"Press me not, I beseech you, so;
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world,
So soon as yours could win me; so it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
'Twere needful I denied it."
Winter's Tale.
Through the damp streets, where shone mistily through the heavy fog the
lamps on the corners, Guly, with anxious heart and hurried step,
wandered alone. He sought every place of which he believed his brother
to have any knowledge, and left no spot unvisited where they had ever
been together. All in vain. None of whom he inquired had seen Arthur,
and of many he could not bring himself to inquire, blushing at the
thought of his brother being known to them. Still, as he turned to
retrace his steps, he found himself involuntarily looking into the
richly furnished saloons, where the show of luxury, and display of
wealth, lead so many, through their very love of gorgeousness, to drink,
to distress, to death! Each time, as his eyes turned thitherward, a sigh
of relief rose from his heart to find that Arthur was not an inmate
there. Thus seeking, thus hoping, he found himself again before the
door of No. --, Chartres-street. Having no pass-key, he rapped for
admittance, for the store was closed, and all around it dark. Wilkins'
voice bade him enter. Trying the door, he found it unlocked, and going
in, saw Wilkins sitting by the coal fire--which the chill air of
November now rendered necessary--alone, and apparently in deep thought.
With as cheerful an air as he could assume, he approached him, and
laying a hand upon each shoulder, as he stood behind his chair, bent
forward, and looked up in the thoughtful eyes gazing on the fire.
"What can be the subject of your meditations, Mr. Wilkins? your face
looks sad enough to be the index of a sorrowful heart?"
Mr. Wilkins made no reply, but lifting his arm, drew the golden head
upon his bosom, and held it there, stroking back with listless fingers
the soft bright curls.
"Has anything unpleasant happened since I went out, Wilkins?"
"No, Guly; nothing has happened. I was alone here--the fire was bright,
the arm-chair empty, so I sat down, and fell to thinking, that's all.
Have you been to see Blanche?"
"Blanche! I don't suppose I could have found her, had I thought of
trying."
"True enough. We are going there together. What of your brother, Guly?"
Guly told him of his ineffectual search; the fact of his not having seen
him in any of the saloons, and the hope he entertained of seeing him
walk in, by and by, feeling happier for his walk, and seating himself
there by the fire.
Wilkins shook his head, doubtingly.
"Your brother's spirit is one which needs to be peculiarly dealt with,
until he grows a little older, and less impetuous. I'm sorry to say it,
but he has more pride than principle just at this age; and he ought to
have the blessing of a home and a mother's love, till the principle
could be made to predominate. Get a chair, Guly, and sit close by me,
here."
Guly brought the chair, and placed it close to his companion, and seated
himself. Wilkins drew his head again upon his bosom.
"It is about _him_," continued Wilkins, "that I have been thinking this
evening. I really take a deep interest in his welfare, and wish I knew
how to guide him. For his sake I wish my own heart was more disciplined,
that I was not so utterly incapable."
"Don't let such thoughts as these prevent you from using your influence
with my poor brother, Wilkins. I am too young, too weak, too
inexperienced, to control him. He would naturally scorn the advice of
one so much younger; but _you_, oh! don't let too lowly an opinion of
yourself deprive Arthur of the counsel and guidance he so much needs."
"Ah! Guly, you don't know me. I might tell him how he should do; but my
example, if he should ever chance to see it, would disgust him with my
advice. Had it been different when I first came here, I might now be a
better man. I was an orphan, came here from the North, had no soul in
this vast city to love or care for me, and for five years I have lived
here loveless and lonely, save when with those companions which a
friendless being is almost sure to fall in with here; and I can turn to
no one, feeling that they care for me."
"Wilkins, I love you; indeed, I love you as a brother."
"I believe you, Guly; though we are so different; though my cherishing
you is like the lion mating with the lamb, still I believe in my heart
the honest love I feel for you, God has blest me by causing you to
reciprocate. I have been a better man since I first held you here on my
heart. A better man, Heaven knows!"
"Wilkins, in all the five years you have been here, do you mean to say
Mr. Delancey has never asked you to his house, or noticed you any more
than he does now?"
"I have never been asked to enter his door, Guly, any more than you
have. He would as soon, I suppose, turn a herd of swine into his
drawing-room, as to ask his clerks there. He is very proud."
"That isn't pride, Wilkins; it is meanness. A truly proud man would
adopt the contrary course, I am sure; and so attach all his employees
to himself, and to his interests."
"Ah! he never thinks of that. His negroes get better treatment than his
clerks, by far; and there isn't a soul among them but what loves him
dearly, and would die for him, I don't doubt, at any moment. So you see
he can be kind, strange as it may seem."
"It is strange, Wilkins. Mr. Delancey is a man I cannot understand or
appreciate. I don't think I like him at all."
"He certainly has done nothing to make you, my poor boy. His pride, for
it is pride, renders him very disagreeable. If all the sin, which his
harshness and indifference has caused in others, were laid up against
him, 'twould make a mighty pile. There's a day of retribution coming for
him, though."
As Wilkins spoke he bent forward, and rested his head on his hand, with
a peculiar smile upon his lips.
"A day of retribution! What do you mean, Wilkins? Is there any trouble
brooding for him?"
"All pride must have a fall," muttered Wilkins, as if to himself, while
he gave the coals a vehement thrust. "Don't ask me anything more about
it, Guly."
"But you have roused my curiosity," said Guly, looking up in surprise.
"If it isn't a secret, I would like to know more of what you mean."
"I mean a great deal, and would tell you sooner than any one else; but
it would do you no good if I would tell you, which I can't, and so we'll
say no more about it."
"Has Mr. Delancey any children?"
"Two--a son and a daughter; at least he _had_ a son."
"And did he die?"
"Oh, no; he fell in love with a poor but worthy girl, who has no doubt
made him an excellent wife, or at least would have done so had it been
in her power. Instead of taking his daughter-in-law to his heart and
home, and making her what his wealth could have made her, with her worth
and beauty, he met the whole affair with stern opposition, and after his
son's marriage turned him from him with a curse, and disinherited him.
How the poor fellow has managed to live since, I can't imagine; for he
had no profession, nor anything to live by but his wits. I heard once he
had become reckless and dissipated, and had sworn vengeance on his
unnatural father, but I've heard very little of him of late."
"This is shocking. A clerk can expect but little from such a father. Oh,
horrible!"
"He is a man you will probably never know, however long you may live
with him. Had it not been for the necessary contact my position in his
employ brought us into, I should never have known him at all."
"And you believe he really deemed Arthur guilty to-day?"
"That is more than I can answer. Mr. Delancey is close with regard to
money matters."
"My poor brother! Wilkins, promise me to do all you can for him. Oh! I
know how much danger surrounds him. What can I, so young and feeble, do?
We two are all that is left our mother. Help me--I'm sure you will--to
save him."
"I will, Guly--by my sworn love to you, I will. Sometime, my boy, when I
may greatly need a friend to help me through a trouble or sorrow that is
coming upon me--when those that know me may shun me--you, who love me,
will be that friend. May I rely upon you?"
"Depend upon me?--yes, truly, Wilkins--in anything that's right."
Guly's heart was racked with more sorrowful anxiety for his brother than
he could, or cared to, express; but in spite of his efforts to restrain
them, the bright tears fell down his cheeks at Wilkins' kind words, and
dropped upon the broad breast which supported him. Wilkins raised his
hand, and wiped them away.
"Don't cry, Guly; your grief unmans me."
"Oh, Wilkins, how can I help it?"
Wilkins answered nothing, but drew the slight form closer in silent
sympathy. The hours went on, and midnight still saw them sitting there
together--the golden head upon the broad, kind breast, and the eyes of
both looking thoughtfully into the coals.