A CALL ON DR. ELIZABETH
Dr. ELIZABETH RIDGEWAY'S home was in the old part of Barford, a house
in a street which was an important thoroughfare and where a great deal
of business was done, for it was situated in the very heart of the
town. She had occupied the same abode for more than thirty years, and
she was attached to it. She loved the various sounds, to which many
would have objected, caused by the constant traffic and the noise from
the factories which were like so many human hives, the doors of which
opened at certain hours to pour forth their hundreds of working bees.
She lived a simple, hard-working life herself; and, when, one evening
about six o'clock, she was informed that Mrs. Reed and two young
ladies wished to see her, she had just finished her tea, after a busy
day, and was hoping to have an hour's rest before going out again
to visit a patient who was in a critical condition.
"Show them in here," she said; and a minute later she was shaking
hands with her visitors. Then she ascertained they had had tea, and,
when they were seated, she told them that she was very glad to see
them, adding that she was a little tired, and nothing did her so much
good as a chat with friends.
"Violet and Ann are very desirous to solicit your help for someone
in whom they are greatly interested," Mrs. Reed explained almost
immediately, "and as, of course, I do not care for them to be out
alone after dark, I came with them. We thought we should be more
likely to find you at leisure at this hour than earlier in the day."
"Quite right. I have had a very full day, for, as you are doubtless
aware, there is much sickness about; but I have an hour to spare now,
and I am at your service. If I can do anything for anyone in want
of my assistance I will most gladly. How well my little
travelling-companion looks!" Dr. Elizabeth concluded her sentence
with a smiling glance at Violet, who, with her usual quick
observation, had already made mental notes of everything in the simply
furnished room.
"I think she does," agreed Mrs. Reed; "my husband was saying only
yesterday that Yorkshire air evidently suits her."
"The change is doing her good;" said Dr. Elizabeth, decidedly. "Ann is
looking well, too. I do not think they overwork you at Helmsford
College," she remarked, looking from one to the other of the girls.
"We are not worked too hard, but quite hard enough," Ann replied;
at which the others laughed. "That is what I think," she proceeded,
"but then I'm not a book-worm and not so fond of learning as
Violet—she loves books, and she remembers everything she reads,
and everything she is told, too."
"Ah, a certain little bird informed me that Violet bids fair to be
a clever woman some day, and that she is considered a most promising
pupil at school," observed Dr. Elizabeth.
"I cannot guess who told you that," Violet said, her pretty face
colouring, her eyes sparkling with pleasure, "but I am trying to get
on. I should so much like to be a clever woman," she admitted.
"Should you? Why?" asked Dr. Elizabeth.
"Why?" repeated Violet, somewhat astonished at the question. "Oh
because I want to get on in the world," she answered; "I am going
in for all sorts of examinations later on, and I mean to work hard and
pass them and become a highly educated woman like Miss Orchardson."
Dr. Elizabeth exchanged a quick glance with Mrs. Reed, then she looked
earnestly at the eager countenance of the sanguine speaker, and said:—
"Well, perhaps if you work hard you will one day gain your ambition—
perhaps, for it will be as God wills, and often He withholds from us
what we most desire."
"Yes," agreed Violet, thinking of the many years during which her
father had laboured—in vain, it seemed to her—in the hope of bettering
his position, whilst men less gifted had passed him by in the race
for success, "I have often wondered at that! But I shall try my
hardest to get on."
"Quite right," nodded Dr. Elizabeth, "do your best and leave the
result to God. I wonder if you know this verse:—"
"'Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever,
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long;
And so make Life, Death, and that vast "For-ever"
One grand, sweet song.'"
"But it's possible to be good and clever as well, Dr. Elizabeth,"
said Ann. "It seems to me I know many clever people who are good,
don't you, mother?"
"Certainly, I do," Mrs. Reed answered, "but everyone cannot be clever,
and everyone, who wills, may be good."
"That's what I mean," said Dr. Elizabeth, her eyes still on Violet
who was looking thoughtful. "And now tell me whom do you want me
to help and what can I do?" she proceeded to inquire, turning her
attention to Ann.
"We want you to help Lottie Medland by speaking to her about the way
she is going on," commenced Ann eagerly; "you know Lottie, the sister
of poor Malvina Medland?" As Dr. Elizabeth assented, she continued,
speaking fast— "Lottie has taken to betting—oh, isn't it dreadful?
It is so sad for Malvina and her mother, for you know they are really
most respectable people. Malvina came to our house on Saturday with
some work she had done for mother, and she seemed unhappy—as a rule
she is cheerful and bright—and by-and-by she told Violet and me what
was troubling her. Lottie spends nearly all her money in betting now.
Of course poor Mrs. Medland and Malvina are terribly worried, for it
makes things very short at home, and, apart from that, they are
frightened to think what will become of Lottie. Oh, Dr. Elizabeth,
don't you think you might speak to her and point out to her how wrong
it is to bet? Father thought you might be able to find an opportunity
to do so."
Dr. Elizabeth's face had been very grave as she had listened, and,
for a few minutes after Ann had ceased speaking, she sat in silence,
her brows puckered in a frown.
"I will certainly make an opportunity of speaking to Lottie," she
said, at length, "but whether I shall be able to do any good or not
remains to be seen. Poor, misguided girl! I am deeply grieved to hear
this of her. Every day of my life I am brought in contact with untold
misery caused by betting and gambling."
"My husband's experience is the same," said Mrs. Reed sadly, "it is
very dreadful, and one can do so little to fight against the evil—"
"Except speak a fearless word against it on every possible occasion,"
interposed Dr. Elizabeth; "I never scruple to do that, and very sour
looks I get turned upon me sometimes, I do assure you. But I have
never held my tongue yet when I have considered it my duty to speak
out, though I believe I'm often dubbed a busy-body for my pains."
"It's a good thing for the world in general that there are some
busy-bodies in it," remarked Mrs. Reed. "But, to return to Lottie
Medland. I am sure she will be more likely to listen to you than to
anyone else; you are such a friend to the factory women and girls."
"I try to be," Dr. Elizabeth rejoined, simply; "but there's little
enough I can do for them, poor things. Yes, I'll certainly speak
to Lottie."
"Thank you," said Ann, "I felt sure you would; and, oh, I do hope she
will give up betting for her mother's sake and Malvina's, if not for
her own!"
"Dr. Elizabeth," said Violet, a recollection suddenly crossing her
mind, "how is the mother of that little girl who goes out charing?"
"She is quite convalescent now, and the brave little charwoman
is consequently in high spirits and feels, I verily believe, that she
has not a trouble in the world; I came across her a few mornings ago
whitening the doorstep of a house where she is often employed, and she
was singing light-heartedly."
"What sort of people employ such a child?" asked Mrs. Reed.
"Oh, all sorts of people. She has one engagement to scrub out a
greengrocer's shop daily before breakfast, but that is her only
standing engagement, I believe."
At that moment the conversation was interrupted by a servant,
who brought the information that there had been an accident in the
next street and medical assistance was required, therefore a messenger
had been sent to summon Dr. Elizabeth. On hearing this the visitors
immediately took their departure.
A few weeks later Malvina again visited Laureston Square. Mrs. Reed
was not at home, and the two girls were at school; so she left her
work, and the next day, after school, Ann, accompanied by Violet, took
the money she had earned to her.
Malvina was alone when her visitors arrived, for her mother had gone
to do her weekly marketing, and Lottie was out with a friend. This
Malvina explained; then, when she had received her money and been
assured, in answer to her anxious inquiry, that Mrs. Reed was pleased
with her work, she said confidentially, the sensitive colour spreading
over her face:—
"I feel I must tell you about Lottie, for I spoke to you, the other
day, of the way she'd been going on. I know you'll be glad to hear
that she's handed over every penny she's earned this last fortnight
to mother. I do believe she's turned over a new leaf and given up
betting."
"Oh, this is good news!" cried Ann, delightedly, exchanging a meaning
glance with Violet. "What has made her give it up, do you imagine?"
she inquired.
"I can't tell miss; I only know that God has heard our prayers
for her—mother's and mine—and answered them. I hope she won't give way
to temptation again."
"Oh, I trust she will not," said Ann earnestly; and after that the
subject dropped.
But, on the way home, Violet, who had been unusually silent and
thoughtful, reverted to it by remarking abruptly:—
"I cannot see that Malvina's prayers can have had anything to do with
Lottie's giving up betting. It seemed so odd to hear Malvina say what
she did and to know that it was really Dr. Elizabeth's doing. There's
no doubt in my mind that Dr. Elizabeth has seen Lottie, and given her
a good talking to. Don't you think so, Ann?"
"Oh, yes! But Malvina was right in what she said."
"I can't see how you make out that. We asked Dr. Elizabeth to
interfere—or rather, you did, Ann. God had nothing to do with it."
"Oh, Violet, don't you think He may have used us to do His work?
I like to think He did, that—in a little way—we were able to serve
Him."
"What a funny girl you are, Ann!" exclaimed Violet.
"Why?" Ann asked, in astonishment.
"You are always seeing God's hand in everything."
"I try to; one is so much happier if one does. It's such a comfort
to know there's Someone who manages things right if you trust Him.
Father says that was the most valuable lesson Granny taught him when
he was a little boy, to do his best and leave the result to God—
by the way, Dr. Elizabeth gave us that advice the other day. I wish
you knew my grandmother, Violet."
"Does she never come to stay with you?" questioned Violet, who had
often wondered if she did, but had never liked to inquire.
"She has not visited us for a long while now; you know she is an old
woman, and the journey has become too much for her to undertake.
We shall go to see her in the summer holidays, in August, if all's
well. I wish you could be there too, Violet; but, of course, you would
rather be with your people at home. Oh, look! There's Lottie Medland!
She is the middle one of those three girls opposite."
Violet glanced across the street, and perceived three girls strolling
along arm in arm, talking and laughing loudly. They were all showily
dressed, she noticed, in tawdry finery; but the one in the centre,
who looked only a little older than herself, had a more refined
countenance than the others. Though not the possessor of a beautiful
face like her sister, Lottie Medland was a decidedly nice-looking
girl, and, at the present moment, she appeared full of animation.
Suddenly she caught sight of Ann and Violet, and, evidently
recognising the former, she drew back from her companions on the
pretence of being attracted by something in a shop window.
"I wonder why she did that," said Ann, as she and Violet passed on;
"I nodded to her, but perhaps she did not see me." She spoke half
inquiringly.
"Oh, yes, I am sure she did," Violet returned decidedly, "but she did
not want you to notice her. I believe she was ashamed for some reason
or other."
"Do you think Malvina can have told her that she spoke to us about her
betting?" suggested Ann, dubiously.
"Oh, no! I expect she was ashamed to be seen in company with those
two fast-looking girls."
"Perhaps that was it."
"Most likely, I think. At any rate, I would not distress myself
about it," Violet advised, smiling, for she was more than a little
amused because the other took the matter so seriously and appeared so
concerned; "one would really think, Ann, judging from the expression
of your face, that you had been 'cut' by a friend."