, nothing overlooked that
could add to the comfort of the loved travellers.
And it was well for all that matters were so hurried, leaving no
leisure for sad forebodings or unavailing regrets.
The parting was a hard one, almost harder, the mother thought, than the
last she had been called to pass through; for while her beloved Fan was
safe from all sin, and sorrow, and suffering, these dear ones were to
be exposed to many dangers and temptations.
But she bore up wonderfully as she bade them adieu and watched the
slow-moving train out of sight; they were not going beyond the reach of
prayer; they would still be under the protecting care of Him who has
said, "Behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither
thou goest, and will bring thee again into this land; for I will not
leave thee, until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of."
"Wherever they might be, He would cover their defenceless heads with
the shadow of His wing."
Annis's tears fell much longer and faster than her mother's; the letter
she wrote to Elsie, giving a graphic account of the preparations and
departure, was all blistered with them, even more so than the one
telling of Fan's last hours.
"I am the only child left at home now," she wrote. "That was what
mother said when we got back from seeing the long train of wagons, with
their ox-teams, starting on that long, dangerous journey. She took me
in her arms, and cried over me for a few minutes; then she wiped away
her tears, and kissed me over and over, saying, 'But we won't murmur,
darling, or make ourselves unhappy about it; for they are all in God's
good keeping, and one day, I trust, we shall all meet in that better
land where partings are unknown.'
"And I have great reason to be thankful that Mildred and Zillah are so
near us; it is almost as if they were still at home."
The letter wound up with an earnest request to Elsie that she would
pray daily for the safe return of Rupert and Don.
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Chapter Ninth.
"A child left to himself bringeth his mother to shame."--Prov. 29:15.
May had come again, waking the flowers with her sunny skies and balmy
breath, and our friends at Pleasant Plains spent much of their time
in their gardens. Delighting in each other's society they were often
together, now in Mr. Keith's grounds, now in Dr. Landreth's, and anon
in Wallace Ormsby's.
Mrs. Keith missed her sons, who had always relieved her of the heavy
part of the work of cultivating the flowers she so loved, but their
place was filled, so far as that was concerned, by a hired gardener,
and she found herself better able to endure the absence of Rupert
and Don out of doors than in, especially when her daughters and baby
grandsons were her companions.
Mildred took great pleasure in the laying out and improvement of the
comparatively extensive grounds about her new home, and husband,
mother, aunt, and sisters entered heartily into her plans, helping with
advice and suggestions, sometimes followed, sometimes not, but always
appreciated as evidence of their affectionate interests.
As for her husband, she and all her doings were altogether perfect in
his eyes. She was queen of his small realm, and could do no wrong; she
excelled every other woman as wife, mother, and housekeeper; her taste
was beyond criticism, and whatever she desired must be done.
He was nearly as great a paragon in her eyes, except as regarded
the training of their child, to whom he would have shown unlimited
indulgence, if she could have seen it without remonstrance. That she
could not, knowing how ruinous it would be; but her disapproval was
never manifested before Percy. She would not have him know or suspect
that his parents differed in regard to his training.
And, indeed, it was only when she and Charlie were quite alone that she
addressed him on the subject; never then in an unkind, fault-finding
way, but with gentle persuasion and arguments drawn from observation
and the teachings of Scripture.
Loving the child with an affection even deeper and tenderer than his,
she was yet much more disposed to curb and restrain where she saw it to
be for his good; her sense of parental responsibility was far stronger
than the father's, and while he looked upon Percy as, for the present
at least, scarcely more than a pretty pet and plaything, she regarded
the child as a sacred trust, a little immortal whose welfare for time
and eternity might depend largely upon her faithfulness in right
training and teaching.
"My dear Milly, he is so young, such a mere baby," the doctor would
sometimes say, "that it can't do him much harm to get his own way
for a while; it will be time enough a year or two hence to begin his
education."
"A very great mistake," Mildred would answer gravely; "I have had a
good deal to do with young children, and am convinced that a child's
education begins as soon as it knows its mother's voice and can note
the changing expression of her countenance. And, Charlie, it is far
easier to learn than to unlearn; if we let our child acquire bad habits
at the start it will be a far more difficult task to break them up and
substitute good ones, than to train him to such in the very beginning."
Zillah was quite as devoted a wife and competent a housekeeper as her
older sister, but not so wise and faithful a mother. No child was more
comfortably or tastefully clad than hers, or had more tender caresses
lavished upon it; she meant also to take proper care of his bodily
health, and was quite resolved in the long run to train him up in the
way he should go; she wanted him to grow up a good man and a strong and
healthy one, but in the mean time was often weakly indulgent, to the
damage of both his physical and moral natures.
The two sisters, taking work and babies along, were spending a sociable
afternoon with their mother.
The little boys, playing about the room, met with an occasional mishap.
Percy tripped on the carpet and fell, striking his head against the leg
of the table.
He burst into a cry, and Annis, running to pick him up, exclaimed, "Oh,
the poor little dear! that did hurt him, I know."
But Mildred, taking him from her, said in a sprightly tone, "Oh, he's
mother's soldier boy; he isn't going to cry for a trifle. But what
a blow the table got! poor table!" and she bent down and stroked and
patted it pityingly.
Percy stopped crying to echo her words and imitate her action. "Percy
didn't doe to hurt oo," he went on; "Percy tiss the p'ace and mate it
well," suiting the action to the word.
Then his mother having dried his eyes and given him a kiss, he went
back to his play.
Zillah had watched the little scene with interest.
"Is that the way you do?" she said to Mildred. "Don told me that was
your way, and I believe, as he says, it is better than mine."
"What is yours?" asked Mildred, resuming the sewing she had dropped on
Percy's fall.
"Oh, I've always made a fuss over my boy's hurts, pitied him, and
blamed the chair, or table, or whatever he had struck against, for
hurting him, and have pretended to punish it, just to take his
attention from his hurt and so stop his crying."
"Are you not afraid of teaching him to be selfish and revengeful?"
Mildred asked, with a look of grave concern.
"I never thought of that, and am afraid it may," said Zillah frankly.
"I shall not do so any more."
Annis was laying herself out for the entertainment of her little
nephews. Presently she came with a request. "The boys want me to take
them out to the garden to play horse. May I?"
"I have no objection to Percy's going," said Mildred; "the fresh air
will be very good for him, I think, as well as the exercise."
"But I don't want Stuart to go," Zillah said; "he has a bad cold, and
ought to be kept in the house. Slip away from him if you can, Annis,
for if he sees you and Percy start out he'll scream himself sick. Or if
not himself, other people," she added with a laugh.
"I'll do my best, but you will have to engage his attention for a
while," said Annis.
"Yes. Stuart, come here; mamma wants to speak to you."
"No; me's doin' out; p'ay horse wis Percy," the child returned, with a
scowl and a shake of his little shoulders.
Zillah put down her sewing, rose, and went to him. "Come with mamma,
pet," she said in coaxing tones, stooping down to caress and fondle
him. "Don't you want to go out to the kitchen and see what Celestia Ann
is doing?"
"No, me _don't_; me's doin' out-doors to p'ay horse wis Percy," shouted
the child defiantly, quite seeing through the artifice.
Zillah began to grow impatient. "No, you are not," she said
peremptorily; "you cannot play out of doors at all to-day, because you
have a bad cold, and it would make you sick."
"I will! I _will_! I _will_!" screamed the child, stamping his foot
at her and clenching his tiny fist. "Ope de door dis minute, naughty
mamma. I _will_ doe out p'ay horse."
There was something comical in his baby rage, and unfortunately Zillah
could not refrain from laughing, though the other ladies looked on in
grave concern.
Her mirth had not a happy effect upon the little rebel. Bursting from
her grasp, he ran toward the door just closing on Annis and Percy,
screaming at the top of his voice, "Let me doe wis you, Annis! Ope de
door," pounding on it with his fists, then taking hold of the knob and
trying to turn it for himself.
"You bad boy, I'm ashamed of you," Zillah said, taking his hand, which
he instantly snatched away; "stop this screaming, or I'll take you
home."
"No; sha'n't doe home. Me's doin' out p'ay horse wis Percy."
"I do believe he's the most persistent child I ever saw or that
ever was made!" Zillah exclaimed with angry impatience, apparently
addressing the company in general. "I wonder if it would hurt him to go
out for a little while if I wrap him up well. Do you think it would,
mother?"
"Perhaps not physically, Zillah," Mrs. Keith answered, with look and
tone of grave disapproval, "but morally it certainly would have a very
bad effect; you have told him positively that he shall not go out to
play to-day, and if you break your word how can you expect him ever to
esteem his mother a perfectly truthful woman?"
"You make a very serious matter of it, mother," Zillah said, reddening.
"It is a very serious thing, my dear daughter," Mrs. Keith answered, in
her own sweet, gentle way, and with a look of loving sympathy.
She would have said more, but Stuart at that instant renewed the
screams he had ceased for a moment, upon perceiving symptoms of
relenting on his mother's part.
But Zillah now felt that for very shame she must remain firm. She
tried the old plan of coaxing and wheedling--offered picture-books,
stories, candy--but nothing would do except the forbidden pleasure,
and at length, losing all patience, she took him into another room and
gave him the punishment Don would have liked to prescribe on a former
occasion. Then she cried over him while he sobbed himself to sleep in
her arms.
Having laid him on a bed, covered him carefully, and left a tender kiss
on his cheek, she went back to the sitting-room where the others were.
Sitting down by her mother's side she took up her sewing, and tried to
go on with it, but her hands trembled and tears dimmed her sight. She
dropped the work to wipe them away.
"O mother," she said in quivering tones, "what shall I do with that
child? I can never bring him up right, as you have brought up all
yours."
"It is a great work, dear, to train up a child in the way he should
go," Mrs. Keith answered in sympathizing tones; "and the wisest of us
may well ask, 'Who is sufficient for these things?' yet rejoice and
take courage in the assurance that 'our sufficiency is of God.' Do not
forget His gracious promise, 'If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of
God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall
be given him.'
"Whatever success I may have had in bringing up my children aright has
been given me in answer to prayer and in fulfilment of that promise."
"I love him so dearly I can hardly bear to refuse him anything," sighed
Zillah, wiping her eyes and resuming her work.
"I hope, daughter, that you love him well enough to give yourself the
pain of refusing him hurtful indulgences," was her mother's grave
response. "It often requires deeper, truer love to deny than to grant,
to punish than to let slip; but 'a child left to himself bringeth his
mother to shame.'"
"Yes, mother, I know that is Bible truth, and I do not intend to leave
mine to himself. I do really earnestly desire to bring him up for God
and heaven, faulty as my training has been, I fear, thus far. But he is
so young yet; it seems so hard to discipline such a mere baby."
"I know it does, my dear child--I have not forgotten my own
experience--but I assure you you will spare much suffering to both him
and yourself by beginning early the lesson that parental authority is
to be respected, and prompt and cheerful obedience rendered.
"Be very gentle with him, giving your directions in the form of
requests rather than commands, unless it becomes necessary to order
him. I think children should be treated with consideration and
politeness as well as grown people; it is the best way to teach them to
be polite and considerate toward others."
"It was your way of teaching us, mother," remarked Mildred, with an
affectionate, smiling glance into her mother's sweet, placid face.
"And a very effectual one it has proved in their case," remarked Miss
Stanhope.
"I think it has," said Mrs. Keith; then went on: "There is another
thing, my two dear daughters, that I wish to impress upon you: it
is the paramount importance of always keeping your word with your
children. Try not to make hasty promises or threats, which you may
regret having to carry out; but having once passed your word, let
nothing induce you to be false to it.
"I need scarcely urge upon you the importance of being always entirely
truthful with them, since you know how severely the Scriptures condemn
any, even the slightest, departure from truth."
"I should hope not, indeed, mother," said Zillah. "I know I have
not always been firm with my boy, have sometimes let him gain his
wishes--which I have at first denied--by persistent fretting and
crying, and have often too coaxed when I ought to have demanded
obedience; but I have never tried to secure his obedience by deceiving
or telling him what was not true."
"It is surprising what very lax ideas many persons--yes, even
some who profess to be Christians--have in regard to that thing,"
remarked Miss Stanhope. "Shrinking from the exertion or the pain of
enforcing obedience by legitimate means, they resort to subterfuge,
prevarication, or even downright falsehood.
"I have heard a mother say to her refractory or crying child, 'If you
don't come into the house now a big black bear will catch you;' or, 'If
you don't stop that screaming a dog will come and bite you.'
"Besides that, they will utter threats they have not the remotest
intention of carrying out, a fact which the little ones are not slow to
discover and act upon."
At this point the conversation was interrupted by a call from two
neighbors. It was of unfashionable length, and the talk ran principally
upon housekeeping, children, and servants.
One of the callers, an elderly lady, had several little anecdotes to
tell of the smart sayings and doings of her grandchildren; one of them
so aptly illustrating Miss Stanhope's recent remarks that Mildred
and Zillah could not refrain from a furtive exchange of significant
glances. This was the narrative that drew them forth.
"Two of my grandchildren were staying at our house last week--Mary
Bronson, my son's daughter--she's ten years old--and Tommy Linn, my
oldest daughter's child, he's about five, and has a great notion of
being a man; he's out of petticoats now, and you couldn't punish him
worse than by making him put them on again.
"Well, the second night he was with us I was in a quandary. His
night-gown had been hung out to air, and a shower had come up and made
it soaking wet, for you see nobody had thought to bring it in, and his
mother had sent only one.
"When Tommy saw the condition it was in he spoke right up:
'Grandmother, don't you give me a girl's night-gown, 'cause I sha'n't
wear it. I want to have a man's.'
"'Yes,' I said, 'so you shall. Mary, you go and get one of his Uncle
Sam's for him.' Then I whispered to her, 'Bring one of yours.'
"So she brought it, and as I shook it out Tommy looked at it very
suspiciously. 'Is that a man's?' he says.
"'Yes,' says I, 'it's one of your Uncle Sam's.' So he let me put it on
him, and went off to sleep as quiet and contented as could be."
"But do you think it was right?" asked Miss Stanhope in a tone of
gentle remonstrance. "It was not the truth you told the child."
"No," acknowledged Mrs. Bronson reluctantly, "but what is a body to
do? You have to manage children somehow, and if I hadn't deceived him,
there'd have been a regular battle. What would you have done in my
place?"
"Anything, I hope, rather than tell an untruth to one child and give a
lesson in falsehood and deception to the other. Excuse an old woman's
plain speaking, but how can you ever tell that little Mary that lying
is a great sin--a sin that must cost the loss of the soul if unrepented
of and unforsaken? or how blame her if she, at some future day, puts
your lesson in practice to deceive you, perchance in some matter of
vital importance to you or herself?"
There was silence in the room for some moments, while Mrs. Bronson sat
looking extremely uncomfortable; then she said, with an attempt to
speak lightly, "You make a very serious matter of it, Miss Stanhope."
"It _is_ a serious matter," returned Aunt Wealthy, "as I am sure you
will acknowledge upon thoughtful consideration. I am sorry to cause you
mental disquiet, but 'faithful are the wounds of a friend,' the wise
man says."
"That is true, and I dare say you are right. I shall think over what
you have been saying," Mrs. Bronson returned, rising to take leave.
"What do you think of it all?" she asked her companion as they left the
house.
"I'm afraid the old lady was right, Sarah, though I own I never
thought of it in that light before--telling fibs to children to keep
them from misbehaving, I mean. I've done it occasionally myself, but I
don't think I ever shall again. As she said, how can we expect them to
speak the truth if we are not always careful to do it ourselves?"
"Annis," Mildred called to her sister, "please bring Percy in now; it
is growing too late for him to be out."
"He doesn't want to come," was the answer; "can't he stay out a little
longer?"
"No; the sun is near setting, and the air is growing quite cold,"
Mildred answered, running down into the garden and taking her little
boy by the hand. "Come, son, we must go in now, for mamma does not want
her dear baby to get sick."
"No; won't get sick," he asserted in the most positive manner. "P'ease,
mamma, let Percy tay wee 'ittle bit longer."
"No, darling; but if it is a good day to-morrow you shall have a nice
long play and a drive in the carriage with papa and mamma, beside."
She was leading him gently on toward the house while she spoke. The
child did not resist, but he set up a loud wail.
"My little boy must not be naughty," Mildred said, in a gently
reproving tone.
Still the crying continued, and indeed increased in violence as she led
him over the threshold into the hall. There she stopped, and stooping
down to take off his out-door garments, "Percy," she said firmly, "you
must stop this noise at once. Mamma is very sorry her little boy is
so naughty. Now be good, and we will go into the parlor to see dear
grandma and the rest, and you may get up on a chair by the window and
watch for grandpa, and papa, and Uncle Wallace to come to supper.
They'll be coming pretty soon, and then we will have our supper, and
after that Percy shall go to his nice little bed."
Being of a pleasant disposition, and having already learned by
experience that nothing was ever gained from his mother by fretting,
crying, or teasing, the little fellow presently ceased his wailing,
allowed her to dry his eyes, gave her a kiss and a promise to be good,
and was so for the rest of his stay at his grandfather's.
Zillah had watched the little scene with interest, and had not failed
to note the fact that Don's report of Mildred's management was correct;
that she did not caress and fondle her child while he was misbehaving,
but treated him in a way to make it evident to him that his conduct was
displeasing to her.
At the tea-table there was again an illustration of the difference in
the training the two children were receiving. Percy was given only
plain, wholesome food suited to his infant years. Stuart, refusing to
be content with that, was permitted to eat cake, preserves, meat--in
fact, everything upon the table to which he chose to take a fancy.
"Is that the way you feed your child?" the doctor asked in a tone of
surprise quite unmingled with approval.
"Yes," replied Wallace carelessly, "he eats whatever we do; we let him
have anything on the table that he fancies. You don't think it the best
plan, I see."
"No; unless your object is to make an invalid of him."
"I couldn't bear to eat dainties without giving my child a share!"
exclaimed Zillah with some heat. "And it never hurts him."
"I think you are mistaken there," said the doctor; "that such
indulgence does not immediately result in violent illness is no proof
that it does no harm. I am afraid you will discover one day, when it is
too late, that very serious harm has been done. There is great danger
that his digestive organs will give way under the great strain put upon
them, and if you do not lose him, you will have him a sufferer for
life."
Zillah looked startled and alarmed, while Wallace, turning to her,
said, "If that's the case, little wife, we must promptly turn over a
new leaf with him. I'm afraid Charlie has the right of it; you know how
restless Stuart is often at night, and I dare say it's all owing to our
foolish habit of indulging him in eating rich and unwholesome food."
"I suppose so; I begin to think I am not fit to have a child," Zillah
said half impatiently, half sadly, "for my management so far seems to
have been all blunders."
"Live and learn, daughter," her father said cheerily; "don't be
disheartened, but set about correcting your mistakes as fast as
possible. I don't think," he added, patting Stuart's head, "that my
namesake grandson is quite ruined yet. Do you, Uncle Charlie?"
"Oh no, indeed!" replied the doctor; "he's a fine little fellow, and
I want him to have a chance to continue such, physically as well as
otherwise."
"It shall not be his father's fault if he doesn't," said Wallace.
"Nor his mother's," added Zillah. "Wallace, we would rather live on
very plain fare ourselves than have our boy injured with rich living,
wouldn't we?"
"Certainly; but perhaps that need not be the only alternative," he
answered, with a good-humored smile.
"I'm sure I don't want to have a battle with him at every meal," she
said disconsolately.
"Perhaps that may be avoided by sending him to his play before bringing
on objectionable dishes," said her husband.
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Chapter Tenth.
ELSIE AND HER BROTHER.
"Horace, bring papa that newspaper that lies on the table yonder," Mr.
Dinsmore said to his little son.
The child, seated in his own little chair by his mother's side, was
listlessly turning the leaves of a picture-book. Elsie had just
finished her recitations for the morning, and was now sitting on the
other side of Rose, taking a lesson in fancy-work.
Mr. Dinsmore had spoken in a pleasant tone, rather of request than
command, yet Horace, though usually ready to obey promptly and
cheerfully, sat perfectly still, as if he had not heard, or did not
choose to heed.
"Horace, do you hear me? Go and bring me that paper," said his father;
and this time the tone was one of stern command.
The child's face instantly assumed a stubborn, sullen expression, while
he neither moved nor answered.
Elsie, pale and trembling with apprehension, gave him an entreating,
her father an imploring look, which neither seemed to see.
Mr. Dinsmore was regarding his son with a look of stern displeasure,
and Horace's eyes were on his book.
"Horace, dear, do as papa bids you," said Rose, with gentle entreaty.
"Leave him to me, Rose," said her husband; "I have given the order, and
I am the one to enforce it. Horace, obey me instantly or I shall whip
you till you do."
At that stern sentence Elsie almost cried out in fear and dismay, for
well she knew her father's indomitable will, and she could perceive
that Horace, whom she so dearly loved, that to see him suffer pain was
far worse than to have it inflicted upon herself, was just now in a
most stubborn, refractory mood.
Probably the state of the atmosphere had something to do with it, for
it was a rainy day, close and sultry.
"Me don't want to," muttered the little fellow, making no movement to
obey; then as he felt a not very gentle grasp upon his arm, "Me won't!"
he cried, with a defiant look upon his father's face.
Mr. Dinsmore instantly administered a pretty severe chastisement, Rose
sitting by pale and sad, Elsie with the tears streaming over her cheeks.
Horace cried violently, but still refused obedience to the reiterated
command, "Go and get that paper and bring it to me."
The punishment was repeated with added severity, but he stubbornly
persisted in his refusal, and the battle went on till his mother,
unable to endure the sight, rose and left the room, and Elsie so far
forgot herself in her darling little brother's pain that she ran to the
rescue, threw her arms about him, and tried to drag him away from her
father.
"Oh, papa, don't!" she sobbed; "please don't whip him any more! I
cannot bear it."
"Elsie! how dare you!" Mr. Dinsmore exclaimed, in astonishment and
wrath, putting her forcibly aside as he spoke. "Leave the room
instantly," he added, in his sternest tones and with a stamp of his
foot.
She let go her hold of the child, but, lingering, began again her
entreaty, "Oh, papa, please--"
"Will you compel me to punish you in the same way?" he said, again
stamping his foot and pointing significantly to the door.
At that she hastened from the room and sought her own, crying as if
her heart would break.
Horace yielded at last, when nearly exhausted with the conflict,
received a kiss of reconciliation from his father, was then carried to
his mother, and wept himself to sleep in her arms, her tears falling
almost as fast as his.
She had laid him in his crib and was bending over him, tenderly
smoothing back the damp curls from his heated brow, when her husband
came softly to her side, and, putting his arm about her waist, asked in
low, moved tones, "Do you blame me, my Rose? Do you think me a cruel
father?"
She did not answer for a moment, but seemed struggling with emotion.
He sighed deeply.
"I--I think you were conscientious in it all," she said at length, her
voice tremulous with feeling, "and that after beginning the conflict it
was necessary for you to conquer; but I think the beginning it was a
sad mistake."
"How do you mean? What would you have had me do when my child refused
to obey a command so simple and easy to understand and do?"
"My husband," she said, allowing him to lead her to a sofa, where they
sat down side by side, "I do not like to seem to try to teach you who
are so much older and wiser than I; but do you not think you would
have spared yourself and all of us a great deal of pain if instead of
compelling obedience you had simply punished refusal to obey, and there
let the matter rest?"
"Would it have gone as far toward securing obedience in the future?" he
queried, rather as if considering the question himself than asking her
opinion.
"I think so," she said. "Surely a child will not be apt to disobey
very often when he finds that swift punishment is always meted out in
proportion to the magnitude of the offence."
He sat silently meditating for some little time, she anxiously watching
the expression of his face.
At length, turning to her, "I believe you are right, my love," he said,
"and I shall, if possible, avoid such conflicts in the future, as you
advise, simply punishing the act of disobedience, or refusal to obey.
To-day that course would, as you have suggested, have saved us all a
great deal of suffering; and oh, what would it not have saved to Elsie
and myself if put into practice years ago!" He sighed deeply as he
added, "And the pain occasioned by this unfortunate conflict is not all
over yet, for I have her to punish now."
"Elsie?" exclaimed Rose, looking at him in great surprise; "what has
she done?"
He told her what had occurred just as she left the room where he was
battling with Horace, adding, "I must, of course, punish her, for she
was not only rebelling against my authority herself, but upholding her
brother in doing the same."
"I suppose so," said Rose sadly, "but I wish you could feel it right
and wise to forgive her."
"Not till I have inflicted some punishment," he said; "the offence was
quite too serious to be lightly passed over."
"But you will not be severe with her?" Rose said pleadingly. "You know
it was only her great love for her little brother that made her for a
moment forgetful of her duty to you. And I am sure she is repenting
bitterly now."
"I have no intention of inflicting corporal punishment, if that is what
you apprehend," he said; "but I think I ought to make her aware, for a
day or two at least, that she is in disgrace with me."
"I am so sorry," sighed Rose; "for though to some children that would
be a very slight punishment, I know that to her it will be positively
dreadful."
"Yes," he returned, echoing her sigh, "she is extravagantly fond of her
father's caresses and endearments, but so is he of hers, and I doubt if
the punishment will be more severe to the one than to the other of us."
"What's de mattah, chile? What's de mattah wid you an' little massa?"
Aunt Chloe asked, with an anxious, troubled look, as Elsie rushed into
her own apartments crying very bitterly.
Amid heavy sobbing and floods of tears the little girl related what had
passed between her father and brother, winding up with the story of her
interference and its result.
"Oh, darlin' chile, dat was bad!" exclaimed Chloe. "You shouldn't neber
do no sich ting as dat! Dat be bery bad ting fo' little massa, what you
been an' gone an' done. De Bible say chillens mus' min' dere fader and
mudder."
Elsie made no reply, but throwing herself on a couch, half buried her
face in a pillow in the effort to shut out the sound of Horace's cries,
which penetrated even there.
Until they ceased she scarcely thought of anything but that he was
being hurt; but when all grew quiet with the ending of the conflict,
she was suddenly struck with the enormity of her offence and the dread
certainty that her father was greatly and justly incensed at her
unwarrantable interference between him and her brother.
She was astonished at her own temerity, and trembled at thought of the
probable consequences. That some sort of punishment would be meted out
to her she had not the slightest doubt, and as her father was wont to
be prompt in action, she fully expected a visit from him as soon as he
was done disciplining Horace.
She listened with a quaking heart for the sound of his approaching
footsteps; but the minutes and the hours crept on and he came not.
The dinner-bell rang, and Elsie started up full of perplexity and
alarm, doubting whether she was or was not expected to obey its summons.
"Oh, mammy," she cried, "I don't know what to do! I don't want to go
to the table. Please go and ask papa if I may be excused. Tell him my
head aches, for indeed it does, and I'm not at all hungry."
"Co'se, chile, co'se you's got misery in de head after all dat cryin',"
replied Aunt Chloe, putting down her knitting to go and do the errand.
"Don' cry no mo', honey; maybe massa forgib you, ef you's right down
sorry."
"I am sorry, mammy," sobbed Elsie; "oh, I am very sorry; but I know
that papa will punish me somehow or other, and I deserve it."
"Maybe not, honey," responded Aunt Chloe cheerfully, then hurried away
to the dining-room.
She returned in a few minutes, bringing a very nice meal daintily
arranged on a silver waiter.
"What did papa say?" asked Elsie anxiously.
"Not much, honey; only, 'Bery well, Aunt Chloe, you kin take her
something when she feels inclined to eat.'"
Elsie's tears burst forth afresh. Was it then a matter of indifference
to her father that she was in pain? her father, who was usually so
full of loving anxiety at the slightest indication of anything being
amiss with her?
"Oh, mammy," she sobbed, "what if papa shouldn't ever love me any more!"
"Ki, chile, dat a heap ob nonsense you's talkin' now!" laughed Chloe.
"Massa couldn't neber help it; not a bit; you's jes' de light ob his
eyes. Dere now, don' cry no mo', but jes' eat what your ole mammy fotch
fo' you."
There was some slight and temporary comfort in the assurance her mammy
expressed, and the little girl found herself able, by its help, to eat
sparingly of the dainties she had brought her.
"Did papa say I must stay in my rooms till I got permission to leave
them?" she asked.
"No, honey, darlin', he didn't say nuffin' 't all 'bout dat; didn't gib
no corrections, but jes' 'bout gibin' you what you wants to eat when
you's ready fo' it. Dat don' soun' so mighty bad fo' yo' case, chile,
an' I respects mass'll be comin' in 'rectly fo' to kiss an' make up."
"No," Elsie said, shaking her head and bursting into tears again,
"he'll punish me first; I am quite sure of that."
"Ki, chile! ef he gwine fo' to do dat, what you 'spose he waitin' fo'?"
"I don't know," sobbed the little girl; "but I'm afraid it will be a
long while before he will pet and fondle me again, or even give me a
kind look or word."
"Why you tink dat, honey?"
"Oh, because he looked so stern and angry when he stamped his foot at
me and ordered me out of the room."
The afternoon passed very slowly in the constant yet vain expectation
of a visit from her father or a summons to his presence. Several times
she was on the point of venturing into it without being called, but her
heart failed her; she was not sure that it might not be looked upon as
an additional offence; he had sent her out of the room without saying
how long he meant her banishment to last.
Besides, she wanted to be sure of seeing him alone; she would not have
even Rose a witness of the interview.
So she waited till the hour when the latter would be engaged in seeing
little Horace put to bed for the night, then in much trepidation went
in search of her father. She felt quite sure of finding him alone, for
there were no guests in the house, and as it was still storming, there
seemed no danger of any one calling.
She went first to the parlor, which was their principal family room
when alone. Yes, there he was, sitting in an easy-chair by a window,
his back toward her, doubtless reading, and quite alone.
She stole noiselessly to the back of his chair, her heart beating
very fast and loud. She almost thought he must hear it; but he seemed
unaware of her approach, entirely absorbed in his book.
She caught hold of the chair-back to steady and support herself, for
she was trembling in every limb.
"Papa, I--" she began, her voice full of tears.
"I have nothing to say to you, Miss Dinsmore, except that I forbid
you to address me by that title or to call me father, or to take any
liberties with me that would be unsuitable in a stranger guest in the
house," he interrupted, in a freezing tone, without turning toward her,
and with his eyes still upon his book.
"Oh, I can't bear it! I _can't_ bear it!" she cried, with a burst of
sobs and tears, throwing herself at his feet. "I know I've behaved
very badly, but I'm--"
"Get up," he said sternly, again interrupting her; "control yourself,
or leave the room till you can."
His look was as stern and cold as his words.
She struggled to her feet and went back to her own rooms, crying very
bitterly.
"Oh, mammy, mammy," she sobbed, "it's even worse than I expected, for
I'm forbidden to call him father or papa. Oh, what shall I do? How can
I call him anything else? And I mustn't hug or kiss him or sit on his
knee; and--and he called me 'Miss Dinsmore.' Just think of it! Not even
Elsie, without the pet names I love so to hear from his lips, but Miss
Dinsmore, as if I were a stranger he cared nothing about."
"'Tain't gwine to las' long, honey darlin', dat ar ain't," said Chloe
soothingly, taking the weeper in her arms and caressing her tenderly;
"you' jes' de light ob massa's eyes, like I tole you befo', an' de pet
names be sho' to come again fo' long. 'Sides, you'll hab yo' ole seat
on massa's knee, an' all de hugs and kisses you wants."
"I'm afraid not for a long while, mammy," sobbed the little girl. "I
think papa has not been so displeased with me since that dreadful time,
so long ago, when we lived at Roselands."
The tea-bell rang.
"Is you gwine to de table, darlin'?" Chloe asked.
"Oh no, no, mammy!" Elsie exclaimed, with a fresh burst of grief; "papa
bade me leave the room till I could control myself, and I know I could
not do that in his presence yet; oh, how can I ever be with him and not
call him father or papa?"
As they sat down to the table Rose glanced at the vacant seat, then
at her husband. "I fear the dear child is ill with grief and remorse,
Horace," she said, with a troubled, anxious look; "she has such a
tender conscience, and so dearly loves the father whose displeasure she
has incurred."
"She is not ill; I saw her a few moments since," he answered, with a
sigh. "She is distressed, I know, but it is the consequence of her own
wrong-doing, and she must endure it for a time that she may learn never
again to encourage her brother in resistance to lawful authority."
"Don't you think the lesson may be already learned?" Rose said
pleadingly. "She has no stubbornness in her nature, but is very easily
subdued and made penitent."
"I am not so sure of that; she comes of very stubborn stock, on one
side at least," he replied, with a rather melancholy attempt at
pleasantry.
"My dear husband, I wish you would forgive her," pleaded the young
step-mother. "Surely you will before she goes to bed to-night?"
"Can you not be content to leave her to me, my Rose?" he asked. "Do you
not know that I am a most doting father? that she is the very light of
my eyes, and core of my heart? Ah, I sometimes fear she is her father's
idol."
"No," Rose said, half-chokingly, and with tears in her eyes, "I am sure
your conscience need not trouble you on that score so long as you can
find it in your heart to be so severe with her faults."
"Not in my heart, love," he returned, a little hurt, "but in the
settled conviction that I am acting for her good. It requires a strong
effort of my will to resist the promptings of affection; love that
urges me to send for her at once, tell her she is forgiven, and lavish
the tenderest caresses upon her."
"That is just what I should rejoice to see you do," said Rose.
"To-morrow or next day perhaps you may," he answered, in a tone that
seemed to imply that he wished to hear no more on the subject. And
Rose, like the wise woman and affectionate wife that she was, dropped
it, though her heart ached for Elsie.
After they had left the dining-room for the parlor, she asked if she
might go to the little girl's apartments and see if she were feeling
quite well.
"I really don't like to claim so much authority over my wife as to
forbid her going where she will about my house, which is her own also,"
he said, with a slight smile, "but I should prefer to have the child
left to herself for the present. I have not confined her to her rooms,
and she can join us when she will. I only bade her leave my presence
this afternoon till she could control herself; and she would understand
from that that she was at liberty to return to it when ready to comply
with the condition."
"How she will miss her good-night chat seated upon her father's knee;
the good-night hug and kiss he has been wont to bestow upon her!"
sighed Rose.
"Yes," he said, in a moved tone, rising and beginning to pace the room
in a disturbed way, "she will hardly know what to do without them;
nor shall I; but we must. Don't make any further efforts to shake my
resolve, Rose, for I cannot, must not, pass lightly over so serious a
misdemeanor as she has been guilty of in this instance."
Rose could but comply with his wishes, so plainly and strongly
expressed, and Elsie passed the evening alone, except for the
companionship of her nurse; for she dared not trust herself again in
her father's presence till she could hope to be able to maintain the
self-control he required.
As her hour for retiring drew near, Aunt Chloe noted how she was
listening for approaching footsteps, at the same time glancing
frequently at her watch or the clock on the mantel.
"Sho, honey, you's gwine to de parlor to say good-night fo' you goes to
bed?" she remarked inquiringly.
Elsie shook her head, the tears rolling down her cheeks. "How can I,
mammy, when I mustn't say father or papa?" she sobbed. "I couldn't
without crying, if at all; and papa forbade me his presence till I
could control myself. There, my bedtime has come, and papa hasn't.
Oh, I could hardly help hoping he did not mean to let me go to bed
unforgiven. There's never been a night before since--since those
dreadful days at Roselands, that I've gone without his kiss, or without
being held close to his heart with tender, loving words as if I were
the dearest thing to him in all the world."
"Don't you go for to fret yo' po' heart out, blessed chile," Chloe
said, taking her nursling in her kind arms. "Yo' ole mammy lubs you
like her life; so does yo' pa too; an' maybe he's gwine come in hyah
'bout de time you's ready fo' bed, to kiss an' make up ef you promises
neber to do so no mo' as you been an' gone an' done dis hyah mornin'."
"Oh no, never, never!" Elsie sobbed, hiding her face for a moment on
Aunt Chloe's shoulder. "I don't know how I ever dared to do it! I
deserve to be punished very severely; no wonder papa is so displeased
with me."
She was soon in bed, but did not, as usual with her, fall asleep at
once; she lay for a good while listening to every sound, hoping even
against hope that her father would relent and come to give her his
forgiveness and a loving kiss ere she slept; but he did not, and at
length she cried herself to sleep. It was the same thing over again in
the morning; she hoped he would come to her to inquire of her penitence
and good resolutions for the future, or send for her to go to him; but
she waited and wished in vain, breakfasted in her own rooms--still too
distrustful of her power of self-control to venture to join her parents
in the breakfast-room--then prepared her task for the day; yet could
not find courage to carry them to her father that he might hear her
recitations.
She was glad the weather continued such as to keep visitors away; she
hoped none would come till this trouble of hers was over; for how
could she bear to have any one out of the family--even good, kind Mr.
Travilla--know that she had so displeased her father? And while his
displeasure lasted, how impossible it would be for any guest to fail to
perceive it.
She tried one employment after an other--needlework, reading,
music--but found no interest in any of them, and every now and then she
would give way to a fit of violent weeping.
"Oh," she said to herself, "how long is it to last? Papa did not say,
and I don't know when he will think I have been punished enough."
So the day wore wearily away, and night came again without any change
for the better.
Sadly mourning over her estrangement from her father, and longing
inexpressibly for his forgiveness and loving favor, a thought struck
her.
"Ah, yes," she said half aloud, "I will write to papa the confession
and plea for pardon he would not let me speak."
Opening her writing-desk, she selected a sheet of paper, took up her
pen and dipped it in the ink; but, alas, how should she begin her note?
By what title address the father who had forbidden her to call him
that? How impossible to call him anything else! How disrespectful, how
impertinent to omit a title altogether!
She laid down her pen, pushed the paper aside, and covering her face
with her hands, wept long and bitterly, Chloe watching her with
tear-dimmed eyes.
"Precious chile," she said at length, "what kin yo' ole mammy do fo'
her pet?"
"Nothing, mammy, unless you could persuade my father to forgive and
love me again."
"Po' dear, he'll do dat befo' long; I'se pow'ful sure ob dat. Massa so
fond ob you he kaint hole out much longer hisself. Was you gwine write
sumfin' to massa, honey?"
"Yes, but I can't, because he forbade me to call him father or papa,
and--and oh, I don't know how to call him anything else. Oh, mammy, I
don't believe I can sleep at all to-night without his forgiveness!"
"Den 'spose my chile go an' ax massa fo' it."
"No, I dare not, because he forbade me to take any greater liberty with
him than a stranger guest might, or to come into his presence till I
could be calm; and I know I could not yet."
"Den yo' ole mammy gwine fo' you; an' dis am de bes' time, kase I
s'pect massa by hisself in de parlor," she said, rising and leaving the
room.
As she had expected, she found Mr. Dinsmore alone in the parlor.
Dropping a courtesy, she stood before him with folded hands, waiting in
respectful silence for an invitation to speak.
"Well, Aunt Chloe, what is it?" he asked.
"Massa, my chile frettin' herself sick."
"She must not do that," he said, with a touch of sternness in his tone.
"Please, sah, s'pose my chile kaint help it?"
"She must help it. Tell her I say so."
"Oh, massa, ain't you gwine forgib my chile? She am mighty sorry she
been an' gone an' done such t'ing; she ain't neber gwine do de like ob
dat no mo'."
"I trust not," he said; "I shall have to be very severe with her if she
does. No, I am not ready to forgive her yet. Such conduct as she has
been guilty of cannot be passed over with a trifling punishment. She
must be made to realize that her offence is a very serious one."
A wave of his hand with the last word gave Chloe to understand that the
interview was at an end.
Elsie's heart beat high betwixt hope and fear as she sat waiting and
listening for Chloe's returning footsteps, and for her father's, which
might perhaps accompany or precede them.
"Oh, mammy, what did he say? will he forgive me? may I go to him now
and call him papa?" she asked, half-breathlessly and with an eager,
longing look, as her nurse came in. Then reading the answer in Chloe's
sad and troubled countenance, she dropped her face into her hands and
sobbed aloud.
"Don't, chile; don't, honey darlin'; I'se sho it all come right befo'
long," Chloe said tenderly, laying her hand caressingly on the drooping
head. "But massa he say you mus' stop dis frettin' an' cryin'. I tole
him s'pose you couldn't, but he say bery sternly, 'She must.' Kin you
do it, darlin'?"
"I'll try; I must obey my father," she sighed, and lifting her head,
wiped away her tears, and by a strong and determined effort stopped
their flow and suppressed her sobs.
It was now time for her preparations for bed. She went through them in
silence, tears now and again gathering in her eyes, but none suffered
to fall.
"Papa must be obeyed," she kept repeating to herself.
She maintained her self-control for some time after laying her head
upon her pillow, but sleep did not visit it, and as she lay there
turning restlessly from side to side, mental distress again so overcame
her that ere she was aware of it she was wetting her pillow with floods
of tears and sobbing aloud.
It was now Mr. Dinsmore's own hour for retiring, and he was in his
room, the door of communication with his little daughter's bedroom open
as usual, so that the sound of her weeping came very distinctly to his
ear.
The next moment Elsie felt herself lifted from the bed and set upon her
feet; then her hand was taken in a close clasp and she led into the
adjoining room, her own dressing-room.
Here the moon shone brightly in at a window, in front of which stood an
easy-chair. Toward that her father led her, and seating himself therein
was about to draw her to his knee; but she fell at his feet sobbing,
"Pa--oh, I can't help forgetting and calling you that, or crying
because you are angry with me; but I don't want to be disobedient, and
I'm so, so sorry for all my naughtiness. Please, please forgive me;
please let me call you father, or my heart will break!"
"You may. I remove the prohibition," he said, in a moved tone, lifting
her up and drawing her to his breast; "and if you are indeed very
penitent on account of your very bad behavior yesterday, and promise
never to do such a thing again, I will forgive and receive you back
into favor."
"Dear father, thank you," she sobbed, clinging about his neck. "I think
I was never so sorry in all my life, and I am quite resolved never,
never to do such a thing again; I am astonished at myself to think I
ever dared to do it."
"So am I," he said; "and I am afraid you are hardly yet fully sensible
of the enormity of your offence. I want you to reflect that in that act
you were not only guilty of high-handed rebellion yourself, but were
encouraging and upholding your brother in the same. Do you wonder that
I have felt it my painful duty to punish you with some severity?"
"No, papa," she answered humbly, "I feel that I have deserved it all,
and a great deal more. I wonder you didn't whip me too then and there,
that Horace might see how very naughty you considered my interference,
and that I must obey just the same as he."
"I probably should have done just that had you been a little younger,"
he said, "and I am not altogether sure that I ought to have suffered
you to escape as it was. You may be very sure," he added gravely and
with some sternness of tone, "that you will not, if the offence is ever
repeated."
"Oh, it shall not be, papa, it never, never shall!" she exclaimed,
holding up her face for a kiss, which he gave very heartily.
"To make sure of that, if you see such a conflict beginning (though I
trust there will be no more of them), leave the room at once," he said.
They were silent for a moment, she with her head laid on his breast,
her arm about his neck, while he held her close, softly smoothing the
curls back from her brow with the free hand, and gazing down tenderly
into the little pale face with its tear-swollen eyes.
"My poor darling, you have had a sad time of it," he remarked
presently. "You have been crying a great deal, I see."
At that her face flushed painfully, and her lip quivered. "Please,
papa, don't be angry," she said in tremulous tones. "I tried to stop as
soon as you sent me word that I must. I didn't shed any more tears till
after I got into bed; but then I was so, so hungry for my good-night
kiss that they would come in spite of all I could do."
"Don't be afraid," he said; "I have forgiven all your offences, and
this is the seal," kissing her fondly several times.
"Dear papa, thank you. Oh, how dearly I do love you! how sweet your
caresses are to me!" she exclaimed. Then after a moment's silence, "Are
mamma and Horace quite well, papa?" she asked.
"Yes; both would have been in to see you if their plans had met my
approval. Horace was much concerned when I explained to him that
because his sister was so very naughty as to try to take him away from
me when I was punishing him for being stubborn and disobedient, she had
to be punished too; and for that reason he could not see her."
"I am very much ashamed of having set him so bad an example, papa," she
said with a sob, and blushing deeply.
"It was to neutralize that example, not to mortify you, that I deemed
it necessary to tell him. Now, my love, my darling, it is high time you
were in bed and asleep," he added, repeating his caresses; then setting
her on her feet again, he led her back to her bed, laid her in it, and
with a fatherly blessing and a kiss on lip and cheek and forehead, left
her to her slumbers.
At first she seemed too full of joy and thankfulness to close an eye;
yet ere she was aware of it the happy waking thoughts had merged
themselves in blissful dreams.
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Chapter Eleventh.
CROSSING THE PLAINS.
News was several times received from Rupert and Don during their slow
and toilsome journey across the States of Illinois and Missouri, but
when the last frontier town was left behind and with it such luxuries
of civilization as mails and post-offices, the door of communication
was closed: they could neither hear from home nor be heard from there
till the trackless wilderness should be crossed and the land of golden
promise reached.
The Keiths had an ox-team and wagon for the transportation of their
baggage--clothing, camp equipage, mining tools, and some luxuries,
among which were a few books. Also a saddle-horse, which they rode
by turns; though Rupert oftener than Don, who had more strength for
driving and more taste for it.
This emigrant band, of which they formed a part, comprised some twenty
men, several with wives and children; a dozen wagons drawn by oxen,
and two or three horses beside that which was the joint property of
Rupert and Don.
Rupert's health had steadily improved from the time of leaving home,
so that the bulletins to the dear ones there had been sources of great
joy, though joy mingled with grief at the thought of the months or
perhaps years that must pass by ere they could hope to see the loved
wanderers again.
Rupert, who was of a very kindly disposition, always on the lookout for
opportunities to be of service to others, had already become a general
favorite with his fellow-travellers.
Was a little child crying with the weariness of confinement to the
cramped quarters of the wagon, he would take it on his horse before
him, and give it the rest of a brisk canter in the open air and with an
unobstructed view on all sides.
Older ones were frequently taken up behind him; at other times he
dismounted, and joining them as they plodded along beside or in the
rear of the wagons, beguiled the tediousness of the way with story or
song.
So slow was the movement of the oxen, so wearisome the constant sitting
or lying in the jolting wagons, that a robust child would very often
prefer walking during the greater part of the day; and even little
girls were known to have walked hundreds of miles in making the trip
across the plains.
But it was necessary to keep near the wagons because of danger from
wild beasts and roving bands of Indians.
Rupert, and indeed every man in the party, was always armed ready
to repel an attack or to bring down game that came within shooting
distance, thus adding a welcome variety to their bill of fare. There
were wild geese and turkeys, prairie fowl, rabbits, squirrels, deer,
bisons, and bears, all to be had for the shooting.
After leaving Independence they camped out every night, building a
fire to cook their evening meal and keep off wild beasts, except when
there was reason to fear that Indians were in the neighborhood; then
the fire was not kindled, as the smoke would be likely to reveal their
vicinity to the lurking foe; but instead, sentinels were posted, who
kept vigilant watch while the others slept.
Occasionally in the day-time, when no game had come near, two or three
of the men would mount their horses and gallop away over the prairie
in search of it, finding it no very difficult task to overtake the
slow-moving wagon-train, even after a ride of several miles, and an
absence, it might be, of an hour or more.
One afternoon, when they had been many weeks passing through that great
wilderness, so that they were now much nearer California than the homes
they had left behind, they were crossing a seemingly boundless rolling
prairie.
Their provisions were getting low, and fowls and larger game alike had
kept out of shooting range all day.
"It's five o'clock," Rupert Keith said, looking at his watch and
addressing a man named Morton, who was riding by his side, "and will
soon be too late for a shot at anything. Suppose we dash off over those
hills yonder and see if we can't scare up something."
"Agreed," replied Morton. Then called to another horseman, "Halloo,
Smith! will you join Keith and me in a run over those hills in search
of game?"
"That I will!" was the rejoinder, and away they galloped, and were in a
few moments lost to the view of the rest of their party, who continued
moving onward in their accustomed leisurely fashion.
An hour or more had passed; the prairie still stretched away on every
side; the distant hills to the southward, beyond which the horsemen had
gone, were still in view, and the eyes of almost every one in the train
were turned ever and anon in that direction, hoping for their return
well-laden with venison or wild fowl.
At length a shout was raised, "Here they come!" but was followed
instantly by the affrighted cry, "Indians! Indians!" for a party of the
latter were in full chase.
Don was walking beside his team, two little girls quite near him. He
caught them up and almost threw them into his wagon, telling them
to lie down and keep quiet and still; then turned and pulled out a
revolver.
Others had acted with equal quickness, and were ready--some from their
wagons, some from the ground--to fire upon the advancing foe.
There was a brief, sharp fight; the Indians were driven off, carrying
their killed and wounded with them.
Then it was found that Rupert was missing, Smith badly wounded, one
or two others slightly, while Don lay insensible and bleeding on the
ground near his wagon.
They at first thought him dead, but he had only fainted from loss of
blood, and they presently succeeded in bringing him to.
"Rupert? my brother--where is he?" he asked in the first moment of
consciousness.
"Those red devils have done for him, Don," Morton answered, with a
tremble in his voice; "the shot that tumbled him from his horse was the
first intimation we had that they were upon us."
Don groaned and hid his face.
"Don't take it so hard," said a pitying woman's voice; "he's gone to a
better place; we all know that; nobody could be with him a day and not
see that he was a real Christian."
"That's so." "True enough, Mrs. Stone." "I only wish we were all as
ready for heaven," responded one and another.
Then Morton suggested that they ought to be moving on; the Indians
might return in larger force; it would not do to encamp where they
were, and night was coming on.
To this there was a general assent. Don was carefully and tenderly
lifted into his wagon and gently laid down upon the softest bed that
could be improvised for him; then a volunteer driver from among the
young men of the party took his seat and drove on, doing his best to
make the motion easy to the sufferer. They were the last of the train,
but not far behind the wagon next in front of them.
In spite of all the care and kindness shown him, Don's bodily
sufferings were acute, yet by no means equal to his mental distress;
his sense of bereavement--a bereavement so sudden, so shocking--and
anguish at the thought of the poignant grief of his parents when the
dreadful news should reach their ears.
The emigrants pushed on for several hours before they ventured to stop
and encamp. When at last they did, the cessation of motion gave some
slight relief to poor Don, and the food brought him by the kind-hearted
woman who had tried to comfort him with the assurance of his brother's
readiness for death, revived somewhat his failing strength; but it was
a night of pain and grief, in which Don would have given much to be at
home again, especially if he might have had Rupert there alive and well.
The night passed quietly; there was no new alarm, and early in the
morning the emigrants pursued their way, pressing forward as rapidly
as circumstances would permit, and keeping a sharp lookout for Indians.
Before they started--indeed, as soon as he was awake, Morton came to
ask how Don was, and how he had passed the night.
Don answered briefly, then burst out, "Oh, Morton, are you quite sure
that--that my brother was killed? May he not have been only stunned by
the shot and the fall from his horse?"
Morton shook his head. "No, I looked back several times, and he never
moved."
"Oh," groaned Don, "if only I were not helpless, I should go and search
for him, for I do not feel at all sure that he is not still alive."
"Well, I think you may," said Morton; "for even supposing he was not
killed by that first shot and the fall, the Indians would be sure to
finish him when they went back, for they went off in that direction."
Don turned away his face with a heavy sob. It did indeed seem almost
impossible that Rupert could have escaped death, and yet--and yet--oh,
if he were but able to go in search of him! Perhaps he was a captive
doomed to death by slow torture. Oh, to fly to his aid! rescue or
perish with him!
But no one else in all the company thought there was the least chance
that he was alive, and to go in quest of him would not only greatly
delay them (a great misfortune, considering the fact that their stock
of provisions was so low), but would risk all their lives, as the
Indians were probably still prowling about that spot, and might attack
them in great force.
The poor boy's only comfort was, that wherever and in whatever
circumstances his brother might be, he was under the care of an
almighty Friend, who would never leave nor forsake him, and in being
able to plead for him with that Friend.
The rest of the journey was of course a very sad one to poor Don,
though every one was kind to him, doing all that was possible for his
relief and comfort, partly for Rupert's sake, partly for Don's own, for
he too had ever shown a pleasant, obliging, kindly disposition toward
others.
His wounds had nearly healed, and he had recovered almost his usual
strength by the time their destination was reached.
Arrived there, he wrote at once to his parents, telling of Rupert's
loss, his own condition, and asking if they were willing that, being
now upon the ground, he should stay for a time and look for gold.
But as months must elapse ere he could hope to receive an answer, he
set to work determined to do his best in the mean time.
He did not find the life a whit less toilsome and trying than his
parents had warned him it would be, nor were his surroundings any
more agreeable; the roughest of men, drinking, smoking, swearing,
quarrelsome creatures, were often his daily companions; the foulest
language assailed his ears; gambling and drunken brawls went on in
his presence; robberies, murders, and lynchings were of frequent
occurrence; the Sabbath was openly desecrated; men--even those who
had been all their previous lives accustomed to the restraints of
religion--here acted as if they had never heard of God, or heaven, or
hell.
And there were few creature comforts to be had; all the necessaries of
life were sold at astonishingly high prices, so that gold, even when
found, could not be kept, but melted away like snow in the sun.
It was not long before Don's thoughts were turned yearningly toward the
home he had been so eager to forsake.
He was tolerably fortunate in his quest: but alas! all the gold in the
world could not compensate for the loss of all the sweetness and beauty
of life; all the happiness to be found in a well-regulated home, where
love to God and man was the ruling principle of action; where were
neatness and order, gentleness and refinement; where sweet-toned voices
spoke kindly affectionate words; affectionate smiles were wont to greet
his coming, and loved eyes to look lovingly into his.
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Chapter Twelfth.
"There is that speaketh like the piercings of a sword."--Prov. 12:18.
Many months had passed, bringing no news from their Westward-bound
sons, and, in spite of their trust in God, Mr. and Mrs. Keith were
often not a little anxious.
Miss Stanhope had returned to her home in the fall after the boys'
departure. Her pleasant, cheery companionship was much missed, and but
for Mildred and Zillah being so near, the mother would have seen many
a lonely hour, though she found agreeable occupation for a part of
each day in teaching Annis, keeping her from school, and constituting
herself her governess.
This took up the morning hours, while the married daughters were
engaged with household cares and duties; then the afternoons, if the
weather permitted any of them to go from home, were usually spent
together at one or another of the three houses, the ladies busy with
their needles, the children playing about the room.
Both Mildred's and Zillah's cares were increasing, for each had now a
little daughter; so that there were four little ones to claim the love
of the grandparents and help to win their thoughts from the anxious
following of the absent sons; in that way they were proving great
comforts as well as cares.
So the winter slipped quietly away without any startling event to mark
its progress.
But in March Mrs. Keith had an attack of pneumonia, which greatly
alarmed the family and kept her in bed for a fortnight. She was
about again, but still feeble, and, in consequence of her weakness
of body, more than ever anxious and distressed about Rupert and Don,
from whom no news had yet been received since the letter written from
Independence so many, many months ago.
Mildred spent every spare moment with her mother, doing all in her
power for her comfort of body and to cheer and interest her and keep
her mind from dwelling upon the absent dear ones.
Dr. Landreth too was exceedingly kind to his mother-in-law, for whom
he had a very strong and filial affection. He would have willingly
sacrificed his own comfort at any time for hers, and was more than
willing to have Mildred constantly with her while she was so feeble and
ailing; while all his skill and medical knowledge were exerted for her
benefit.
One evening Mildred, helping her mother to bed, remarked, "I wonder
what has become of Charlie; he hasn't been in to see you this
afternoon."
"Perhaps that is an evidence that he thinks me a great deal better,"
Mrs. Keith answered, in a playful tone. Then, more seriously, "He has
been very, very good to me, Mildred; you must tell him I appreciate his
kindness."
"He knows you do, mother," Mildred answered; "but indeed it is a real
pleasure to him to do anything in his power for you; he says you are
the only mother he has ever known, and a very dear and precious one."
"No doubt he would have been in this afternoon if he had not been
prevented. I fear somebody is very ill."
A few minutes later Mildred, passing out of the house on her way to her
own home, met her husband at the gate.
He gave her his arm almost without a word, nor did he speak during
their short walk; but Mildred's thoughts were busy, and she scarcely
noticed his silence.
It was too dark in the street to see his face, but on entering their
own sitting-room, where a bright light was burning, she caught sight of
it, and its pale, distressed look struck terror to her heart.
"O Charlie, what is it?" she cried, dropping her cloak upon the floor
and throwing off her bonnet, then putting her arms about his neck and
gazing with frightened, questioning eyes into his that were full of
anguish.
"My darling, I don't know how to tell you," he said hoarsely, holding
her close.
"My brothers?" she gasped, turning pale as death.
He bowed a silent assent.
"What--what is it?" she asked, scarcely able to articulate.
"The very worst," he said. "Yet stay; it may not be true; but there is
a dreadful report about town, that the train was attacked by Indians
and several killed--"
"Rupert and Don among them?" she faltered, half-inquiringly, as he
paused, leaving his sentence unfinished.
"Yes; but, Milly dear, it may be altogether untrue."
She was clinging to him and weeping as if her very heart would break,
her whole frame shaking with sobs.
"My brothers, my brothers! my dear, dear brothers!" she cried. "O
Charlie, Charlie, why did they ever go into such fearful danger?"
"I thought it for the best, love, when I advised it," he said in a
pained tone; "but if I could have foreseen--"
"Dear husband, I forgot it was by your advice," she sobbed; "forgive
me; I should never think of blaming you."
"Thank you, love, I can hardly help blaming myself, though reason tells
me I am innocent. Ah, if I could but have foreseen--"
"But you could not; no mortal could. Both killed? Both gone? Oh, it is
too, too terrible!"
The door flew open and Zillah rushed in, closely followed by Wallace.
He was deathly pale, and his eyes were full of tears. She was weeping
aloud.
"O Milly, Milly!" she cried, "was there ever anything so terrible? It
will kill mother; she can never stand it in her weak state."
"We must manage to keep it from her," the doctor said.
"How can we? She will see it in our faces," sobbed Zillah.
"We must control our features; we must banish every expression of grief
from them and from our words and voices when in her presence. Her life
may depend upon it, for she is very feeble just now."
"We will all try," Wallace said, with a heavy sigh. "Let none of us
venture into her presence until we are sure of ourselves."
"It will be very difficult, but I believe God will give us strength,"
said Mildred, "if we ask it in faith. Oh, it is an awful, awful thing!"
she cried, a fierce paroxysm of grief sweeping over her; then, as she
grew calmer, "but we have strong consolation in the certain knowledge
that they were of those who trust in the imputed righteousness of
Christ; that they had made their peace with God and were ready for the
summons home."
"Yes," said Wallace, "we sorrow not as those without hope; and dear
mother, who lives so near the Master, and realizes so fully the
blessedness of those who have gone to be forever with Him, will, I
doubt not, be able to bear up under this new trial, terrible as it is,
when she has regained her usual health."
"No doubt of it," the doctor said.
"But oh, it is so terrible, so terrible!" sobbed Zillah; "far worse
than any of the many trials that have come to us in the last two or
three years."
"Does father know?" asked Mildred. "Has he heard?"
Neither the doctor nor Wallace could answer the question; they had not
seen him since early in the day.
But while they were saying so the door-bell rang and he came in, bent,
bowed down, aged with grief, till he looked an older man by ten--twenty
years than when they had seen him last.
With a moan of unspeakable anguish he dropped into a chair and bowed
his head upon his hands.
His daughters flew to him and enfolded him in loving arms, tears of
sympathy streaming down their cheeks.
"Father, dear, dear father," they said, "oh, do not be so distressed!
it may not be true."
"Alas, alas! I dare not hope it," he groaned. "My boys--my boys; would
God I had died for you! My sons, oh, my sons! Such a fate! such a
terrible fate!"
"But, dear father, think how happy they are now," said Mildred, weeping
as she spoke.
"Yes, there is great and undeserved mercy mingled with the terrible
affliction," he replied; "'they cannot return to me, but I shall go
to them.' Thanks be unto God for that blessed hope! But my wife--your
mother! this will kill her!"
"Dear father," said Mildred, "do not forget the precious promise, 'As
thy days, so shall thy strength be.'"
"We have all agreed to try to hide it from her till she is stronger,"
the doctor remarked. "We will have to school ourselves to look and act
and speak as if no such news had reached our ears."
"An impossible task, I fear," sighed Mr. Keith. "Marcia and I have had
no secrets from each other since we were married, and it will be no
easy task for me to conceal my anguish of heart from her now; but, God
helping me, I will."
To father and daughters the next few days were a severe ordeal,
for it was difficult indeed to hide their bitter grief from the
love-sharpened eyes of the tender wife and mother; they were cheerful
when they could force themselves to be so; and when tears would have
their way they talked of Fan, and seemed to be mourning afresh over her
early death, or spoke of Ada in her far distant home, and how faint was
the hope that she would ever be with them again.
Mrs. Keith seemed somewhat surprised at these renewed manifestations
of grief that had appeared to be softened by the lapse of time; but
asking no questions, she simply talked to them of Fan's blessedness and
the good work Ada was doing for the Master, and of the time when they
would again be a united family in the glorious land where partings are
unknown.
She was regaining strength every day, and in seeing that they felt well
rewarded for their efforts at self-control and encouraged to persevere
with them; and they did, though at times--especially when she would
speak of Rupert and Don, talking hopefully of soon hearing of their
safe arrival in California--it was almost beyond their power; and they
were compelled to find some pretext for leaving the room, that for a
short space they might let grief have its way.
Mildred was sitting with her mother one morning, her babe asleep by her
side in the cradle that been occupied successively by herself and all
her brothers and sisters, Percy quietly busied with a picture-book.
The two ladies had their sewing, and Annis was conning her lessons on
the farther side of the room.
The door-bell rang, and Celestia Ann ushered in a woman, a resident of
the town with whom the ladies had never had any acquaintance, though
they knew her by name. Her call was therefore a surprise; but they gave
her a pleasant good-morning and a polite invitation to be seated.
She sat down, made a few remarks about the weather and the state of
the roads, then, looking Mrs. Keith full in the face, said, "I s'pose
you've heard the news about the last party that set off from here for
Californy?"
Mildred made a warning gesture, but it was too late, and doubtless
would not have been heeded even could it have been given in time.
"What news?" Mrs. Keith asked, in a startled tone, while Annis rose and
came forward in an excited manner, her eyes wild with affright.
"So you haven't heard?" pursued the caller, with the satisfaction of
the newsmonger in a fresh customer for her wares. "Well--"
"Mrs. Slate," interrupted Mildred, "I must beg you will say no more; we
have heard a vague report, which may be entirely untrue, but have been
trying to keep it from mother, for she is too weak to bear it."
"What is it, Mildred, my child, what is it?" gasped the poor invalid,
turning deathly pale.
"Dear mother, don't ask; it would only distress you, and may be all
a lie," Mildred said, going to her and putting her arms about her in
tender, loving fashion.
"Tell me, my child, tell me; it is useless to try to keep me in
ignorance now; suspense would be worse than the direst certainty,"
faltered the mother.
"But there is no certainty, mother dear," Mildred said pityingly, her
tears falling fast as she spoke; "oh, be content not to hear what can
but give you pain!"
"She'd _ought_ to know," said Mrs. Slate; "she's got to hear it sooner
or later, and what's the use of puttin' her off so? I'll tell you,
Mrs. Keith. They say the train was attacked by the Injins and most o'
the men killed, your two boys among the rest. I felt it my duty to
come and tell you about it, in case you hadn't heard, and to call your
attention to the fact that this appears to be the way Providence has
taken for to punish you for bringin' 'em up to care so much for gold;
and--"
"Leave the house this instant, and never venture to darken its doors
again!" cried Mildred, supporting her fainting mother with one arm,
while she turned, full of righteous indignation, toward her tormentor
with a stamp of her foot to enforce the order she could not refrain
from giving.
"I've only done my dooty," muttered the woman, rising and sailing from
the room with her head in the air.
"O mother, mother!" sobbed Mildred. "Annis, help me to lay her on the
lounge, and run for Charlie. I think he's at home in the office. The
cruel, cruel creature! how could she! oh, _how could_ she!"
Annis, wildly weeping, hastened to obey. "O Milly, Milly, is mother
dying? Is it true about the boys?"
"She has only fainted, and it is only a report about the boys, that
may not be at all true," Mildred said. "Now call Celestia Ann to help
me, and you run for Charlie as fast as you can. O Zillah," in a tone
of relief as the door opened and Mrs. Ormsby came in, "I'm glad you've
come. Run to mother's room and get the bottle of ammonia."
Greatly startled and alarmed by the glimpse she had got of her mother's
white, unconscious face, Zillah ran to do her sister's bidding, while
Celestia Ann, summoned by Annis, hastened to render all the assistance
in her power, and poor, terrified Annis flew like the wind in search of
the doctor.
She found him in, and, though scarcely able to articulate, made him
understand that his presence was wanted with all speed.
She darted back, and he caught up his medicine-case and followed close
at her heels.
Mrs. Keith still lay white and insensible, the three women busy about
her with half-despairing efforts to restore her to consciousness.
They began to fear it was something more than an ordinary faint. Had
that sudden, cruel announcement taken her life? Happy for her were it
so; but oh, how could husband and children spare her?
Mildred turned upon her husband a look of agonized inquiry.
"Do not be alarmed, love," he said, "she will revive presently, I
trust."
Some moments of trying suspense ensued; then her eyes opened wide and
glanced about from one to another.
"What has happened?" she asked, in feeble accents; "have I been worse?"
"In a faint, mother; but you have come out of it now, and I hope will
be none the worse after a little," the doctor answered cheerfully. But
ere the words had left his lips memory had resumed her sway.
"Oh, my sons!" she cried, "my Rupert and Don! Can it be true that I
shall see them no more upon earth? Have they been cut off in the pride
and beauty of their early manhood by a savage foe? O Lord, lead me
to the Rock that is higher than I, for my heart is overwhelmed!" she
cried, clasping her hands and lifting her streaming eyes to heaven.
"Dear mother," sobbed Mildred, leaning over her in tenderest
solicitude, "if they are gone from earth, it is to the better land,
where pain and sin and sorrow are unknown, and where you will one day
join them and all your loved ones. But it may not be true; there is no
certainty yet; it is but a rumor."
"Then how cruel to tell me," she sighed; "and to add that I was to
blame for their going. Ah, God knows I have tried to train them for
heaven, and not to set their affections upon the perishing things of
time and sense."
"Yes, mother, your children can all testify to that," Mildred said;
Zillah adding, "Indeed we can; if any of us are worldly-minded it is
not the fault of either of our parents. And it was not the love of gold
that sent our dear brothers on that journey; one was seeking health,
the other went to take care of him and with a longing for change and
exciting adventure."
At that moment Mr. Keith came in with a letter in his hand. His face
was brighter and happier than they had seen it for many days, eagerness
and anxiety mingling with its gladness.
"From Don to you, my dear," he cried, holding the letter high, with its
address toward her.
"Oh, then it is not true! not true!" was the simultaneous, joyful
exclamation from his daughters; and Mildred, embracing the weeping
invalid, said, "Do you hear, dearest mother? A letter from Don, and you
may dry your tears."
Her husband held it out to her with a glad and loving smile.
She grasped it eagerly, but in vain her trembling fingers essayed to
tear it open.
"Let me, dear wife," he said, taking it gently from her.
"Read it," she said feebly; "my eyes are dim. Oh, my Rupert! is he
living also?"
Mr. Keith glanced down the page, let the letter fall, and dropped his
face into his hands with a heart-rending groan.
Zillah snatched it from the floor, her hand trembling like an aspen
leaf, her face overspread with a deathly pallor.
"My son, my son, my first-born son!" sobbed Mrs. Keith, "gone, gone in
that dreadful way! Yet, thank God that dear Don is left. And blessed be
His holy name that _He_ lives and reigns, and none can stay His hand or
say unto Him, What doest thou?"
"Read, some one," groaned the father; "I cannot!"
Zillah silently handed the letter to the doctor, and he read it in low,
moved tones, often interrupted by the bitter weeping of his listeners.
Rupert's death was a heavy blow; for a time his parents seemed wellnigh
crushed by it, yet not a murmur was ever heard from either; the
language of their lips and lives was, "'Though He slay me, yet will I
trust in Him.'"
The manner of their son's death made it the hardest blow they had ever
received; yet as the months rolled on they learned to speak calmly and
tenderly of him as having gone before to the heavenly home whither they
themselves would soon follow.
Don's letter received a reply in due season. It said his speedy return
would be joyfully welcomed, yet as he was now on the ground, he was
free to stay for a time if such were his choice; so he remained,
fascinated by the hope of success in his search for gold, and feeling a
great repugnance to going back and facing his townsmen without having
secured at least a moderate portion of that which he had come so far to
find.
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Chapter Thirteenth.
"No day discolored with domestic strife;
No jealousy, but mutual truth believ'd,
Secure repose, and kindness undeceived."
--DRYDEN.
Months and years glided swiftly by, bringing to the Keiths only such
changes as they will bring to all: added gray hairs and wrinkles, and
a decrease of strength, vigor, and energy to the old people; to the
younger married ones, an added staidness and dignity of demeanor and
more olive-branches about their tables; while Annis had grown from the
merry, romping child into a tall, slender maiden, even more comely
than the child had been, but with a quieter step and often a dreamy,
far-away look in the sweet blue eyes.
She was the joy of her parents' hearts, the very light of their eyes,
the only child left at home; for Cyril, having completed his college
course, had entered a theological seminary and was preparing to go into
the ministry.
There had been all along a constant interchange of letters with their
relatives at the Oaks, particularly brisk on the part of Annis and
Elsie, and they each knew almost as much of the thoughts, feelings, and
experiences of the other as though they had lived together all these
years.
Letters from the Oaks were always joyfully welcomed, yet were esteemed
as nothing in comparison with those that came occasionally from Ada and
Don, the former of whom had become the happy mother of two children,
whom she described as very sweet and lovable, adding that she had a
great longing to show them to her father and mother. And it was perhaps
not greater than the desire of the grandparents to see them, though
that was far outweighed by their thirst for a sight of the mother's
face.
Mildred was still the devoted daughter she had been in earlier days,
nor less faithful in all that concerned the welfare of husband and
children. She looked well to the ways of her household, nor ever ate
the bread of idleness. She was a careful housekeeper, allowing no
waste, yet most liberal in paying for every service done for her or
hers, and never stinting in the provision for the wants of her family.
Her table was always bountifully provided, her house neat and clean,
her children well and tastefully dressed, her husband's wardrobe
carefully looked to; nor did she neglect the souls, minds, or bodies
of her children. Their physical well-being was to her a matter of very
great importance, and while assiduously cultivating their minds and
hearts, letting them never want for mother-love and tender caresses,
she watched over the health of each with untiring vigilance.
And she had her reward in their rosy cheeks, bounding steps, constant
flow of animal spirits, and devoted love to their parents, especially
their mother; also in their kindness and affection toward each other.
They were a very happy family, a joy of heart to Mr. and Mrs. Keith,
as were Zillah's children also, she having greatly improved in her
management as a mother since the babyhood of her first child.
It was spring-time again, the evenings still cool enough for a little
fire to be very enjoyable. In Dr. Landreth's cosey sitting-room a
bright wood fire blazed cheerily on the open hearth. The doctor himself
sat over it alone and in meditative mood.
Mildred had left the room a moment before to see her children to bed,
a duty she never neglected, and not only a duty, but a pleasure also,
for it gave opportunity for many a sweet interchange of demonstrations
of affection and many a childish confidence to mother which otherwise
might have been withheld; also--the young hearts being warm, the
feelings tender--she found it the best of all seasons for sowing
good seed that might one day spring up and grow and bear fruit unto
everlasting life.
The doctor's meditations seemed not unpleasant, if one might judge from
the calm and placid expression of his countenance; yet occasionally
there was a passing shade of doubt or anxiety.
He looked up with a smile as Mildred re-entered the room. "Come and sit
by my side, dear wife," he said, "and let us have a little confidential
chat. Do you know what I have been thinking, sitting here alone?" he
asked, as she took the offered seat and his arm stole round her waist
in very lover-like fashion.
"No, my dear; how should I?" she answered, with a smile. "Of your
patients, I presume; some case of obscure and difficult diagnosis."
"Ah, you are wide of the mark," he returned, with a light laugh. "No;
my thoughts were principally of the presiding genius of my happiest of
homes, and I am ready to echo the words of the wise man, 'A prudent
wife is from the Lord.' 'Whoso findeth a wife, findeth a good thing,
and obtaineth favor of the Lord.'"
"You're satisfied with yours?" she said inquiringly, and with a glad
look up into his face.
"More than satisfied! Milly, love, you are my greatest earthly
treasure; dearer far to me now than the day we were married, though
then I was sure I loved you as never man loved woman before."
"How you gladden my heart, my dearest and kindest of husbands," she
said, in low, moved tones. "And my experience is the same as yours;
I loved you dearly when we were married, but I love you ten times as
dearly now. How sweet it is to live together as we do, with hearts so
closely united, and ever sharing each other's joys and sorrows! Burdens
thus divided are so much easier to bear, while joys are doubled in the
sharing."
"Yes, it is so," he said.
"'Then come the wild weather--come sleet or come snow,
We will stand by each other, however it blow;
Oppression and sickness, and sorrow and pain,
Shall be to our true love as links to the chain.'"
They talked of their children, now three in number; of their various
dispositions, and the best mode of managing and training each.
After that, breaking a pause in the conversation, the doctor said,
"By the way, Milly, I received a letter to-day from a second cousin
of mine, telling me that a daughter of hers, a young lady, is in poor
health, needing change of climate and scene, her physician says, and
asking if I am willing to take her under my care for a time, probably
until next fall. My love, would you like to take her into the family?"
"I am quite willing if it is your wish, my dear," Mildred answered, but
with a slight sigh; they were so happy and peaceful by themselves, and
this stranger might prove an element of discord.
"It is not my wish if at all unpleasant to you, wife," he said, with
affectionate look and tone. "I fear it may add to your cares and
labors; yet Flora Weston may prove one of those bright, merry, winsome
young things that are like a fresh breeze in a house."
"Perhaps so; and we are told to use hospitality one to another without
grudging," Mildred added, with a pleasant look and smile. "Write her
at once, Charlie, if you feel inclined. I am glad of an opportunity to
show some attention to a relative of yours."
"Just like you, Milly," he responded, with a gratified look.
The letter was sent the next day, and a few weeks later Miss Weston
arrived.
She seemed a rather commonplace girl, quiet and undemonstrative.
Mildred found it a task to entertain her, even with the assistance
her mother and sisters could give, and they did all that lay in their
power. She did not sew, she cared very little for reading, she had
strength for only very short walks; she was no talker, and seldom
seemed to care to listen.
Annis soon voted her an intolerable bore, yet, to relieve Milly, spent
several hours of every day in her society. The doctor did his share by
taking her with him whenever he drove into the country. He made many
attempts to draw her out, both then and when he had an evening at
home, but, not succeeding, finally came to the conclusion that there
was nothing in her.
He would have wholly regretted having invited her but that her health
presently began to improve under his treatment.
Meanwhile Flora was silently observing all that went on in the family,
especially studying Mildred; and at length her manner--which had at
first been very cold and distant--gradually changed till there was at
times a warmth of affection in it.
"You are so kind to me, Cousin Mildred," she said one day; "you have
never neglected anything that could add to my comfort, and have always
shown so much sympathy for my invalidism; far more than ever my own
mother did," she added, in a bitter tone. "Mother is very good and
pious, but she has never taken any care of her children's health;
she is duly anxious about our souls, but neglects our bodies. I must
acknowledge that I came here strongly prejudiced against you, simply
because I had heard you were very pious, and the way I have been
brought up had made me hate piety, hate the Bible and prayer."
"O Flora! and you the child of a Christian mother!" cried Mildred, in
a shocked tone.
"Yes, I believe mother is a real Christian, and I don't wonder you
are shocked at what I have said. But if she had brought me up as you
do your children, I am sure I should have felt quite differently. Is
it any wonder I hate the Bible when, instead of being entertained
when good with beautiful stories out of it, I was always punished
when particularly naughty by being forced to read a certain number of
chapters in proportion to the extent of my delinquency, and commit
so many verses to memory; besides being prayed over--a long tedious
prayer, half of which I did not understand?"
"I have always tried to make the Bible a delight to my children," said
Mildred, "and I think it is. O Flora, I feel very sorry for you that
you do not appreciate its beauty and sweetness! Are you not old enough
now to put away your unfortunate prejudice and learn to love it as
God's own word given to teach us how to obtain eternal life--telling
the old, old story, the sweet, sweet story of Jesus and His love?"
"I have begun to like it better since I came here," Flora answered,
with an abashed look. "I have really enjoyed the Bible stories I
have overheard you telling the children; and somehow religion seems
a lovelier thing as I see it exhibited in your life and the lives
of Cousin Charlie and your parents and sisters, than as my mother
practises it."
"It grieves me to hear a daughter speak so of her mother," Mildred said
gently.
"I don't mean to be unkind or disrespectful toward her," replied Flora,
"but I wish to make you understand how I came to feel such a prejudice
against piety, and against you because I had been told you were very
pious.
"I am quite sure mother is good and sincere, and not at all puffed
up and self-righteous; but I think she makes great mistakes which
prejudice people against her religion.
"Now, my father is not a pious man, and some things mother does,
and her refusal to do some other things, have so turned him against
religion that he never goes inside of a church-door.
"For one thing, mother won't dress like other ladies. He wants to see
her well dressed, but she makes it a part of her religion to go looking
old-fashioned and really dowdy. Father buys her handsome things,
and she won't wear them; she gives them away or cuts them up for the
children, and I don't wonder he won't go to church with her. I am
pretty sure he might have become a regular attendant if she would only
have dressed to suit him.
"And sometimes she gets out of her warm bed, in a cold winter night,
and goes off into a room where there is no fire, and stays there for an
hour or more--in her bare feet and her night-dress--praying. Then she
comes back chilled through; probably has a dreadful cold the next day,
and that makes father mad, and he lays it all to her religion.
"I love my mother, Cousin Mildred, but I can't help blaming her for
at least a part of my sufferings. As I have told you, she has never
taken any care of her children's health; if our food was improperly
cooked, it was a matter of no importance; and just so if our clothing,
beds, or bedding were left unaired, or if any other sanitary measure
were disregarded. We were often forced to eat and sleep in a close,
almost stifling atmosphere; we wore our winter clothes into the heat of
summer, and our thin summer clothing far on into the damp, cold days of
autumn and early winter.
"Then, too, when I began to complain of this dreadful pain in my back,
no notice was taken, and I was expected to do as much as if I were
perfectly well and strong; she would not hire as much help as she
might, as father was quite willing she should, and I was often left to
do everything while she spent hours at a time in her closet.
"I've thought sometimes that life would have been easier for me if
I'd had a worldly-minded mother who would have taken some care of my
health. And I expected to find you the same kind of Christian, but you
are very different."
"I fear the difference is not all in my favor," Mildred said.
"But don't you think health ought to be taken care of?" asked Flora. "I
have noticed that you are very careful of your children's, as well as
of their morals and manners."
"Yes," Mildred said, "I think the Bible teaches very plainly that we
are to be careful of our bodies. 'What? know ye not that your body is
the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and
ye are not your own?' Health is one of God's good gifts and not to be
despised; it is one of the greatest of temporal blessings; besides,
to be careless of it is to lessen our ability to work for God, and
probably to shorten our lives; which we certainly have no right to do.
"But, Flora, perhaps I am not so different from your mother as you
think; I, too, love to spend an hour alone in communion with my best
Friend; and I do not find it time lost, for thus I gather strength for
the duties, trials, and temptations of life. I never could meet them
without the strength and wisdom that He gives in answer to prayer."
"But you don't seem to neglect other duties for that," Flora said, with
an earnest, inquiring look at Mildred.
"I hope not," was the answer; "the Bible tells us there is a time for
everything, and it bids us 'be diligent in business;' but also 'fervent
in spirit, serving the Lord.' It tells us, 'In everything give thanks,'
and also bids us 'pray without ceasing;' so that it is evident that
we need not always retire into the closet to talk with our heavenly
Father, but that while our hands are busy with the work He has given us
to do, we may, and should be, ever and anon lifting up our hearts in
silent prayer to Him.
"O Flora, what a blessed privilege it is to be permitted to do that
at all times and in all places! when in doubt to ask Him for wisdom
and guidance, though it be in regard to but a seemingly trivial matter
(for great events often hang upon trifles), when tempted to indolence,
petulance, censoriousness, or any other sin, to be able on the instant
to send up a cry for strength to resist; a cry to Him who is the hearer
and answerer of prayer, and who has all power in heaven and in earth.
Or if danger threatens one's self or one's dear ones, what a relief to
be able to call at once for help to One who is mighty to save!"
Flora was in a, for her, surprisingly talkative mood. "Cousin Mildred,"
she said, "I have been admiring the good behavior of your children ever
since I came here. They are so obedient, so gentle-mannered, and so
polite to you and their father, to each other, and indeed to everybody.
How have you managed to make them so?"
"There is no great secret about it," Mildred said, smiling. "We try
to teach them politeness and consideration for others by both precept
and example; my husband is always quite as polite and attentive to me
as he could be to any strange lady guest. I try to be the same to him,
and we both treat our children in the same manner; we never give a
command when a request will answer as well, and we seldom meet with
any hesitation in obedience; but if we do, I assure you we resort to
command, and enforce it, too."
"Do you teach them they must obey because you are their parents?" asked
Flora, with a look of keen curiosity.
"Certainly we do," Mildred answered, in some surprise.
"I once read a description of a very nice kind of mother," explained
Flora--"at least the author evidently meant her for a model--and one
thing he said in her praise was that she never claimed a right to her
child's obedience on the plea that she was his mother."
"Then," said Mildred gravely, "he was either unacquainted with the
teachings of God's Word, or had no respect for them, for there are very
many passages that teach children the duty of obedience to parents,
and others that command parents to see to it that their children are
obedient to them.
"There is the fifth commandment, 'Honor thy father and thy mother: that
thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.'
Again, 'Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.'
'Honor thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with
promise.' 'My son, keep thy father's commandment, and forsake not the
law of thy mother,' and many others.
"Then to parents, 'Correct thy son, and he shall give thee rest; yea,
he shall give delight unto thy soul,' and many others of like import;
while Solomon tells us, 'A child left to himself bringeth his mother to
shame.'
"And how sorely Eli was punished for not restraining his sons when
they made themselves vile. Also God says, in commendation of Abraham,
'I know him, that he will command his children and his household
after him, and they shall keep the way of the Lord to do justice and
judgment.' And do you not remember that under the Levitical law the
punishment of a refusal to be obedient to parents was death?"
"Is that so? I had quite forgotten it," said Flora.
Mildred opened a Bible, and turning to the twenty-first chapter of
Deuteronomy, read aloud, "'If a man have a stubborn and rebellious
son, which will not obey the voice of his father, or the voice of
his mother, and that, when they have chastened him, will not hearken
unto them: then shall his father and his mother lay hold on him, and
bring him out unto the elders of his city, and unto the gate of his
place; and they shall say unto the elders of his city, This our son is
stubborn and rebellious, he will not obey our voice; he is a glutton,
and a drunkard. And all the men of his city shall stone him with
stones, that he die; so shalt thou put evil away from among you; and
all Israel shall hear and fear.'"
"I acknowledge that you have proved your case against my author,"
said Flora thoughtfully; "either he was ignorant of the teachings of
Scripture on that point, or he chose to disregard them; which nobody
has a right to do."
"No, that is true," said Mildred; "as the Word of God, whose creatures
we are, it should be to all of us the rule of faith and practice; a
tribunal from which there is no appeal; whose decisions are final."
"I have noticed," remarked Flora, "that you all seem to regard it in
that light, and to have a great love for it too."
"Yes," said Mildred; "and no wonder; its precious promises have been
our comfort and support in many trials--some of them very heavy. I
think those sweet promises were all that kept my mother's heart from
breaking when she heard that her two sons had been killed by the
Indians."
"It must have been dreadful," Flora said, with sympathy; "but it wasn't
true?"
"Not of both, but of one," Mildred answered, with emotion. "Oh, my
dear, dear brother!" she cried, in a sudden burst of grief.
Flora went to her and put her arms about her. "Don't weep so," she
said; "think how happy he is where he has gone, and how safe; no one
can ever make him suffer again."
"I know; and what a comfort it is!" said Mildred; "what joy in the
thought that we shall all meet at last in that blessed land, never to
part again, and to be forever with the Lord!"
From that day Flora seemed a changed girl, ready to talk and to take an
interest in those about her, to appreciate and respond to their efforts
to entertain her, and particularly demonstrative and affectionate
toward Mildred.
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Chapter Fourteenth.
THE RETURN.
"Joy never feasts so high
As when the first course is of misery."
--SUCKLING.
On a pleasant October day the three families--including Miss
Weston--were gathered at Mr. Keith's for a family tea-party; no very
unusual occurrence.
The railroad had recently reached Pleasant Plains, and a few minutes
before the call to tea the whistle of the afternoon train from the West
had been heard.
They had but just seated themselves about the table, and Mr. Keith had
asked a blessing on the food, when the door opened, and a stranger
entered unannounced.
Every one looked up in surprise as he stood silently gazing at the
mother.
The next instant she sprang up with a joyful cry and threw herself into
his outstretched arms, weeping hysterically.
"Don!" was the simultaneous exclamation from the others, and they
gathered about him laughing and crying in joyous excitement.
Yes, it was Don, and no other--Don who went away a smooth-faced boy,
and had come back a bearded man.
With what a rapture of delight they embraced and welcomed him; yet
delight mingled with grief, for how could they forget that two had gone
out from them, and but one had returned? Celestia Ann stood outside
of the circle, leaning her back against the wall and gazing at Don,
the big tears streaming down her homely but kindly face; at length,
stepping forward, she caught his hand in a vise-like grasp, saying,
"It's Mister Don, sure enough, though I wouldn't a knowed him by his
looks. They've all been a-huggin' and kissin' of you, and now it's my
turn," catching him round the neck and giving him a resounding kiss.
"You'll not mind, will you? seein' as I've know'd ye ever since you was
a little feller--a mere baby, as one may say."
"I am very glad to find you here still, Celestia Ann," Don said, with
a good-humored laugh; "and I don't object to the heartiness of your
welcome; for I haven't had a kiss from a woman since I left home, until
to-day."
"Well, no; I reckon not; I shouldn't never b'lieve you was the kind
of a feller to be a-kissin' strange women folks. But now why on airth
don't ye all set down and eat? Mr. Don must be awful hungry a-comin'
all the way from Californy here."
"Most assuredly, if he has had nothing to eat since he started,"
laughed the doctor, resuming his place at the table, all the others
doing likewise.
Then they remembered to introduce the returned wanderer to Flora, who
had been a silent but not unmoved spectator of the little scene.
Far more talking than eating ensued.
Don did greater justice to the viands than most of the others, who
were much occupied in looking at and listening to him; his mother
especially. She feasted her eyes on his face, and lost not a tone of
the voice she had for years feared she might never hear again this side
the grave.
And he was perforce the chief speaker, though he had many questions to
ask of relatives, friends, and acquaintance.
Parents, sisters, and brothers-in-law wanted to know all he had seen,
done, and suffered, and plied him with questions till his mother
remarked they were making him talk too much and giving him no chance to
eat.
"And it is the very best meal I have sat down to since I went away
nearly four years ago; I ought to be allowed to do it justice," laughed
Don.
They were a long while at the table; yet Celestia Ann showed no
impatience, though usually in great haste to "get the table cleared and
the dishes washed up."
But at last they all withdrew to the parlor.
It was verging upon ten o'clock, yet no one seemed to have thought of
bed, though Don might well have been supposed to be tired with his long
and wearisome journey. Mildred and Zillah had taken their babies home,
seen them safely to bed, and, leaving them in the care of their nurses,
returned to the circle gathered in the parlor of their father's house.
Don was telling some of his adventures, and no one but Celestia Ann in
the kitchen noticed the ringing of the door-bell.
She, hastening to answer it, found a tall man, wearing a very heavy
beard and mustache, standing there.
"Good-evening," he said, with a polite inclination of the head; "is
my--is Mrs. Keith in?"
Celestia Ann staggered back, turning very pale in the light of the
lamp that hung suspended from the ceiling. "I--I should say I knowed
that voice if--if the feller that owned it hadn't been killed dead by
the Injuns more'n three years back; leastways so we hearn tell," she
gasped. "Be ye Rupert Keith, or his ghost?"
"I am no ghost, Celestia Ann," he said with a smile. "Reports are
sometimes quite untrue, as was the one you speak of."
She grasped his hand, and burst out sobbing for very joy.
"There, there!" he said kindly, "I am afraid mother will hear and be
alarmed. If she should hurry out and find me here--so unexpectedly, it
might be more than she could well bear."
"Yes, she'd ought to be prepared; 'specially as she's had one great
surprise a'ready to day in Don's comin'--"
"What, is Don here? just returned?" he cried. "Oh, but that is good
news! They're in the parlor, I think; I'll go into the sitting-room
and get you to call Dr. Landreth out (the rest will suppose he's wanted
to see a patient), and he can prepare my mother."
"A first-rate plan, Mr. Rupert," said Celestia Ann. Waiting till he
reached the door of the sitting-room, she opened that of the parlor.
"Doctor," she said, "there's a man out here a-wantin' to speak to ye."
"Oh, I hope it isn't a call to the country," remarked Mildred, as her
husband made haste to obey the summons.
The conversation in the parlor went on, no one supposing the caller a
person in whom any of them had an interest.
As the doctor entered the sitting-room the stranger rose and held out
his hand. "Very glad to see you again, Dr. Landreth. You have not
forgotten me?" he said inquiringly, and with a humorous look.
"I am afraid I have, sir; if ever I had the pleasure of your
acquaintance," was the reply, as the offered hand was taken, and the
doctor gazed doubtfully into the bronzed and bearded face.
"Ah, Charlie, is your memory so short?" Rupert asked in a
half-reproachful tone, holding fast his brother-in-law's hand and
looking him steadily in the eyes.
"Why!" gasped the doctor, "it isn't, it can't be--"
"Yes, it can be, and it is," laughed Rupert, though his voice trembled
with emotion; "God has mercifully spared me and brought me back again
to my father's house. Are all well? Can you prepare my mother for the
news that I am yet alive and here?"
"In a moment--when I have myself so far recovered from the shock as to
be fully able to control my voice," answered the doctor jocosely, but
with a very perceptible tremble in his tones. "My dear fellow, if I am
so overcome with happiness, what will she be?"
"Joy seldom kills?" Rupert said interrogatively.
"Rarely; and yet it has been fatal in some instances. We must move with
caution."
He stepped into the hall, opened the parlor door, and called softly to
his wife.
She came to him at once. "What is it? has baby wakened?"
He gently drew the door to behind her before he answered. Then taking
her in his arms, "Milly, love," he said tenderly, and she noticed that
his voice was unsteady, "can you bear very great joy?"
She gave him a startled look. "What is it? O Rupert? No, no, that
cannot be!"
"Yes, dearest, news has come that his--that the report of his death was
false--"
"Is he here?" she gasped. "O Charlie, don't keep me in suspense! take
me to him."
"I did not say he was here, love; only that he was still alive at last
reports."
But through the half-open door of the sitting-room she had caught
a glimpse of a tall form that wore a strangely familiar look, and
breaking from her husband's arms she ran to see who it was; ran into
the arms of her long lost and deeply mourned brother, outstretched to
receive her.
He held her close, she weeping hysterically on his breast. "Dear, dear
brother! where, where have you been so long, so very long! while we
wept and mourned for you as dead?"
"A captive among the Indians," he answered. "Tell me, has there been
any break in the dear circle since I went away?"
"No, we are all here."
"Thank God for that!" he said with reverent gratitude. "And now I must
see my mother; I can wait no longer."
"Just one moment: I will send father out and break the good news to
her as gently and cautiously as I can," Mildred said, and glided away
through the hall and into the parlor, her eyes full of glad tears, her
face radiant with joy.
"Some one in the sitting-room wishes to see you, father," she whispered
to him; then turning to the others, as he rose and went out, she was
opening her lips to speak when Annis exclaimed, "Why, Milly, you look
as if you had found a gold mine!"
"Better than that," cried Mildred, dropping on her knees by her
mother's side and putting her arms about her. "Mother, dear, can you
bear the best of good tidings?"
"What is it, child? tell me at once; nothing is so hard to bear as
suspense," said Mrs. Keith, turning pale. "Has Ada come home? Don't
keep me from her a moment," and she rose hastily, as if to hurry from
the room.
"No, mother, not that; but still better and stranger news," Mildred
said, gently forcing her back into her seat; "a gentleman just returned
from the far West brings the news that our Rupert was only taken
prisoner by the Indians, not killed."
Mrs. Keith seemed about to faint; a sudden, death-like pallor
overspread her face, and Don threw his arm round her.
"Mother, dear, it is good news; what could be better?" he said, his
voice quivering with excitement and joy.
"Yes," she responded, her color coming back; "oh, can it be possible
that my son yet lives? 'Oh that men would praise the Lord for his
goodness and for his wonderful works to the children of men!'"
Then starting to her feet, "Is the gentleman here? I must see him,
speak to him, hear all he can tell me of my dear boy."
"Oh, wait just a moment, mother, dear," Mildred said, springing up and
laying a detaining hand on her mother's arm; "father has gone out to
speak to him. Ah, here he is," as Mr. Keith re-entered the room, his
face shining with joy, every feature quivering with emotion.
He stepped hurriedly toward the little group. "Wife! wife!" he cried,
catching her in his arms, "our boy, our dear Rupert; we have not lost
him yet; he is restored to us as from the grave; he lives! he lives!
thank God for his unmerited goodness and mercy!"
Rupert had followed his father, and standing at the half-open parlor
door, thence catching a glimpse of his mother's loved face, he could
restrain himself no longer.
In another moment he had her in his arms, holding her close and
covering her face with kisses.
She did not faint, but lay on his breast weeping for joy as if she
would weep her very life away, the rest looking on and weeping with her.
At last she lifted her head for a long, searching gaze into his face;
the dear face she had not thought ever to see again on earth. "You are
changed," she said, the tears streaming down her cheeks; "you have
grown older, darker--there are lines of care and suffering my heart
aches to see--but it is my own boy still; and your mother's eyes would
have recognized you anywhere."
"And you, dearest mother, have grown so thin and pale, your hair so
white," he said, with emotion.
"Never mind, my son; I shall grow young again now," she answered with
a touch of her old time gayety; then gently withdrawing herself from
his arms, looked on with eyes full of glad tears while brothers and
sisters, each in turn, embraced and rejoiced over the lost and found
again.
Perhaps the most affecting part of the scene was the meeting of the two
brothers, each of whom had long believed the other slain.
But it was a moving spectacle throughout; Celestia Ann, peering in at
the door, cried heartily from very sympathy, and Flora Weston, feeling
like an intruder upon the sacred privacy of the family, stole quietly
away to Dr. Landreth's, leaving word with Celestia Ann that she had
gone "thinking it time for an invalid to be in bed."
But it was long before her absence was noticed.
Rupert did not attempt to tell his story that night; it was much too
long, he said; to-morrow he would gather them all about him, if they
liked, and go into the details. In the mean while there is something
which he must say at once.
"I shall greatly surprise you all, I know," he said, with a happy
smile. "Mother, dear," turning to her, "do not be shocked when I tell
you that I have brought a wife with me."
He read a look of astonishment, not unmixed with dismay, on every
face; but they waited in silence to hear what more he had to say.
"She is a Mexican," he went on, "of Spanish descent, and very
beautiful, I think; but, better still, she is a Protestant and a real
Christian, so far as man may judge. We were fellow-captives, and I
doubtless owe my life to her kind and skilful nursing."
"Then we will all welcome her!" exclaimed both his parents in a breath.
"Where is she now?"
"At the hotel; she feared to come upon you without previous
announcement; in fact, she is very much afraid of being unwelcome as it
is," Rupert answered, with a wistful glance from one to another of the
loved faces about him.
"Tell her she needn't," cried Mildred, with impulsive warmth. "Say that
we owe her a debt of gratitude it will be impossible ever to pay, if
she is a good and loving wife to the dear brother whose life she has
saved."
"Yes, tell her that," said his mother. "Go and bring her to us. She
shall have a daughter's welcome from me."
"May I go with you?" Don asked, as Rupert rose to go.
"And I?" added the father, rising also. "We will assure her of her
welcome before she has to face us all here."
"I feel inclined to go myself," said the mother, smiling affectionately
upon Rupert; "but no, on second thoughts I should rather have our first
interview here, with no prying eyes to look on."
"Yes," he said; "that will be best; but," and he glanced a little
wistfully at his sisters.
All three at once offered to accompany him.
"Thank you, you dear girls," he said heartily, "but some of you should
stay with mother."
After a little discussion it was agreed that Zillah should go, the
others to await the coming of the new sister where they were.
The hotel was at no great distance, and they had not long to wait.
The little party presently returned, and Rupert led proudly up to his
mother one of the most beautiful, graceful, and altogether bewitching
young creatures she had ever seen.
"Mother, this is your new daughter; Juanita, our mother," he said, and
they embraced with warmth of affection.
"I love you now for my dear son's sake; and all that he tells me you
have done for him, and I hope very soon to love you for your own," Mrs.
Keith said. "I, too, the same for my Rupert's sake," the girl-wife
answered in liquid tones, and pure English, only a slight and pretty
accent betraying the fact that it was not her native tongue. "I hope
you will be my dearest mamma, if so be that you can love a foreigner."
"We will not call or consider you that, dear child," responded Mrs.
Keith with feeling, and bestowing another kiss upon the rich red lips;
"Rupert tells me you are a Christian, and 'we are all one in Christ
Jesus;' no more strangers and foreigners, but fellow-citizens with the
saints and of the household of God ... Jesus Christ himself being the
chief corner-stone."
"Oh, thanks, then we will love one another very much," said the young
bride, tears of joy shining in her beautiful dark eyes. "Now I feel
that I shall be very happy in my husband's dear home that he has told
me of so many, many times."
"I hope you will," Mildred said, embracing her affectionately in her
turn; "I trust we shall become dear sisters to each other. We all want
you to feel at home among us."
Annis came next. "I am your youngest sister," she said, bestowing and
receiving a kiss; "at least the youngest here."
"I have none other," returned the bride in slightly saddened tones. "My
husband," and she turned a look of ineffable affection upon Rupert, "is
all I have; father, mother, brother, sister I have none."
"Ah, we must indeed be kind to you, poor lonely dear!" said Mrs. Keith.
But it was growing late, and the travellers were weary with the long
journey.
Mr. Keith read a short psalm of praise, every heart echoing the words;
they sung the doxology, "Praise God from whom all blessings flow,"
a short prayer of fervent thanksgiving followed, and they separated
for the night, Annis full of delight at the thought of how deeply
interested Elsie would be in the story she meant to write her of the
strange, the wonderful events of this day.
For very joy the parents could not sleep; they lay awake a long while
talking of their sons and the new daughter.
"She looks very young," Mr. Keith remarked.
"About eighteen, I should think," said his wife. "Poor lonely dear! we
must be very kind to her, especially for what she did for Rupert."
"Yes, as kind as we know how to be," assented Mr. Keith. "I cannot yet
quite overcome a feeling of repugnance at the thought of a foreigner
as a daughter-in-law; but I trust I shall be able to in time; and in
the mean while I certainly intend to treat her as well as if I were
delighted with the match."
"She is very beautiful," remarked his wife; "what lovely, expressive
eyes she has!"
"Very, and they gaze at Rupert as if he were a sort of demigod in her
opinion," laughed the father. A happy, gleeful laugh it was.
"Our boy's return is making you young again, Stuart," said his wife.
"Both of us, I hope, my dear," he responded. "But now we must try to
sleep, or I fear we shall feel old in the morning."
The whole family were disposed to think well of the new member and
make her quite one of themselves, especially for Rupert's sake. Don
expressed himself as delighted with her looks and manners, and "How
beautiful she is!" "Yes, perfectly lovely," were the sentences
exchanged between Mildred and Zillah as they left their father's door
that night to go to their own homes; and Flora received quite an
enthusiastic description of her charms from the doctor when they met at
the breakfast-table the next morning.
"Did you see our new sister last night, Celestia Ann?" asked Annis,
busy adorning the breakfast-table in her home with flowers.
"Yes, I reckon I did, Annis. Wasn't I in to the readin', prayin', and
singin'? Yes, I see her, and I think she's about the purtiest creeter
that I ever sot eyes on. I on'y hope she'll turn out as good as she's
purty. I wish't she wasn't a furriner, though; for somehow I can't seem
to like 'em quite so well as our own folks."
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Chapter Fifteenth.
"Calamity is man's true touchstone."
In their retreat after the attack upon the emigrant train to which
Rupert and Don belonged, the Indians passed again over the ground where
they had shot down the latter.
He still lay motionless and insensible, just as he had fallen from his
horse. Several of the savages dismounted and stooped over him, one
drawing a scalping-knife from his belt, and with the other hand seizing
Rupert by the hair.
At that instant consciousness returned. Rupert opened his eyes, and
seeing the gleaming knife lifted high in the air, sent up a swift but
silent cry to God for help.
The Indian's hold upon his hair suddenly relaxed, and the knife
was returned to his belt. He had changed his mind, as he gave his
companions to understand in a few words quite unintelligible to Rupert,
who was indeed again fast losing consciousness; an answering sentence
or two came indistinctly to his ear as sounds from the far distance;
then he knew nothing more for a time, how long he could not tell; but
on recovering consciousness he found himself strapped to the back of an
Indian pony which was slowly toiling up a steep ascent; a narrow path
winding round a mountain; on the right a rocky wall, on the other a
sheer descent of many hundred feet.
Rupert turned dizzy, sick, and faint as he caught a glimpse of the
frightful precipice, the foaming stream and jagged rocks at its base;
and but for the thongs that bound him firmly to the back of his steed,
he must inevitably have fallen and been dashed to pieces upon them.
He could not in that first moment remember what had befallen him, and
called in a faint voice upon his brother, "Don, where are we?"
No reply, and he called again, more faintly than before, for he was
very weak from pain and loss of blood, "Don, Don!"
An Indian's "Ugh!" and a few words in an unknown tongue answered him
from the rear.
The sounds were guttural and harsh, and seemed to him to command
silence.
Instantly he comprehended that he was a prisoner and in whose hands;
sorely wounded too, for every movement of his pony gave him exquisite
pain; and now memory recalled the events of the afternoon--the chase,
the stinging shot, the fall from his horse, then the waking as from a
dream, to feel the grasp upon his hair and see the scalping-knife held
aloft in the air and just ready to descend upon his devoted head.
Question upon question crowded upon his mind. Where were his late
companions, Morton and Smith? were they killed? were they prisoners
like himself? or had they escaped? Had the train been attacked; and
if so, what was the result? Oh, above all, where was Don, the younger
brother, over whom he was to have watched with paternal care? He would
have defended Don's life and liberty with his own; but, alas, the
opportunity was denied him.
He thought of his own probable fate: what was there to expect but
torture and death? He remembered to have read that the Indians
sometimes carried a prisoner a long distance that the rest of their
tribe might share the delight of witnessing his dying torments. Rupert
shuddered at the thought that this was the fate reserved for him, and
feeling very weak, half hoped he might die on the way to meet it.
Silently he lifted up his heart in prayer to God for help and succor in
this his sore extremity, and that the consolations of God might not be
small to the dear ones at home--especially the tender mother--when the
news of his sad fate should reach them.
The last gleams of the setting sun lighted up the lofty pathway they
were pursuing, but down in that deep valley at the foot of the mountain
it was already growing dark; he could see into its depths as he lay
with his cheek resting on the neck of the pony; turning his head, the
wall of rock towering on the other side came into view.
He was bound hand and foot and could lift only his head; he seemed to
have hardly strength for that; but, anxious to learn the number of
his captors and whether he were the only prisoner, he made an effort,
feebly lifted it, and glanced before and behind him.
He could only see that there were several mounted Indians ahead, and
one or more in his rear, all hideous in war-paint and feathers; there
might be many more at each end of the line--for they were travelling
single file, along the narrow, winding path, but a small portion of
which came within the line of his vision. And there might be other
prisoners, though he saw none.
Even that slight exertion had exhausted him; his head dropped, and
again pain of body and distress of mind were forgotten in a long and
death-like swoon.
It was night, lighted only by the stars, and the path winding downward,
when again he revived for a few moments shivering and benumbed with
cold, weak and faint with hunger and loss of blood, and suffering
greatly from the pain of his wounds.
He heard no sound but the rush of a mountain torrent and the clatter of
the horses' hoofs over the stony way; he had scarcely more than noted
these things when again his senses forsook him.
When next he revived, two of his captors were busy in undoing the rope
that made him fast to the pony, which was standing stock still on level
ground only a few feet from a fire of brushwood, that sent up flame and
smoke and blazed and crackled with a cheery sound which spoke of warmth
for benumbed limbs, while some venison and trout broiling on the coals
gave out a savory smell.
Several warriors were grouped about the fire, one giving particular
attention to the cooking, the others lounging in picturesque and
restful attitudes on the grass.
Rupert was quickly lifted from the pony and laid on the grass beside
them, with his feet to the fire. Then the cord was taken from his
wrists and a bit of the smoking venison put into his hand. He devoured
it ravenously, and, his hunger appeased, presently fell into a deep
sleep; having first committed himself and dear ones to the care and
protection of that God who is everywhere present and almighty to defend
and save.
His wounds had been rudely bound up in a way to stanch the flow of
blood, it being the desire of his captors to keep him alive, at least
for a time. More mercifully disposed than they oftentimes are, and
knowing that he was too weak for flight, they left him unbound through
the night, merely fastening a cord round each arm and securing the
other end to the arm of a stout warrior, one of whom lay on each side
of the prisoner.
Rupert had noted as they laid him down that no other white man was in
sight; this gave him hope that the rest had escaped; yet he could not
know that it was not by death, so that the discovery brought small
relief to his anxiety of mind on their account.
Morning found him feverish and ill, his wounds very painful; but at
an early hour the Indians resumed their line of march with him in the
midst, strapped to the pony as before.
It was a terrible journey, climbing steep ascents, creeping along
narrow ledges of rock, where a single false step would have sent them
down hundreds of feet, to be dashed in pieces upon the sharp points
of the rocks below; now descending by paths as steep, narrow, and
dangerous as those by which they had ascended, and anon fording streams
so deep and swift that the helpless, hapless prisoner was in imminent
danger of drowning.
He, poor fellow, was too ill to note the direction in which they
were travelling, though he had a vague idea that it was in the main
south-westerly.
Beside the difficulties and dangers of the way, he suffered intensely
from the pain of his wounds, and often from intolerable thirst.
One day he woke as from a troubled sleep to find himself lying on
a bearskin in an Indian wigwam, a young girl sitting beside him
embroidering a moccasin.
Their eyes met, and hers, large, soft, and dark as those of a gazelle,
lighted up with pleased surprise.
"You are better, señor," she said, in low musical tones, and in the
Spanish tongue.
Rupert understood her; he was fond of languages, and had gained a good
knowledge of Spanish from Dr. Landreth, who had learned to speak it
fluently during his long sojourn in South America.
"Yes," he said faintly in that tongue, "and you have been my kind
nurse?"
"It has been happiness to care for the weak and wounded stranger," she
said in her liquid tones, "though I little thought he could speak to me
in my own language; for you are not my countryman, señor; your face is
too fair."
"I am from the United States," he replied. "And you, fair lady?"
"I am a Mexican, a captive among the Indians like yourself," was the
mournful reply, tears gathering in the beautiful eyes.
His heart was touched with sympathy, and he was opening his lips to
express it; but with playful authority she bade him be quiet and not
waste his feeble strength in talk.
Then she brought him food and drink prepared by her own fair hands,
and fed him too--for he had scarce strength to feed himself--and
directly his hunger was satisfied he fell asleep again.
When again he woke it was night; the stars were shining in the sky, as
he could see through the opening in the top of the wigwam left for the
escape of smoke, and by their glimmer he could faintly perceive the
outlines of dusky forms lying on all sides of him; their quietude and
the sound of their breathing telling that they slept.
The impulse came strongly upon him to rise and flee--captivity was so
dreadful, liberty so sweet--and it might be that, though so strangely
spared up to this time, torture and death were yet to be his portion if
he remained.
He started up, but only to fall back again in utter exhaustion. He
could do nothing to save himself, and there was no earthly helper near;
but sweetly to his mind came the opening verses of the forty-sixth
psalm, "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore will we not fear, though the earth be removed, and though
the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea," and silently
committing himself and loved ones--all, alas, so far distant--to the
care of that almighty Friend, he fell asleep again.
He was quite alone when next he woke, and it was broad daylight, for a
bright sunbeam had found its way through the opening in the roof, and
laid bare to his view the whole interior of the wigwam, with all its
filth and lack of the comforts of civilized life.
All was silence within, but from without came the merry shouts and
laughter of the Indian children at play. Presently one pushed aside
the curtain of skins answering for a door, and a pair of wild black
eyes stared Rupert in the face for a moment; then the curtain fell, and
soft, swift-retreating footfalls came faintly to his ear.
Not many minutes had passed when it was again drawn aside, and Juanita,
the Mexican girl he had seen the day before, stepped within, dropping
it behind her.
Her sweet though melancholy smile seemed to light up the forlorn hut
as she bade Rupert good-morning in her liquid tones, using the Spanish
tongue as before, and asked if he could eat the morsel she had brought.
Alas, not such a breakfast as would have been served him in his own
far-away home.
It was a broiled fish, hot from the coals, laid upon a bit of bark
covered with green oak-leaves in lieu of a napkin. He thanked her
gratefully, and asked if she could give him some water with which to
wash his face and hands before eating.
Setting his breakfast on the ground beside him, she went out, and
presently returned with a gourd filled with cold, clear water from a
little stream that ran sparkling and dancing down the mountain-side but
a few yards away.
He first took a long deep draught, for he was suffering with
feverish thirst, then laved face and hands, she handing him his own
pocket-handkerchief, which had been washed in the stream and dried in
the sun, to use in place of a towel.
He recognized it; then glancing down at his person, saw that he was
attired in the clothes he had on when taken, and that, as they were
free from blood-stains, they too must have been washed by some kindly
hand and replaced upon him after their cleansing.
"How much I owe you!" he said, looking gratefully at her.
"No, not much," she answered, with shy modesty. "Now eat, señor, or
your breakfast will be cold."
"I must first rest a little," he returned, with a sigh of weariness,
as he fell back exhausted upon his rude couch.
She caught up several deer and bear skins that lay scattered about,
rolled them together and placed them as a pillow under his head; then
drawing two small objects from beneath that one on which he had been
lying, she held them up to his gaze, asking, "Do you value these,
señor?"
"Indeed do I," he cried, stretching out an eager hand; "my precious
little Bible and my medicine case! I am thankful beyond expression that
they have been preserved to me. How did it happen, señora?"
She explained that she had seen them in the possession of his captor,
had begged that they might be given to her, and the Indian, thinking
them of little worth, had readily complied with her request.
He poured out renewed thanks as he took up his Bible and turned over
the leaves, gazing upon it the while with loving, delighted eyes.
"An English book, is it not?" she asked, watching him with mingled
surprise and curiosity.
"Yes," he said, "the Book of books; God's own holy Word. You have read
it in Spanish, señora?"
"The Bible? We are not allowed to touch it; our Church forbids; I never
saw one before," and she gazed upon it with a kind of awed curiosity
and interest.
"A Papist," he thought, pityingly; "peradventure it was for her sake
I was sent here--that I may lead her from that darkness into the true
light. If life be spared me, I will, with God's help, do my best."
She broke in upon his thoughts. "Come, señor, eat, your fish will be
quite cold."
When Juanita left him, carrying away with her the remains of his
repast, an old squaw paid him a short visit, looking curiously at him,
and grunting out several questions which were utterly unintelligible to
him; he could only shake his head and feebly sign to her that he did
not understand.
She left him, and he took up his book, but found the light was not
sufficient to enable him to read, for it was a very small edition which
he had been accustomed to carry in his pocket.
He was heartily glad when Juanita again appeared, this time with the
moccasin she was embroidering in her hand, and seated herself at his
side.
"I am stronger to-day, señora," he said, "and can listen and talk;
tell me of yourself."
To that she answered briefly that she was an orphan, both parents
having died while she was yet a mere infant; that she had lived in
the family of an uncle, where she was made to feel her poverty and
dependence, and her life rendered far from happy; that some months ago
the Indians had made a raid upon her uncle's ranch, killed him and all
his family, and carried her off a prisoner to this mountain fastness;
that she had been adopted by one of their chiefs, Thunder-Cloud, and
had no hope of any better fate than a life spent among the savages.
"Too sad a fate for one so beautiful, señora," Rupert said; "but do not
despair; God, who rescued Daniel from the lions' den, and Jonah from
the belly of the whale, can save us also even from this stronghold of
our savage foe."
"I know nothing of the occurrences you speak of," she said, "and I dare
not venture to address any petition directly to the great God; but
I pray daily to the Blessed Virgin and the saints to have pity upon
a poor friendless girl and restore me to my country and my people,
though, alas! I know not of one in whose veins flows a single drop of
my blood."
"Ah, señora," replied Rupert, "you need not fear to approach the great
God in the name of His dear Son, our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
He bids us do so, and tells us that He is the hearer and answerer of
prayers."
He paused, closed his eyes, and lifted up his heart in silent
supplication for her and for himself.
She thought he slept, and sat very quietly, busy with her embroidery
and waiting for him to wake again.
At length he opened his eyes, and asked her if she knew what fate the
Indians had reserved for him.
She told him a council had been held while he lay unconscious from his
wounds; that there was a heated discussion, some of the braves being
set upon putting him to a torturing death, while others would have held
him for ransom; but finally Thunder-Cloud, whose shot had brought him
to the ground, had claimed him as his peculiar property, and declared
his intention to adopt him as his son. "So," she concluded, "you,
señor, need have no fear of being slain by any of the tribe, unless
caught in an attempt to escape."
"God be praised!" he ejaculated, with clasped hands and uplifted
eyes, "for life is sweet so long as there is a possibility of future
restoration to home and loved ones."
"You will attempt to escape?" she asked, with a look of apprehension;
"it will be very dangerous, señor, for they are terribly fierce--these
Apaches."
He looked at her with a faint smile. "I am far too weak to think of it
now, but one day, when I have recovered my health and strength, I may
find an opportunity."
"And I shall be left alone with the savages as before," she said, with
a touchingly mournful cadence in her exquisite voice.
"You must fly also, señora," he answered. "I think it is to you I owe
my life, for have you not been my faithful nurse through I know not how
long a sickness? Then how could I be so ungrateful as to leave you here
in captivity while I seek home and freedom for myself?"
"You have home and kindred, father and mother perhaps, señor?" she said
inquiringly, the soft eyes she fixed upon his face wistful and dim with
unshed tears.
"Ah," he answered with emotion, "the thought of their anguish when they
shall learn my fate doubles my distress."
"Then," she sighed, "better to be alone in the world, like me, with
none to care whether you live or die."
"Nay, sweet lady, there is one who cares very much, though he has known
you so short a time," he said with a grateful look; "one who would feel
doubly desolate were you to leave him here alone with his captors."
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Chapter Sixteenth.
"Calamity is man's true touchstone."
"You have talked too much, señor," Juanita said with concern, noting
the look of utter exhaustion that came over his face with the last
words; "I am but a poor nurse to have allowed it. Your lips are parched
too," she added, dropping her work and gliding from the tent to return
a moment later with a gourd full of the cold, sparkling water of the
mountain stream.
She raised his head and held the cup to his lips.
He drank with feverish eagerness.
As he lay back upon his couch again Juanita remarked that his
wounds must be painful and in need of dressing, adding that
Light-of-the-Morning, Thunder-Cloud's wife, who had great knowledge of
the virtues of many plants and roots growing in that region, would soon
come in and dress them with a certain kind of leaf that was famed among
the Indians for its healing qualities, and had already worked wonders
for him.
"And she has been dressing my hurts all these days?" asked Rupert.
"Yes."
"Ah, how long have I lain here, señora?"
"Three weeks, señor," she answered, and at that moment the old squaw he
had seen before came in bearing a bark basket filled with the healing
leaves.
Juanita withdrew to the farther side of the wigwam, and seated herself
with her back toward them while Light-of-the-Morning did her work.
The task was performed a trifle roughly, but with dexterity and skill,
and the applications proved very cooling and soothing to Rupert's
wounds, which before had tortured him with a sensation of dryness and
burning heat.
He returned warm thanks, Juanita acting as interpreter.
The squaw nodded, her grim features relaxing in a slight smile, as of
pleasure, that her labors were appreciated; then pointing to Rupert's
medicine case, lying by his side, asked what it was.
Juanita repeated the query in Spanish, and translated Rupert's answer
into Apache, which she had learned to speak with tolerable fluency.
The squaw then asked for some medicine for a sick child in the camp,
whose ailment baffled her skill.
Rupert was a good druggist, and had sufficient knowledge of medicine
to prescribe for the child when he had heard what were the symptoms;
also the proper remedy was in his case, and he gave it. The result was
satisfactory, and raised him in the esteem of the whole village.
Squaws, pappooses, a few lads and young girls, and a sprinkling of old
men were all that were in it at this time, the braves having gone again
upon the war-path. This Rupert learned from Juanita.
In a few days he was able to crawl out from the wigwam and lie on a
bearskin, which she laid for him underneath a spreading tree. He found
the pure mountain air very delightful and invigorating, and from that
time his recovery was rapid.
He was soon able to sit up a part of the day and amuse himself with
whittling bits of soft wood, making whistles for the little Indian
boys and a variety of toys for the girls--tiny chairs, tables, spoons,
knives and forks--which greatly delighted them.
Thus he made friends of the children, and also of their mothers, while
to his generous nature it was a great satisfaction to be able to give
such pleasure even to these rude children of the desert.
Also, as he picked up their language, he tried to tell them the old,
old story so dear to every Christian heart. To Juanita he was able
to tell it at once, and often as she sat by his side during his
convalescence, he read to her passages from his Bible, stopping now and
then to give an explanation or answer a question; for she listened with
interest and a desire to fully comprehend.
That his Bible had been spared to him was a source of deep joy and
thankfulness, such comfort did he find in its many great and precious
promises.
His heart was often oppressed with sadness as he thought of Don, and
longed to know his fate, or of the dear ones at home and the distress
they would undoubtedly feel on account of his disappearance. He
supposed the report would be that he had been killed by the Indians,
and pictured to himself his mother's anguish on hearing the terrible
tidings; his father's also, for he knew that to both their children
were very near and dear.
When overwhelmed by these sorrowful reflections, his only comfort was
in prayer to Him who is mighty to save, and who, he doubted not, was
able both to give consolation to his loved ones and to deliver him from
the hands of his foes.
His situation was not an enviable one at the first, but it became less
so upon the return of the braves, most of whom regarded him with scowls
and looks of hate.
He gave them back pleasant looks, was on the watch to do them any
little service in his power, but avoided them when he could without
offence. As time went on he found opportunities to win their good-will.
From a boy he had made a practice of learning all that he could on
every subject, and about every kind of work that came in his way; and
now he found use for some kinds of knowledge that most lads would think
it beneath them to acquire; and he was not only an expert whittler, but
equally accomplished as a cook, and he taught the squaws to make savory
dishes that the braves, their husbands and sons, loved, thus winning
favor for himself.
Yet it seemed not altogether good policy; for finding him so useful
they were the more determined never to part with him; and while
treating him well in other respects, kept him a close prisoner in that
little mountain fastness, watching with vigilance his every movement,
and never suffering him to go out of sight of the village.
Still, Rupert never for a moment faltered in his determination
to effect his escape; but while constantly on the alert for an
opportunity, was extremely careful to do nothing to excite suspicion
that such was his purpose.
It was, however, no secret from Juanita, who was to share the attempt
whenever made; and frequently when alone, plans for flight, the
direction it should take, and what provision could be made for it,
formed the principal theme of their conversation.
Neither knew exactly where they were, but Rupert had an idea that
their nearest route toward civilization would lie in a south-easterly
direction and take them into Texas.
He had no means of determining the matter, nor could he for a long time
do anything more than think and plan.
In the mean while he tried to be useful in every possible way to those
about him, more especially Juanita.
He taught her to speak and read English, using his Bible as his
text-book; it was the only one at hand, but it proved sufficient. He
found her deplorably ignorant of almost everything but embroidery and
music--for which she possessed remarkable talent--but managed, in the
course of the three years they spent in the wilds together, to give
her a great amount of general information--teaching her many things
orally--drawing maps in the sand for her instruction in geography and
history, using the heavens at night to assist in giving her a knowledge
of astronomy, the plants and flowers to which they had access to teach
her the rudiments of botany.
Juanita proved an apt pupil, bright and interesting, readily catching
an idea and retaining it in her memory; all the more easily, doubtless,
that she dearly loved her teacher.
She was very young, had seen nothing of the world, and in her artless
simplicity made her affection quite apparent to its object; but he had
no difficulty in returning it, and before they had been six months
together they had come to a full understanding, and were plighted
lovers.
Then Rupert drew bright pictures of his home--the home to which he
hoped one day to take her--and of his father and mother, brothers and
sisters, all of whom he said would welcome and love her as one of
themselves.
But one year and then another rolled slowly away, while deliverance
seemed no nearer than at first, and oftentimes their hearts were sick
with hope deferred.
It was harder for Rupert than for Juanita; for he whom she had with her
was all she had to love, while he, though fondly attached to the lovely
girl sharing his captivity, was separated from many who were also very
dear to his heart, and who must, he knew, be suffering much distress of
mind on his account.
Then, too, the enforced inactivity in business matters was very trying
to him, while she knew nothing of it.
He was her world, and she had him there; yet she did not enjoy savage
life; longed to return to civilization for her own sake, and still more
for his.
Besides, they were at times in great danger when the Indians were
excited by drink or preparations to go upon the war-path, or upon the
return of the braves from such an expedition, either exultant from
victory or depressed and angered by defeat.
At length, in the third year of Rupert's captivity, the vigilance of
the Indians began to relax somewhat; they thought their prisoners had
become enamored of their wild life, and would hardly care to risk an
attempt to escape, knowing, as they undoubtedly did, that if recaptured
torture and death would be almost sure to follow; so Rupert and Juanita
would occasionally find themselves free to ramble through the extent of
the valley, and even to climb some of the nearer hills and mountains.
Hope now revived in their breasts, and was quickened erelong by a
fortunate discovery: they one day came upon some small nuggets of gold,
which they carefully secreted about their persons, with the joyful
thought that it would help them on their contemplated journey.
Then, some weeks later, Rupert picked up a stone which he felt
confident was a diamond. This too he secreted with the greatest care,
sewing it securely upon the inner side of the deerskin hunting-shirt
which he now wore day and night, and letting no one but Juanita know of
its existence. From her he had no concealments, for their interests
were one and the same.
They now watched more eagerly than ever for the longed-for opportunity;
but weeks and months dragged on their weary way, and it came not.
Another winter, with its suffering from cold and storms, from which
they were but poorly protected in the rude huts of the savages, passed
slowly by, spring opened, and once more the braves went forth upon the
war-path.
Seated together upon a ledge of rock on the side of a mountain
overlooking the Indian village, and forming part of the barrier
shutting in the little valley from the outer world, Rupert and Juanita
watched the departure of the Apache chiefs and braves, hideous in their
war-paint and feathers; and as the last of them disappeared in the
defile that formed the sole entrance to this natural mountain fastness,
Rupert, turning to his companion, said, in tones of half-tremulous
eagerness and excitement, "Juanita, love, this is our opportunity; I
doubt if we shall ever have a better."
"What mean you, Rupert?" she asked in some surprise; "what will prevent
Light-of-the-Morning from watching our every moment as vigilantly as
ever? and does not old Crouching Wildcat keep guard day and night at
the only entrance to the valley? and is he not constantly armed and
ready to shoot us down if we so much as approach the spot where he
stands sentinel?"
"All quite true," returned Rupert; "yet I have a plan; listen,
maiden mine, while I unfold it. It is that to-day and to-morrow
we make, quietly and unobserved, every preparation in our power;
then that you make a quantity of that savory venison stew that both
Light-of-the-Morning and Crouching Wildcat delight in, adding a little
white powder which I shall give you; let them both sup upon it, and
they will sleep soundly for some hours--so soundly that we may steal
from our wigwams, join each other at the old warrior's side, and pass
out of the valley unmolested and unnoticed by him."
"And they will wake again and suffer no harm from the powder?" she
asked.
"Yes," he said. "You know, Juanita, I would not murder them even to
gain liberty for myself and you. The powder will cause them to sleep
heavily for a time, and perhaps make them sick for some hours after,
but will do them no permanent injury."
The girl's face grew radiant. "Oh," she cried, clasping her hands in
ecstasy, "how sweet, how delightful to be free! But why not to-night?
why should we wait another day?"
"That when our flight is discovered the braves may be too far away for
a messenger to reach them with the news in time for them to overtake
us."
"Ah, yes; you are much wiser than I; you think of everything."
The braves were quite gone; the last faint echo of their horses' hoofs
had died away far down the pass, and the squaws and children, who had
been watching their departure, scattered to their work or play.
Juanita sighed; then, with a shudder, "How many bloody scalps shall we
see dangling aloft from their spears when they come back!" she said.
"Please God, we shall not be here to behold the horrible, sickening
sight," said Rupert. Then taking her hand in his, "Juanita, you should
be my wife before we start upon our journey."
She glanced up into his face half shyly, flushing rosy red. "But how
can it be?" she asked timidly; "there is no priest here to unite us."
"We will marry ourselves by Friends' ceremony," he said; then explained
it to her, for she had never heard of it before.
"I fear I shall not feel married," she remarked, in a tone of doubt and
hesitation.
"I have the same feeling," he said, "particularly because we have no
witnesses. But it is the best we can do now, and as soon as we can we
will be remarried by a minister.
"Juanita," tightening his clasp of her hand, "I take you to be my wife,
and promise to be to you a true, faithful, and loving husband till
death do us part."
The beautiful eyes filled with glad tears. "And I," she said, in low,
musical tones, "take you, Rupert, to be my lawful and wedded husband,
and promise to be to you a true, loving, faithful, and obedient wife."
He put his arm about her, and drew her into a close, tender embrace,
imprinting a long and ardent kiss upon the rich red lips. "We are one,
love," he whispered, "and what God hath joined together shall no man
put asunder."
After some further discussion of their plans they separated, and by
mutual consent were seen together less than usual during that day and
the next, so fearful were they of arousing suspicion of their design
to attempt an escape.
But late in the afternoon of the second day Rupert contrived to give
Juanita the little morphine powder which she was to administer to
Light-of-the-Morning and Crouching Wildcat, and to do it unperceived by
any of the Indians.
Juanita hastily concealed it, fastening it into the folds of her tunic
with a pin.
There were but few cooking utensils in the Indian village, but
Light-of-the-Morning was the proud possessor of a little iron pot
carried off by the braves in one of their raids upon their white
neighbors, and of this Juanita was allowed to make use in preparing the
savory stew of which Rupert had spoken.
When she proposed doing so to-night, the old squaw nodded consent with
a smile of approval.
The newly made bride went cheerily to work, moving about with her
accustomed grace, and softly humming a snatch of song, yet with a
quaking heart as she thought of the risk she and Rupert were now to run.
As he and she were to partake of the meal, she also broiled venison
and fish over the coals, and baked bread, making her dough into long,
slender rolls, which she then twisted round and round a stick; that she
stuck into the ground close to the fire, and so baked the bread, now
and then pulling up the stick and replanting it with another side to
the fire.
Light-of-the-Morning sat watching her with a look of great
satisfaction, evidently enjoying the feast in anticipation.
At length all was ready, and Juanita began to despair of an opportunity
to carry out her design, when the squaw supplied it by seizing a gourd
and going for water for the meal.
She had scarcely dropped the curtain of the wigwam behind her ere
Juanita had snatched the powder from its hiding-place and poured it
into the stew, trembling and turning pale as she did it; for oh, how
much depended upon the success of the measure!
And it was an anxious moment to both herself and Rupert when
Light-of-the-Morning first tasted of the medicated dish. She paused,
tasted again, and remarked that it was not quite so good as usual, had
a slightly bitter taste; Juanita must have been careless and let it
scorch; but to their great relief she went on to make a hearty meal of
it, not seeming to notice that neither of them touched it.
There was a good deal left, and Rupert surreptitiously carried it off
to Crouching Wildcat, who received the attention with satisfaction,
and devoured the food with great gusto, apparently never noticing the
unusual taste of which the squaw had complained.
Although but little past sunset, the village was already quiet,
scarcely any one, old or young, to be seen moving; for as a rule they
kept early hours there.
Juanita had purposely delayed the evening meal in Thunder-Cloud's
wigwam, rather to the displeasure of its mistress, whose appetite had
grown very keen while waiting; a good thing for the success of the
young people's plans, for she ate very heartily, and almost immediately
threw herself down on her couch of skins and fell into a deep sleep.
It was thus Rupert found her on bringing back the vessel in which he
had carried Crouching Wildcat his portion.
Juanita sat beside the couch, gazing upon the sleeper with bated
breath, her hands folded in her lap, her whole frame trembling with
excitement.
As Rupert pushed aside the curtain and entered, she looked up at him,
and laid her finger upon her lips.
He smiled and nodded, then stooped and whispered in her ear, "All is
already quiet; I think we may set out as soon as it is dark enough to
gain the entrance of the pass unperceived. Come then, love; you will
find me there."
Her speaking eyes gave the promise he sought, and with a parting,
half-regretful glance at the old squaw, who had always been kind to him
and Juanita also, he left the wigwam.
Withdrawing to a short distance, he knelt in the shadow of a tree and
poured out his soul in fervent prayer for guidance and help in this
perilous undertaking.
The shades of evening were falling fast as he rose from his knees. He
sent one swift glance around to make sure that no human eye was near
enough to watch his movements, and, satisfied of that, walked with
rapid yet noiseless step toward the foot of the mountain that shut in
the valley on the nearest side.
Ascending a little way, he came to a ledge of rock; here stooping
down and thrusting aside the overhanging branches of a wild vine that
concealed a little hollow, he took from thence a bundle of jerked
buffalo meat and venison, which he had collected in preparation for
the flight, and with it in his hand rapidly retraced his steps.
He paused beneath the tree he had but just left, to take another
reconnoitring glance, and was startled to find some one leaning against
it, the faint outline of whose figure was barely perceptible in the
gathering darkness; but only for an instant; the next he knew it was
Juanita, and his arm stole round her waist.
"My love, my darling," he whispered, "does your heart fail you?"
"No, beloved, not while you are with me and lead the way," she answered
softly.
"Come, then; I think they are all asleep, and it is quite dark; now is
our time," he said, taking her hand and leading her onward.
Both had learned to walk with the Indian's noiseless tread; they wore
moccasins, and there was no sound of footsteps as they pursued their
silent way to the mouth of the pass.
Before they reached it the loud snoring of the sentinel told them there
was no danger of molestation from him. He lay prone upon the ground, so
soundly asleep that Rupert was able to divest him of his arms without
waking him.
The gun, powder-horn, and shot-bag were Rupert's own, which had been
taken from him at the time of his capture, so that the most scrupulous
conscience could have seen no wrong in his taking possession; though,
indeed, had they not been his own he would have thought it no robbery
under the circumstances.
He was exceedingly glad to find both bag and horn well filled, for
on that largely depended his ability to supply food for himself and
Juanita on the long journey that lay before them ere they could reach
the confines of civilization.
Attaching those two articles to the belt that confined his
hunting-shirt about the waist, and putting the gun over his shoulder,
with the bag of dried meat hung upon it, he took Juanita's hand in his
again, and led her up the pass, away from the scene of their captivity.
It was very dark in that narrow defile, with the mountains towering
far above them on each side, and the way was narrow, rough, and stony;
again and again they stumbled and were near falling, yet held each
other up; but they pressed patiently, determinately onward, without
pause or exchange of word or syllable, till they reached the end, and
came out upon a wide open plain.
The newly-risen moon, flooding it with silver light, showed them
something of its nature and extent; it was treeless and, except along
the margin of a stream that crossed it, a sandy waste. It did not look
inviting, but across it lay the path to freedom, home, and friends.
They paused but a moment to recover breath and take in the view by one
sweeping glance from side to side, then pressed forward more rapidly
than had been possible in the darkness of the defile from which they
had just emerged.
"Thank God, there is no foe in sight!" ejaculated Rupert, "but we must
make all haste across this plain; for if pursued we can be seen from a
great distance. Also let us gain yonder stream as quickly as possible,
and walk in the water to destroy the scent of our footsteps, and leave
no mark of a trail, by which we can be tracked."
"Yes, yes," panted Juanita; "oh, let us hasten."
"My poor darling, you are already almost spent," Rupert said tenderly.
"Lean on me. If I were but free of the gun and bag of meat, I would
take you in my arms."
"No, no," she returned, with a little pleased laugh. "I should not
allow it. I am but a trifle out of breath; that is all, my best of
husbands."
"I am happy to hear it," he said, "for I fear your strength will be
sorely tried before we can reach a place of safety. Draw your blanket
more closely about you, for the night wind has full sweep across this
open plain, and its cold is piercing."
They had both been forced to adopt the Indian style of dress; Juanita
had neither cloak nor shawl, but wore a blanket wrapped about her
shoulders, after the manner of the squaws.
She drew it closer, took Rupert's arm, and they sped swiftly over the
plain, the sense of impending danger lending them unnatural strength
and speed.
They reached the stream, and followed its course for some miles,
keeping just within the water's edge, then left it for a more direct
route, which brought them, about daylight, to a dense forest.
Being now utterly spent with fatigue, they were obliged to stop and
take some rest. Rupert spread his blanket at the foot of a tree, made
Juanita lie down upon it, and carefully covered her with his own. "My
poor child, how very weary you are!" he sighed in tender accents.
"Ah, if I could but provide a cup of hot coffee and a good warm
breakfast for your refreshment! But I have nothing to offer you but
this dried venison, and dare not even kindle a fire to dry your wet
feet, lest the smoke should attract the attention of our savage foes."
"Ah," she said, with a determined effort to be cheerful, and giving him
a sweet, bright smile, "we will not mind such trifles, if only we may
escape being recaptured. Give me a bit of the venison; I can eat it
with appetite."
They rested and slept where they were for some hours; then, late in
the afternoon, started on again through the forest, trying to keep a
south-easterly direction, and guided by the sun, of which they caught
occasional glimpses between the tall tree-tops.
About the time of his setting they came out upon a little opening in
the forest; and here they halted, made another meal upon the dried
meat, then lay down and slept until the moon rose, when they pressed
on again, guided by her light.
So for many weeks they journeyed on, the sun guiding them by day, the
moon and stars at night, sometimes, when clouds covered these from
view, obliged to lie by for hours or days; often compelled to do so
from utter weakness and weariness, drinking water from the streams,
and satisfying their hunger upon fish caught in them, or such game as
Rupert was able to bring down with his gun or catch in snares laid for
them when he and Juanita stopped for a night's rest.
He kept an account of the days of the week, and was careful to observe
the rest of the Sabbath. He had brought his Bible with him, and the
greater part of the day would be passed in the study of its pages and
prayer to that God who is everywhere present and able to deliver from
all dangers and fears. Rupert and Juanita were in a situation to feel
very sensibly the need of His protecting care; for danger from wild
beasts and roving bands of Indians threatened them on every side;
venomous reptiles, too, often lay in their path, and they were not
seldom assailed by both hunger and thirst, sometimes travelling many,
many miles without finding either food or water.
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Chapter Seventeenth.
"Sir, you are very welcome to our house:
It must appear in other ways than words,
Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy."
SHAKESPEARE.
It was late in the afternoon of a sultry August day that our poor
travellers, footsore and weary, reached a great cattle ranch in Texas,
owned and occupied by a family of the name of Baird, who had emigrated
from Ohio years before.
Their large, comfortable house, separated from the road by a wide,
grassy yard and flower-garden, was the first civilized dwelling Rupert
and Juanita had seen since their capture by the Indians, and their
pulses quickened with joy at the sight.
Mrs. Baird was getting supper for her husband and sons, all of whom
were in the field with the cattle. Turning from the fire where she was
broiling chickens, baking biscuit, and frying potatoes, she caught
sight of two forlorn figures coming up the garden path.
"Injuns!" she cried aloud, as, pale and breathless with fright, she
looked this way and that for some weapon of defence, "and me here
alone!"
But a second glance reassured her. They were nearing the open door,
and she could see not only that they were whites, but that there was
nothing sinister or fierce in the expression of the man's face, while
that of the young girl, though pale and travel-stained, was winsome and
even beautiful.
She stepped forward with a cordial "How d'ye do? Walk in, and sit down,
and rest, for you are dreadfully tired, I know," setting out some
chairs as she spoke.
"Thank you, madam; indeed we are," Rupert replied, lifting his hat with
a courtly bow.
But as they crossed the threshold Juanita staggered, and would have
fallen had not he caught her in his arms.
"Oh, my darling, my darling!" he cried in tones of acute distress,
"have food and rest come too late for you?"
"Food and rest?" repeated Mrs. Baird, greatly shocked, "is she starved?
Here, lay her down quick on the lounge in the sitting-room, and I'll
bring her a glass of milk at once; 'twont take me a minute to get it."
With a word of thanks Rupert followed the good woman's directions, and
had scarcely done so ere she was at his side with the milk.
He raised Juanita's head. Mrs. Baird held the glass to her lips, and
noted, with tears of mingled joy and compassion, the eagerness with
which it was swallowed.
Then a sudden thought sent her flying from the room to return
immediately with a pitcher, from which she filled the glasses again and
again, first for Juanita, then for Rupert.
"Now," she said, when her pitcher was empty, "you shall both have a
good hearty supper in about ten minutes. If you'd like to wash off the
dust first, you'll find soap, water, and towels handy out there on the
porch. Now I must leave you, or my supper will be all spoiled."
"O Rupert, how good and kind she is!" whispered Juanita, with tears in
her eyes, as their hostess left them alone together, "and she could
never suppose from our appearance that we have anything to pay with."
"No; she must be a truly benevolent woman, and a Christian one also, I
think; and truly we have great reason to thank our heavenly Father for
bringing us to such an one in our sore need," said Rupert, adding, as
Juanita made a movement as if to rise, "Lie still, love; I will bring a
basin of water to you."
"Please do," she answered, lying down again; "a wash will be very
refreshing. Ah, if one only had some clean clothes to put on!"
"That desire also shall be granted before long, my darling," Rupert
answered between a tear and a smile, glancing down rather ruefully at
the worn and soiled garments of his pretty young wife.
He had shielded her as far as possible from the hardnesses of their
terrible journey, yet he knew that her sufferings had been great--so
great that his kind, loving heart bled at the very thought of them.
She had beautiful hair, very fine, soft, glossy and black as the
raven's wing; very long and luxuriant too; when unconfined falling in a
great mass of ringlets below her waist.
Rupert was very proud of it, as well as of her regular and delicate
features, her starry eyes, sylphlike form, and graceful movements.
At present she wore her hair in a great coil at the back of her shapely
head, held in place by a wooden pin that he had made for her.
"May I take this down and comb it out for you?" he asked, laying his
hand caressingly upon it. "But perhaps it would tire you too much."
"Oh no, it would rather be a refreshment," she answered, smiling up at
him, "and I shall be much obliged."
So he did, then brought her the water to lave her hands and face.
Meanwhile Mrs. Baird, busy with her preparations for the evening meal,
was full of curiosity in regard to her unexpected guests. "Who can they
be?" she questioned with herself, "and where in the world did they come
from? It's as plain as day that he's a gentleman and she a lady; they
look it in spite of their odd, shabby dress; and they speak good, pure
English in refined tones, though she has a little foreign accent. She
looks Spanish, but he's an American; I'm sure of that. Shouldn't wonder
if he's from my own State--from that section anyway, for he's neither
a New Englander nor a Southerner. But their dress--why, it's nearer
Injun than anything else; well, now I wonder--" and hurrying to the
sitting-room door she addressed Rupert:
"If you please, sir, I'd like to ask a question. Have you been among
the Injuns?"
"Yes," he said; "we escaped about three months ago from an Apache
village, where we had been prisoners for three years."
"Dear me! how dreadful! And that must have been a long way off; how did
you ever get here?"
"Yes, it must be hundreds of miles, and we have walked all the way."
"Oh you poor things!" she cried, the tears coursing down her cheeks;
"no wonder you're completely worn out. Your sufferings must have been
dreadful."
"They have not been small," Rupert said, with emotion, his glance
resting pityingly for an instant upon Juanita's wan features; "but as
our days, our strength has been, for God is faithful to His promises.
And now," he added, with a brightening countenance, "the worst is all
over, I trust."
"Yes, indeed; you must stay here till you're quite rested," she said,
with cordial hospitality. "And as soon as there's a good chance I'd
like to hear your whole story. It can't fail to be interesting."
Turning hastily away with the last word, she seized a tin horn, and
going to the back door blew a vigorous blast.
Her husband, three stalwart sons grown to man's estate, and a slender
lad of twelve, the youngest and therefore the family pet, came hurrying
from the field in answer to the summons.
The wife and mother met them at the threshold, her still fresh and
comely face full of excitement. "We have guests," she said.
"Who on earth, mother?" ejaculated Joe, the eldest son, while his
father remarked, "They're welcome, whoever they are, if they're honest,
decent folks."
"That I'll engage they are!" she answered, "though their clothes are
shabby enough; but they're escaped captives from the Apaches; have been
travelling through the wilderness for months on foot, and of course are
in a very bad plight."
Her announcement was met by various exclamations of surprise and
commiseration, according to the characters and dispositions of the
speakers.
"Yes," she said, "and of course, father, we'll keep them here till
they're rested, poor things, and then help them on their way to their
friends, if they have any."
"Of course, of course, wife," answered the man of the house, cheerily.
"But where are they?"
"In the sitting-room. Go in and speak to them, won't you? and ask them
out to supper; it's just ready."
"I'll do that!" he said, hanging up the towel he had been using.
In another minute he was shaking hands cordially with Rupert, while
congratulating him on his escape from the Indians, and assuring him
and Juanita of their welcome to the hospitalities of the ranch as
long as they might be pleased to accept them. "No obligations, young
man," he said, interrupting Rupert's expression of thanks; "you'd do
the same for me if our situations were reversed; and besides, any
decent stranger is a godsend in these lonely parts; and the cost of
entertaining, where you have everything on your place and no market for
it, is just about nothing. Come, walk out to supper," he added; "it's
on the table, and best while it's hot."
He led the way, and they followed right willingly, for the smell of
the viands was extremely appetizing, and the milk had by no means
appeased their hunger.
Mrs. Baird greeted them with a smile, pointed out their seats, and with
an inclination of the head toward the younger members of the family,
said, "My sons, Mr----"
"Keith," supplied Rupert, as she paused with an inquiring look at him;
"Rupert Keith is my name, and this young lady," glancing at Juanita,
"is--"
There was an instant's hesitation, then he added, "my wife," coloring
slightly as he spoke.
He was conscious of a furtive exchange of wondering, inquiring glances
among his entertainers, but no remark was made.
They all sat down to the table, the father asked a blessing upon the
food, and the meal began.
Presently Rupert said, with a frank look into the face of his host, "I
must ask to be permitted to explain my hesitation of a moment ago.
"Juanita and I have been fellow-captives among the Apaches. They
carried her off in a raid into Mexico--her native land. Me they
captured on my way from Indiana to California, and we made our
acquaintance in the Indian village.
"It was not long before we became lovers, but there was no one there
to unite us in marriage. Just previous to making our escape we married
ourselves by Friends' ceremony, as the best we could do; but having had
no witnesses, we do not feel quite satisfied that the knot has been
tied as tightly as it ought to be (the reason of my hesitation to claim
her as fully mine)," he put in parenthetically and with a look and
smile of ardent affection directed to his bride, "and as soon as we can
come across a minister we will get him to tighten it," he concluded,
with a half-sportive look and tone. Then, more gravely, "Is there one
in this neighborhood?" he inquired.
All present had listened with evident interest to his explanation;
the father of the family now answered, "None very near, but there's
a Methodist minister of the name of Clark, who passes here every
other Sunday on his way to a school-house six miles beyond, where he
preaches. He generally takes his dinner here, and that will be a good
chance for you, if you can wait for it."
"'Twon't be so long, father," remarked his wife, cheerily; "this is
Friday, and next Sunday is Mr. Clark's day."
"Why, to be sure, so it is!" ejaculated her spouse, turning a beaming
face upon Rupert and Juanita.
"We can wait," Juanita said in her liquid tones, speaking for the first
time since she had sat down to the table. "I am but poorly prepared so
far as regards my dress," she added, with blushing cheek and a shy,
downward glance at her forlorn attire.
Rupert gave her a tenderly sympathizing look, then turning to their
host asked, "Is there any place within reach where clothing may be
procured? I have means to pay for it, and we are both, as you see,
sorely in need of it."
"The nearest place is twenty miles away, and it's none of the best,"
was the discouraging reply. "However, we'll see what can be done; Joe
can drive you over to-morrow, if you feel like taking the trip; but I
should think you'd better rest a few days first."
"Yes, indeed, I should think so," chimed in Mrs. Baird; "and Joe can
lend him a suit to be married in (they look to be pretty near of a
size), and I'll find something for the young lady."
"Certainly, certainly!" assented Joe with ready cordiality and a kindly
look at Rupert, who was beaming with joy and gratitude.
"You are all exceedingly kind," he said with emotion.
And truly he and Juanita looked in need of such kindly offices.
They were dressed almost exactly alike--in full suits of deerskin,
moccasins, leggings, and a long loose shirt belted in at the waist;
all much worn and soiled with months of constant wear and the dust of
travel. On their arrival each had worn a broad-brimmed hat woven by
Juanita's deft fingers.
Their entertainers, though eager to hear the story of their captivity
and subsequent wanderings, kindly refrained from questioning them till
their appetites had been fully satisfied.
At the conclusion of the meal Juanita was made to lie down again, Mrs.
Baird insisting that she must be altogether too tired to sit up; Rupert
was given an arm-chair, and all the family gathered round him to listen
to a lengthened narrative of his experiences from the time of his
capture to the present.
Some passages were so moving that there was not a dry eye in the room,
and tender-hearted Mrs. Baird sobbed aloud.
When the story seemed to have come to an end she started up, saying,
"Dear me! I've left my dishes standing all this while!" and hastily
left the room.
Her husband and sons remained, and plied Rupert with questions.
"What have you done with your gun?" asked Ralph, the youngest. "You
said you had one that you stole back from that old Wildcat, but I
haven't noticed it anywhere round."
"No," Rupert said; "when we came in sight of this house I felt safe
in getting rid of the burden of carrying it for a while. Our blankets
too; we were so tired and the sun so hot, that they seemed an almost
intolerable load, so I hid them in a clump of bushes a little off the
roadside, where I knew I could easily find them again."
"That was wise," remarked his host; "we will go for them in the
morning."
"Did that old Wildcat and the rest chase after you?" queried Ralph.
"Indeed, my little man, I do not know," replied Rupert. "If so, it was
when it was too late for them to overtake us."
"I think you managed splendidly," remarked Tom, the second son.
"I think God helped and took care of us," Rupert said, with reverent
gratitude.
"And there you are right," said his host. "'Except the Lord build the
house, they labor in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city,
the watchman waketh but in vain.'"
"Words of inspiration," Rupert said, recognizing them with a smile
of glad content. "I perceive that we are fellow-servants of the same
divine Master, and much I thank Him for bringing me to the house of one
of His followers for a short season of rest."
"And most welcome you are, sir, especially as belonging to Him,"
returned Mr. Baird, heartily; "'Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one
of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.' Those
words of His make it a double delight to do any kindness to one of His
disciples."
All this time Juanita had been soundly sleeping; her head had scarcely
touched the pillow ere she was lost to all that was going on about her.
Mrs. Baird, coming in again, noticed that Rupert seemed very weary.
"You are making Mr. Keith talk too much," she said to the others. "He's
fairly tired out, and ought to be sleeping this minute. I'll make up a
bed directly for you, and one for her," she added, addressing Rupert,
and glancing toward Juanita with the last words.
"Oh no, do not give yourself the trouble," he hastened to say; "I
doubt if either of us could sleep in a bed after being so long used to
nothing softer than a bear or buffalo skin spread upon the ground."
Mrs. Baird gave him a puzzled look. "What can I do for you then?" she
asked.
"Give me an old quilt or something of the kind, if you have one
conveniently at hand, and I will lie on the floor here."
"Yes; I'll get you a quilt and a couple of buffalo robes," she said,
"though I'd rather give you a good bed. I may make up one for her,
mayn't I?"
Rupert smiled, and with a loving glance at Juanita said, "I really
think she would prefer to stay where she is till to-morrow morning. She
will probably sleep on till then without moving or so much as opening
an eye, she is so very weary, poor thing!"
"And," with a little doubtful hesitation, "you wouldn't rather have
separate rooms? I have plenty of them."
"No; she is my wife, and we have been together night and day ever since
our escape from captivity; and she has slept close at my side or in my
arms. How could I have it otherwise, with the growl of the bear, the
savage howl of the wolf, or the scream of the wildcat in our ears, to
say nothing of constant danger from roving bands of Indians?"
"Sure enough, sir; and she is your wife! Well, it shall be just as you
wish, though it does seem like treating you both very inhospitably."
"Not at all, my dear madam. In fact, neither of us would be willing
to get into one of your nice clean beds without a bath and change of
raiment, which we cannot have at present."
"Why, yes you can, of course," put in Joe; "we have a bath-room, and
I'll supply you with a change of clothes, without waiting for the Rev.
Mr. Clark's coming," he added, with a good-humored laugh.
"And I'll do the same by your wife to-morrow morning," said the mother,
as she hurried away in search of the quilt.
She kept her word, and Juanita appeared at the breakfast-table very
agreeably metamorphosed by civilized garments, though the calico dress
was a little faded, and had to be belted in about the waist because it
was several sizes too large.
But no attire, however uncouth, could hide the gracefulness of her form
and movements, or mar the beauty of her face.
"They won't come anywhere near fitting, you are so much more slender
than I am," Mrs. Baird had remarked when offering them, "but at least
they are sweet and clean as soap and water can make them."
"The best possible recommendation, dear lady," Juanita answered, with a
joyous smile. "Oh, you do not know how glad I shall be to be clean once
more! You could only learn by living in a wigwam for three years and
then travelling through the woods and over the mountains and prairies
in the one suit, wearing it day and night."
"A great deal more than I should be willing to pay for the knowledge,"
returned her hostess between a smile and a tear. "You poor young thing!
What a fearful time you must have had!"
Rupert's appearance had undergone quite as great an improvement as
Juanita's, and they exchanged many admiring glances during the meal.
Afterward, when they found themselves alone together for a moment, "How
lovely you are this morning, my darling!" exclaimed Rupert, catching
Juanita in his arms and giving her a rapturous embrace.
"You too," she said, laying one small hand on each of his broad
shoulders and gazing fondly up into his face.
"It's the clothes--altogether the clothes in my case, I fear," he
returned, half laughingly; "savage attire is none too becoming to me."
"Nor to me," she responded; "it's the change of dress with me as
well as with you. But oh, my Rupert, I have always thought you the
handsomest of men, even in savage attire!"
"Little flatterer!" he said, laughing and pinching her cheek, yet
evidently not ill pleased with the compliment. "That dress is extremely
becoming; really you are positively bewitching in it."
"Ah, who is the flatterer now?" she cried, clapping her hands and
laughing gleefully.
Ralph looked in at the door. "Mr. Keith, father says would you like to
come and look at some of our fine cattle, if you are not too tired?"
"Yes, indeed I should, thank you," Rupert answered, letting go of
Juanita to follow the boy, but turning back again to kiss her good-by
and bid her take all the rest she could.
"Thanks, señor," she returned gayly, "but I feel quite fresh this
morning, and I must see if I cannot give a little help to our kind
hostess. She seems to have no servant, and our presence here must add
to her labors."
"Quite right," he said, with an approving smile, "but do not overtax
your strength."
Mrs. Baird was not in the kitchen, where Juanita expected to find her,
but hearing the light step of the latter, called to her from an inner
room.
"Come here, my dear," she said, "and tell me what you think of this."
It was a white dress of fine cambric muslin, its skirt, waist, and
sleeves elaborately trimmed with tiny tucks, embroidery, and lace. Mrs.
Baird held it up to view, repeating her query, "What do you think of
this?"
"That it is very pretty," Juanita answered, examining it closely. "What
beautifully fine needlework."
"Yes; it's a dress I had when I was married," remarked Mrs. Baird. "I
was a bit of a slender girl then, as you are now. I never wore it much,
and after a while I grew too stout for it. I thought of it last night
when considering what could be found for you to wear to-morrow, so I've
just been rummaging through these bureau drawers in search of it.
"Of course it must be very old-fashioned, and it's very yellow with
lying by so long; but there won't be anybody here that knows about the
fashions, or will mind that it isn't as white as it should be. So if
you are willing to wear it just try it on to see if it comes anywhere
near fitting, and if it does I'll have it in the washtub in a trice;
and I really think it won't look so badly when I'm done with it."
"How very kind you are, dear lady!" exclaimed Juanita, catching Mrs.
Baird's hand and kissing it, her face all aglow with delight and
gratitude. "It is lovely! and I shall not care at all for the fashion
or for a little yellowness, which will make the lace look all the
richer."
"Then put it on, my dear," Mrs. Baird said, smilingly; "and you need
not feel over-burdened with gratitude for so small a favor."
It proved not a bad fit, and both thought would do extremely well
without alteration.
"Now if you only had a decent pair of shoes," remarked Mrs. Baird
reflectively; "but those I'm afraid I can't supply, for any of mine
would be a mile too large for that pretty little foot of yours."
"Ah! which would you advise, dear lady, bare feet or these?" Juanita
asked, with a rueful laugh and a downward glance at her worn and soiled
moccasins.
"Moccasins!" exclaimed Mrs. Baird, struck by a sudden thought. "You've
been so long among the Injuns, have you learned to make them, and could
you make yourself a pair if you had the materials?"
"Yes, indeed!" was the eager rejoinder, "for myself and Rupert too."
"Then you shall have them," said the good woman, beginning to rummage
again among her stores. "I have a nice soft doeskin that will be just
the thing. Ah, here it is!" pulling it down from a high closet shelf;
"and I have some colored silks you can have for embroidering with if
you like."
"Thank you, oh a thousand thanks!" Juanita said, "but the skin is all
I want; I prefer the moccasins plain for this occasion, especially as
I can make them up so much more quickly. But may I not first help you
with your work? I can wash dishes, and sweep, and dust, and make beds."
"No, no, my dear!" Mrs. Baird said, in her bright, cheery way; "you
shall do nothing of the kind. It is very kind and thoughtful--your
offering to do it--but I really don't need help, and you must sit right
down to those moccasins. If you like to sit in the kitchen while I'm
busy there, I'll be very glad of your company."
Before sunset Juanita's bridal attire was quite ready, and she
exhibited it to Rupert's admiring eyes with perhaps as much pride and
satisfaction as a city belle might have taken in her silks and satins.
"Mrs. Baird says the dress is old-fashioned and not a good color--"
began Juanita.
"But what difference does that make, my sweet?" interrupted Rupert;
"who of us will know the difference? And I am sure you will look very
lovely, at least in the bridegroom's eyes, and in fact will be better
dressed than he," he added gayly. "I hope you won't be ashamed of him."
"Never, never! but proud, very proud!" she cried, throwing an arm
about his neck and laying her head on his breast.
"Not prouder than I of my bride," he said softly, caressing her
tenderly.
They were interrupted by the call to supper, and scarcely had the meal
begun when a horseman rode up to the gate, dismounted, fastened his
horse as if quite at home, then came hurrying up the path toward the
open door.
There was a simultaneous exclamation from several voices, "Why, there's
Mr. Clark," and the whole family rose to greet him with a hearty
handshake and words of welcome.
Then Rupert and Juanita were introduced, another plate was added to the
table, a chair set up for the new arrival, and he warmly invited to
share their meal.
He was not slow to accept the invitation, and did ample justice to the
viands, praising them without stint as he ate.
"You're the best cook in the county, by all odds, Mrs. Baird; but the
Ohio ladies are very apt to understand the business; I don't believe
there's a State in the Union can beat Ohio at that."
"I agree with you there, sir," remarked Rupert. "But I have observed
that a man is very apt to think nobody else's cooking quite equal to
that of his own mother--a fact partly to be accounted for by the other,
that children's appetites are usually keen and their digestion good.
There is a great deal of truth in the old saying that hunger is the
best sauce."
"Was your mother a native of Ohio, Mr. Keith?" asked Mrs. Baird, with a
look of interest.
"Yes, madam, my father also; all their children were born there too, so
that we are a family of Buckeyes," he concluded, with sportive look and
tone.
"I thought so!" she exclaimed emphatically; "the first hour you were in
the house I said to myself, I shouldn't wonder if he were from my own
State of Ohio."
"But I thought I heard you say you came from Indiana, Mr. Keith," spoke
up Ralph.
"So I did," returned Rupert, pleasantly; "we removed to that State some
years ago."
"Fine States both," remarked Mr. Clark. "I've lived in both, and ought
to know. Now confess, Mrs. Baird, that you are wondering what brought
me here to-day."
"To be ready for preaching to-morrow, I presume," she answered dryly;
"but why should I be wondering more than the rest?"
"Oh, woman's curiosity, you know, if you'll excuse the jest; for I
really don't believe you're one bit more curious about it than anybody
else here. Well, I had a funeral to attend this morning some six or
seven miles from this, and then two or three sick folks to visit a
little nearer here, and I thought it wouldn't be worth while to go back
home before Monday. You see, I always feel sure of a welcome at Baird's
Ranch."
"That's right; you need never have the least doubt of it," said his
host. "And we are particularly glad to see you this time, because
there's a job waiting for you here."
"Indeed!" cried the minister, elevating his eyebrows in surprise; "and
what may it be? Has one of these fine boys of yours selected a wife,
and is he wanting me to tie the knot?"
"Ah, your guess is not very wide of the mark," laughed Mr. Baird,
"though the wedding will not be exactly in the family."
"There, father, that will do for the present," remarked his wife,
perceiving that Juanita was blushing in a slightly embarrassed way; "we
have the whole evening before us, and it won't take long to make all
the necessary arrangements."
"You have not been long in this part of the country I presume, sir?"
Mr. Clark said, inquiringly, addressing Rupert.
"I arrived only yesterday, sir," was the reply.
"Direct from Indiana?"
"No, sir, direct from the Apache country, where I have been a prisoner
for three years."
"Is it possible, sir! You must have had a dreadful experience."
And then questions and answers followed in rapid succession, Mr. Clark
almost forgetting to eat in the intense interest he felt in the story
Rupert and Juanita had to tell; for learning from something said by one
of the family that she had shared Rupert's captivity, he catechised her
also quite closely.
He was captivated by her beauty and her modest, sensible replies, and
being presently able to make a shrewd conjecture as to who were to
claim his services that evening, thought Rupert a very fortunate man.
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Chapter Eighteenth.
"I bless thee for the noble heart,
The tender and the true,
Where mine hath found the happiest rest
That e'er fond woman's knew."
MRS. HEMANS.
Mrs. Baird made short work of clearing away the remains of the supper
and setting everything to rights. Then taking two of her sons with her,
she repaired to the garden.
All three presently returned laden with flowers, with which they
proceeded to ornament the parlor, after setting aside some of the
fairest and most fragrant for the adornment of the bride.
"What next, mother?" asked Tom. "You are hardly thinking of having a
wedding in the house without refreshments, I suppose?"
"No; I've plenty of cake baked: three kinds--bride, pound, and sponge
cakes. Now you boys go to the garden and gather all the finest fruits
you can find, while I help the bride to dress."
"Dress?" laughed Tom; "what has she to dress in? Will she put on her
Indian toggery again?"
"You'll see when the time comes," said his mother. "Now off with you,
and show how well you can do your part."
Mr. Baird had repaired to the front porch with his guests, and an
animated conversation was going on there, Mr. Clark and Rupert being
the chief speakers, when the good lady of the house appeared among them
with the announcement that it was time for every one of them to be
dressing for the wedding.
"You know your room, Mr. Clark. I've had your saddlebags carried
there, and you'll find everything necessary for making your toilet.
Mr. Baird, will you please to attend to Mr. Keith? I shall take care
of the bride." And linking Juanita's arm in hers she led her into the
house and to a large, airy bedroom that, with its white draped windows,
toilet-table, and bed, looked very suitable for a bridal chamber.
The white dress, the new moccasins, and a profusion of loveliest
flowers were there.
Juanita sent a swift glance about the room, taking in all these details
and more (the room seemed pervaded by a simple air of elegance, and
its atmosphere was redolent of the sweet breath of the flowers); then
turning to her kind hostess, threw her arms round her neck, and with
quivering lips and eyes full of tears said, "Oh, how good, how good you
are to a poor wayfarer, dear lady!"
"It's very little I'm doing, dear child," said Mrs. Baird, returning
the embrace. "I'm afraid it must seem but a forlorn kind of wedding to
you; and yet I think you should be a happy bride, for sure I am that if
you are not a happy wife it will not be the fault of the man you are
marrying."
"No," cried Juanita, smiles chasing away the tears, "there cannot be
another in all the world like my Rupert."
"I must own that I have taken a great fancy to him," Mrs. Baird said,
smiling and stroking Juanita's hair caressingly. "Now, dear, let me
help you to dress. I want the pleasure of arranging this beautiful hair
and trimming it with flowers. They are the most suitable ornament for a
bride, and fortunately we have an abundant supply."
"Yes, I prefer them to jewels," said Juanita.
"My dear, you look lovely!" was the delighted exclamation of the good
lady when her labors were completed. "Simple and old-fashioned as
the dress is, it becomes you wonderfully. I never saw a bride in the
richest white silk or satin look half so beautiful as you do in it."
"Ah, you flatter me, my kind friend!" Juanita said, with a blush that
enhanced her charms.
"Now sit down for a few minutes while I trim the room with the rest
of these roses, lilies, and orange blossoms," said her hostess, "and
then I'll go and send Mr. Keith to stay with you till I call you to the
parlor."
"Ah, may I not help? I would rather," Juanita said, half imploringly.
"Dear lady, you must be quite exhausted with the many labors of the
day."
"No, no, not at all," laughed Mrs. Baird gayly; "as my husband often
says, I have a wonderful capacity for work. I really do believe it was
what I was made for."
"You are never ill?"
"No, never; and what a cause for thankfulness! What earthly blessing
greater than good health?"
A little later Rupert came in to find Juanita alone, seated before the
window, gazing out upon a beautiful landscape of prairie and forest,
with richly wooded hills in the distance.
He stepped lightly across the floor, but her quick ear caught the sound
of his footfalls. She turned, rose hastily, and threw herself into his
outstretched arms.
"My beautiful! my beautiful!" he said, softly, holding her close with
tenderest caresses.
"Ah, my love, my love, I would I were ten times more beautiful for your
dear sake," she responded, gazing into his face with eyes full of happy
tears.
"That would be quite impossible," he said, holding her off a little,
the better to view her charms, then drawing her close again to repeat
his caresses.
So happy in each other were they that the time did not seem long till
they were summoned to the parlor, where the whole Baird family and the
minister were in waiting.
It was a short, simple, yet impressive ceremony, and the spectators,
though few in number, were very hearty and sincere in their
congratulations at its close. Rupert felt that all he needed to
complete his happiness was the presence of his parents, brothers, and
sisters--all, alas, so far away.
He was very eager to reach home, but so weary were both he and Juanita
that he had already decided to accept the kind invitation of these
new-found friends to stay some weeks with them. Also it was absolutely
necessary they should make some preparation, in the matter of dress,
for a decent appearance in civilized society.
The table spread by Mrs. Baird and her sons with the simple wedding
feast of cake and fruits, garnished with a profusion of beautiful,
fragrant flowers, presented a most attractive appearance; nor were its
delicacies found less agreeable to the palate than satisfying to the
eye.
There was no revel, no intoxicating drink, though a great abundance of
delicious lemonade, nor was the feasting prolonged to excess; there was
in fact more talk than eating and drinking, and at a primitively early
hour all had retired, each to his own room.
"At last, love, we know beyond a question that we are truly husband
and wife," Rupert said, holding Juanita to his heart with tenderest
caresses. "Does the certainty add to your happiness, as it does to
mine?"
"Yes," she murmured, softly; "oh, I am happier than ever before in all
my life!"
"Ah, it makes my heart glad to hear it! How proud I shall be to show my
little wife to the dear ones at home. I hope to have an opportunity on
Monday to send them a few lines to tell that I am yet alive and hope to
be with them in a few weeks."
He availed himself of that opportunity, writing to Dr. Landreth to
break the news to his parents, but the letter never reached its
destination. Hence the intense surprise of his relatives when he
arrived among them.
The remainder of the journey was performed in comparative comfort.
Rupert bought a pair of stout mules and a roomy wagon, which he and the
hospitable Bairds stocked with everything necessary for a journey of
several hundred miles through a sparsely settled country.
In this the young couple travelled to New Orleans, stopping at night
at some village, farmhouse, or ranch, when any such shelter was near,
at other times unharnessing and tethering their mules and sleeping in
their wagon.
The parting with the Bairds was a sorrowful one on both sides, for they
had become sincerely attached during the weeks spent together, and it
was very unlikely they would ever meet again on earth. Their only
consolation was in the strong hope and expectation of a final reunion
in another and better world.
Rupert and Juanita set out upon this stage of their long journey very
decently attired in garments suitable for the exigencies of that kind
of travel, and carrying some changes with them.
In New Orleans they replenished their wardrobes, so that they presented
a decidedly fashionable and stylish appearance; sold the wagon and
mules, and took passage on a Mississippi steamer bound for St. Louis.
The trip up the river seemed really restful after the far more toilsome
mode of travel they had practised for so long. They made some pleasant
acquaintances too, and altogether greatly enjoyed the voyage, with its
return to the usages of civilized life.
They stayed but a few hours in St. Louis, then hurried on to Pleasant
Plains by the nearest and most rapid route, for Rupert was in a fever
of impatience to reach home and the dear ones from whom he had been so
long and sadly parted.
Such was the story told to the assembled family on the morning after
their arrival, and of course it was listened to with absorbing and
often painful interest, and followed up by many questions, now from one
and now from another.
It was Annis who asked, "What became of your diamond, Ru?"
"Did I say positively that it was a diamond?" he asked, in sportive
tone.
"No, I believe not; but what did you do with it?"
"Sold it, little sister; sold it for five thousand dollars."
There was an exclamation of delight from all present except Juanita, to
whom the fact was no news.
"Why, my good brother, you seem to have made quite a speculation out of
your misfortune in being captured and held prisoner so long," laughed
Dr. Landreth.
"Yes," Rupert said, with an ardent look of love directed to his
bride. "I found a treasure there that I could have found nowhere
else, therefore do not regret all I have suffered. Though I would the
suffering had been mine alone," he added, with a tender glance at his
mother's worn face and a perceptible tremble in his manly tones.
"Never mind, my dear boy," she said, laying her hand affectionately
upon his arm and gazing with all a mother's love and pride into his
handsome face; "none of us need care for them now that they are all
over and we have you safe among us once more."
"In fine, vigorous health too, I should say, from your appearance,"
added the doctor.
"Yes, Charlie, your prescription has worked wonders," Rupert replied,
with a happy laugh. "I never felt better in my life."
"And you are quite a rich man," the doctor went on gayly. "Your
business here has thrived and increased under my fostering care, so
that there are a few thousands in bank to add to those you have brought
with you; and besides, the fine business ready for you to step into
again this very day if you like."
"Charlie, how can I thank you!" Rupert exclaimed with emotion, grasping
the doctor's hand with brotherly warmth.
"No thanks needed, Ru," returned the doctor, laconically. "Don, my
boy," wheeling round upon him, "I don't believe one of us has asked
what success in the search for gold you have to tell of."
"No," said the mother; "we were so glad to get sight of his face that
we never thought of the gold."
Don gave her a loving smile. "And I," he said, "have been so taken up
with the happiness of being with you all again, and the return of my
brother, 'who was dead and is alive again, was lost and is found,' that
I have not thought of it myself. I have been moderately successful, so
that I have enough to give me a fair start in business."
"I'm very glad, Don," said Rupert. "And if you shouldn't have quite
enough, you won't be too proud to take a little help from your older
brother, will you?"
"Or your brother-in-law?" supplemented the doctor.
"Or your father?" Mr. Keith added, with an affectionate look and smile.
"I am abundantly able, and have, perhaps, the best right."
Don's face beamed with happiness. "Thank you all," he said.
"No, I shouldn't be too proud to accept help from any of you, father
especially; but I hope not to need it."
"But, Rupert," said Wallace, inquiringly, "I suppose you had to use a
part of your five thousand for travelling expenses?"
"No, you needn't suppose any such thing, my good brother," replied
Rupert, with a good-humored laugh; "the gold I told you Juanita
and I picked up was more than sufficient for that and all other
expenditures--for clothing and so forth--in fact we still have a few
hundreds of it left."
"Fortunate creatures that you are!" said Zillah. "And yet I don't think
ten times what you have would pay for that long captivity among the
Indians."
"No," said Rupert, "I would not voluntarily endure it again for that,
or twice that; though now that it is over I am not sorry to have had
the experience. Are you for your share of it, love?" to Juanita,
sitting by his side.
"Ah, my husband," lifting to him eyes beaming with love and happiness,
"I can never, never regret anything that brought us together!"
"What beautifully correct English Juanita speaks," remarked Mildred,
admiringly.
"Yes, I think so," said Rupert, "and take all the credit to myself,
since I have been her only teacher; she could not speak a word of it
when we first met."
"He first stole my heart," said Juanita, with a low, musical laugh,
"and then it was not so difficult to make me understand and speak his
language."
"No," said Rupert; "if there was any theft it was on your side; you
robbed me of my heart with the first glance of your lovely eyes, so
that when I got possession of yours it was only a fair exchange, which,
according to the proverb, is no robbery."
Juanita looked at him with pretended reproach in her beautiful eyes.
"He always gets the better of me when we quarrel like this; he always
will have the last word."
"Ah, but you shouldn't let him," Zillah said, with a merry look at her
husband. "Wallace knows better than to expect it always. Don't you,
dear?"
"Oh yes, of course," laughed Wallace; "but for all that I'm not apt to
stop till I've freed my mind; and sometimes my wife is wise enough not
to answer back unless with soft words or a merry jest that conquers my
inclination to be disagreeable."
"She's a very nice, wise little woman," remarked the doctor, "yet,
I think, excelled to some extent by her elder sister," glancing at
Mildred as he spoke.
"Probably the possessive pronoun has not a little to do with that
opinion, Charlie," Mildred said, with a happy smile.
"Rupert," said Don, "did you never lose your way while crossing those
almost boundless Texas prairies?"
"Once we did," replied Rupert, "but finding a compass after some little
search we were able to go on in the right direction."
"A compass?" cried Annis; "what sort of compass could be found out
there?"
"It is a little plant which grows there, can always be found, and
under all circumstances, in all kinds of weather--sunshine, rain, or
frost--invariably turns its leaves and flowers to the north. Mr. Baird
pointed it out to me, and told me this about it before we left his
ranch."
"What a wonderful provision of nature!" exclaimed Wallace.
"How kindly God provides for all the needs of His creatures," said Mrs.
Keith.
Silence fell upon them for a moment. It was broken by an exclamation
from Juanita.
"What a happy family, my Rupert! How many brothers and sisters, and all
so kind and loving to each other."
"And these are not all, my Juanita," he said. "Ah, if only Ada and
Cyril were here!" turning to his mother as he spoke.
"Your father has already written for Cyril to come home to see his
long-lost brothers," she said, "but Ada we can hardly hope to see for a
year or two yet."
"Is she happy?" he asked.
"Very happy in her chosen work, as well as in her husband and two sweet
children."
"Dear girl," he murmured, "I trust she will have many stars in her
crown of rejoicing. You too, mother. What a good work you have done in
training her for hers."
"To God be all the glory," she said; "without His blessing all my
teachings would have availed nothing. And greatly as I miss my dear
daughter, I feel that He has highly honored me in making me the mother
of a devoted missionary of the cross.
"Ah, Rupert, you have had an opportunity to do a like work for the
Master while an involuntary dweller among a heathen people."
She looked at him inquiringly as she spoke.
"Yes," he said, "and I made some effort to improve it. I told the old,
old story to all whom I could get to listen, and sometimes I thought
their hearts were touched. I trust the seed sown may some day spring up
and bring forth fruit, though I shall know nothing of it till we meet
before the great white throne.
"There was one--an old man, who was ill a long while, dying of
consumption--of whom I have strong hope.
"I did what I could to relieve his physical suffering, and he was very
grateful. That made him the more willing to listen to my talk of the
evil of sin, the danger of eternal death, and God's appointed way of
salvation.
"At first he heard me with apparently perfect indifference, but after
some time he became deeply convicted of sin, and at length, as I had
reason to believe, sincerely converted.
"'Was it for me? for _me_? Did He die to save _me_?' he asked again
and again, the tears falling fast from his aged eyes. 'And His blood
cleanses from all sin, _all sin_?' he repeated over and over again.
Then holding up his hands, 'These hands are red--red with the blood
of my foes,' he said. 'I have been on the war-path many, many times;
I have taken very many scalps; I have slain men, women, and little
children. Can His blood wash away such stains?'
"'Yes,' I said. 'Let me read you the very words from God's own Book;'
and I did so, for I had my Bible in my hand.
"'The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin. And He
is mighty to save,' I added; then read again from the Book,
"'He is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by
Him, seeing He ever liveth to make intercession for them.'
"Then I read again from the Book, 'It is Christ that died, yea, rather
that is risen again, who is ever at the right hand of God, who also
maketh intercession for us,' and spoke more fully than I had before of
the resurrection, and of Christ as our Advocate with the Father, the
one Mediator between God and man.
"He listened eagerly, hanging upon my words as if he felt that the life
of his soul depended upon his full understanding of them.
"And I think he did fully comprehend at last, for such light and peace
came into his face as almost transfigured it; one could not have
believed it the face of a savage. And the expression never changed
during the few hours that he lived.
"I stayed with him to the end, and it was perfectly calm and peaceful."
Rupert paused, overcome by emotion. Juanita crept closer to him and
put her hand in his, while her eyes sought his face with a look of
sympathy and love.
He pressed the little hand fondly, giving her a reassuring smile. Then
addressing his mother again, "I shall always feel," he said, "that the
salvation of that one soul more than repays all I have suffered in
consequence of my capture by the Indians."
"Yes," she said, "it is worth more than the sufferings we have all
endured in consequence of that, to us, dreadful event. For they were
but temporary, and that soul will live forever."
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Chapter Nineteenth.
"Happy in this, she is not yet so old
But she may learn; happier than this,
She is not bred so dull but she can learn;
Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit
Commits itself to yours to be directed,
As from her lord, her governor, her king."
SHAKESPEARE.
"What do you think of the new member of the family, Cousin Flora?"
asked Dr. Landreth.
It was the afternoon of the day succeeding the arrival of Don, and
Rupert and his wife. Dr. Landreth had a call to the country, and had
invited Flora to drive with him.
They had left the town behind, and were bowling rapidly along a smooth,
level road running through woods gorgeous in their autumn robes of
crimson and gold, russet, green, and brown.
Flora had been among the listeners to Rupert's story of his and
Juanita's captivity and subsequent wanderings, and had, as the doctor
noticed at the time, furtively watched Juanita very closely.
"I admire her, of course," was the reply.
"But why of course?" he asked.
"You all do; no one could help it. She is very dark, but extremely
handsome in spite of that."
Rupert was at that very time asking his mother that same question,
having gone to her room and found her there alone.
"I think her sweet and beautiful in appearance and manners," Mrs. Keith
answered, smiling up at her tall son as he stood at her side, and
making room for him on the couch where she sat. "There has not been
time for me to form any further judgment," she continued as he accepted
her invitation, taking her hand fondly into his, "but I assure you I am
disposed to the very most favorable opinion, both because you love her
and of all she has done for you. Perhaps but for her faithful nursing
of my wounded boy I should never have seen his dear face again."
Her voice trembled with emotion as she spoke the last words.
"Very likely not, dear mother," Rupert said, supporting her with his
arm. "But setting aside the gratitude, which is certainly her due,
from me at least, I am sure you will soon learn to love her for her
many very lovable qualities."
"I do not doubt it, my son. And it rejoices my heart to see how great
is your mutual love. I trust it may but increase with years, as has
your father's and mine."
"I hope so indeed, mother. It has always been very evident to me that
you and my father loved each other dearly. I do not remember ever to
have heard either one address an unkind word to the other."
"No," she said; "your father has been the best of husbands to me
always."
Then after a little pause, "Has your wife any education, Rupert?"
"Not much besides what I have contrived to give her myself in the three
years we have been together," he said. "But I have really succeeded in
giving her a good deal of general information orally, and have taught
her to read English, using my Bible as a text-book, and to write, using
a pointed stick and the sand.
"I had thought of placing her in a boarding-school for a time, but she
was so distressed at the very suggestion--declaring that it would break
her heart to be separated from me--that I have quite given up the idea.
"She is very bright, quick to catch an idea, and more than willing to
study under my tuition, to please me, if for no other reason.
"And she has great musical talent. I must get her to sing for you all
this evening. You will be delighted with her voice and her execution."
"Well, my boy, I am inclined to think she will make you happy, so far
as a wife can. She is very graceful and ladylike, and I think you
will succeed in educating her as far as necessary for her happiness
and yours. I suppose she knows little or nothing of housewifely
accomplishments; but those too she can learn, and you will live with us
for the present at least, I trust, if not permanently, and if she will
let me I shall gladly teach her all I know of such matters."
"Dear mother, thank you," he said, his eyes shining with pleasure; "she
could not have a more competent or kinder instructor, and I know she
will be glad to avail herself of your kind offer, if only for my sake.
"She tried to learn as much as possible from good Mrs. Baird while
we were there, and succeeded well too, I thought, in everything she
attempted."
On leaving his mother Rupert went in search of his wife. He found her
alone in the parlor, hovering over the open piano.
"O Rupert," she cried, looking up almost pleadingly into his face, "do
you think I may try it? would any one be displeased?"
"Certainly you may try it if you wish," he replied, half laughing at
the absurdity of her doubt; "there is no danger of any objection being
raised; but can you play on it?"
She answered only with a sportive, delighted arch smile, seated herself
at the instrument, and dashed off into a brilliant waltz.
Rupert was in raptures.
"Why, Juanita!" he exclaimed, as she struck the last notes, then turned
to look up in his face with dancing eyes, "you never told me you could
play the piano."
"No, señor; you never asked if I could."
The different members of the family had come flocking in, drawn by the
music, and wondering who the player was, for the tune was new to them
and the touch different from that of any of themselves.
"Give us a song, love," requested the delighted young husband.
She complied at once, and the effect upon the small audience was fully
up to Rupert's expectation. She had a magnificent voice, strong, full,
of great compass and flexibility, sweet and clear as the warble of a
bird; a voice that would have made her fortune as a prima donna; nor
was it entirely uncultivated.
How they crowded round her and poured out their thanks and praises,
begging for another and still another till the tea-bell summoned them
away to their evening meal!
Juanita's playing and singing were destined henceforth to form one of
the greatest enjoyments of the entire family.
Cyril came home for a short visit, and for several weeks they all
(except the doctor, whose patients had to be attended to) gave
themselves up, for the most of the time, to the enjoyment of each
other's society. It was so delightful to be together again after the
long separation of Rupert and Don from the others, that they seemed
unable to remain apart for any length of time.
They gathered now at one of the three houses, now at another. One day
the mother was the hostess, then Mildred, then Zillah; but at whichever
dwelling they congregated all were perfectly at home, Juanita very
soon as much so as the rest, for they all gave her a daughter's and
sister's place, calling her by those names, while the little ones were
taught to say, "Aunt Nita."
She was a trifle shy and reserved at first, but her timidity soon
melted away under the sunshine of love that constantly shone upon her.
She grew sweetly confiding and affectionate, not to her husband only,
but to all his relatives.
Influenced by an ardent desire to be and do all he could wish, she
silently took note of all the housewifely ways of his mother and
sisters, determined to copy them as nearly as possible when she also
should become a housekeeper; rather dreading, too, the coming of the
time when she must assume the duties of that position, because she felt
herself hardly equal to their full performance.
It was several weeks after their arrival in Pleasant Plains that one
day, finding himself alone with her, Rupert asked, "Juanita, my love,
which would you prefer, going to housekeeping, or just living on here
as we have been doing so far, with my father and mother?"
"Ah, Rupert, would they like to have us stay?" she asked, with an eager
look up into his face, for he was standing beside the low chair in
which she was seated.
"Yes," he said, smiling down on her; "and I see you would like it too."
"Oh no, not unless you please; I mean I should prefer whatever would be
most for the pleasure and happiness of my dear husband."
"Thank you, love," he said, bending down to caress her hair and cheek;
"then we will stay here at least for the present, for I perceive that
will be agreeable to all parties. But whenever you weary of it, and
think you would be happier in a home of your own, you must tell me so
without reserve. Promise me that you will."
"Yes, señor," she returned, gayly, "I promise; but the time will never
come till I have learned to do all housewifely duties just as your dear
mother does."
Her words gave him great pleasure, and she saw with delight that they
did. She sprang up in a pretty, impulsive way she had, threw her arms
round his neck, and gazing up into his face with eyes beaming with
light and love, "Oh, my dear husband," she cried, "how good, how kind
you are to me always, always!"
"I should be a brute if I were anything else to you, my precious little
darling!" he said, holding her close, with many a fond caress.
Rupert was again devoting himself to business with all the old energy
and faithfulness.
Don, unable to decide what was best suited to his capacity and
inclination, waited for some sort of opening, and in the mean time
resumed some of his former studies, and spent a good deal of his
leisure in the society of his sisters and Dr. Landreth's relative and
guest, Miss Flora Weston.
He was pleased with her, and the liking was mutual. Don was a handsome,
high-spirited fellow, and could be very entertaining in conversation.
And Flora, with improving health and spirits, had become quite an
attractive girl.
The friendship at length ripened into love. She remained in Pleasant
Plains through the winter, and before spring had fairly opened the two
were affianced, with the knowledge and consent of parents and relatives
on both sides. But as both were very young, the marriage would not take
place for a year or more.
In May Mr. Weston came for his daughter.
His home was in New Jersey, where he was largely engaged in
manufactures, and he had not been long in Pleasant Plains before he
proposed that Don should take a position in his business establishment,
with the prospect of becoming a partner at no very distant day.
Don thanked him heartily, took a few days to consider the matter and
consult with parents and friends, then accepted the offer, and again
bade farewell to home and kindred; but this time the parting was by no
means so sorrowful as on a former occasion.
He was not going so far away or into such dangers, difficulties, and
temptations, and might hope to return now and then for a visit to his
childhood's home. It was but such a separation as is common between
parents and their sons grown to man's estate.
Here we will leave our friends for the present, perhaps taking up the
thread of our narrative again at some future day, and telling what
befell them in after years.
THE END.
* * * * *
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
Italic text is denoted by _underscores_
p14 "that God hath aised Him from the dead" replaced with
"that God hath raised Him from the dead"
"Chapter Fifteenth" and "Chapter Sixteenth" have the same quotation
under the chapter heading in the original.
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