LOVE AND GENIUS.
Her face was shining on him; he had looked
Upon it till it could not pass away;
He had no breath, no being but in hers;
She was his voice: he did not speak to her,
But trembled on her words: she was his sight;
For his eye followed hers and saw with hers,
Which colored all his objects.
--_Byron_.
Early the next morning Ishmael walked over to Brudenell Hall with the
threefold purpose of making an apology for his sudden departure from the
ball; taking leave of the family for the holidays; and bringing home the
books he had won as prizes.
As he approached the house he saw Mr. Middleton walking on the lawn.
That gentleman immediately advanced to meet Ishmael, holding out his
hand, and saying, with even more than his usual kindness of manner:
"Good-morning, my dear boy; you quite distinguished yourself yesterday;
I congratulate you."
"I thank you, sir; I thank you very much; but I fear that I was guilty
of great rudeness in leaving the party so abruptly last night; but I
hope, when you hear my explanation, you will excuse me, sir," said
Ishmael, deeply flushing.
Mr. Middleton kindly drew the boy's arm within his own, and walked him
away from the house down a shady avenue of elms, and when they had got
quite out of hearing of any chance listener, he said gravely:
"My boy, I have heard the facts from Walter, and I do not require any
explanation from you. I hold you entirely blameless in the affair,
Ishmael, and I can only express my deep regret that you should have
received an insult while under my roof. I trust, Ishmael, that time and
reflection will convince young Burghe of his great error, and that the
day may come when he himself will seek you to make a voluntary apology
for his exceeding rudeness."
Ishmael did not reply; his eyes were fixed upon the ground, and his very
forehead was crimson. Mr. Middleton saw all this, divined his thoughts,
and so gently continued:
"You will be troubled no more with Alfred Burghe or his weak brother;
both boys left this morning; Alfred goes to the Military Academy at West
Point; Ben to the Naval School at Annapolis; so you will be quite free
from annoyance by them."
Still Ishmael hung his head, and Mr. Middleton added:
"And now, my young friend, do not let the recollection of that
scapegrace's words trouble you in the slightest degree. Let me assure
you, that no one who knows you, and whose good opinion is worth having,
will ever esteem your personal merits less, upon account of--" Mr.
Middleton hesitated for a moment, and then said, very softly--"your
poor, unhappy mother."
Ishmael sprang aside, and groaned as if he had received a stab; and then
with a rush of emotion, and in an impassioned manner, he exclaimed:
"My poor, unhappy mother! Oh, sir, you have used the right words! She
was very poor and very unhappy! most unhappy; but not weak! not foolish!
not guilty! Oh, believe it, sir! believe it, Mr. Middleton! For if you
were to doubt it, I think my spirit would indeed be broken! My poor,
young mother, who went down to the grave when she was but little older
than her son is now, was a pure, good, honorable woman. She was, sir!
she was! and I will prove it to the world some day, if Heaven only lets
me live to do it! Say you believe it, Mr. Middleton! Oh, say you believe
it!"
"I do believe it, my boy," replied Mr. Middleton, entirely carried away
by the powerful magnetism of Ishmael's eager, earnest, impassioned
manner.
"Heaven reward you, sir," sighed the youth, subsiding into the modest
calmness of his usual deportment.
"How do you intend to employ your holidays, Ishmael?" inquired his
friend.
"By continuing my studies at home, sir," replied the youth.
"I thought so! Well, so that you do not overwork yourself, you are right
to keep them up. These very long vacations are made for the benefit of
the careless and idle, and not for the earnest and industrious. But,
Ishmael, that little cot of yours is not the best place for your
purpose; studies can scarcely be pursued favorably where household work
is going on constantly; so I think you had better come here every day as
usual, and read in the schoolroom. Mr. Brown will be gone certainly; but
I shall be at home, and ready to render you any assistance."
"Oh, sir, how shall I thank you?" joyfully began Ishmael.
"By just making the best use of your opportunities to improve yourself,
my lad," smiled his friend, patting him on the shoulder.
"But, sir--in the vacation--it will give you trouble--"
"It will afford me pleasure, Ishmael! I hope you can take my word for
that?"
"Oh, Mr. Middleton! Indeed you--how can I ever prove myself grateful
enough?"
"By simply getting on as fast as you can, boy! as I told you before. And
let me tell you now, that there is good reason why you should now make
the best possible use of your time; it may be short."
"Sir?" questioned Ishmael in perplexity and vague alarm.
"I should rather have said it must be short! I will explain. You know
Mr. Herman Brudenell?"
"Mr--Herman--Brudenell," repeated the unconscious son, slowly and
thoughtfully; then, as a flash of intelligence lighted up his face, he
exclaimed: "Oh, yes, sir, I know who you mean; the young gentleman who
owns Brudenell Hall, and who is now traveling in Europe."
"Yes! but he is not such a very young gentleman now; he must be between
thirty-five and forty years of age. Well, my boy, you know, of course,
that he is my landlord. When I rented this place, I took it by the year,
and at a very low price, as the especial condition that I should leave
it at six months' warning. Ishmael, I have received that warning this
morning. I must vacate the premises on the first of next February."
Ishmael looked confounded. "Must vacate these premises the first of next
February," he echoed, in a very dreary voice.
"Yes, my lad; but don't look so utterly sorrowful; we shall not go out
of the world, or even out of the State; perhaps not out of the county,
Ishmael; and our next residence will be a permanent one; I shall
purchase, and not rent, next time; and I shall not lose sight of your
interests; besides the parting is six months off yet; so look up, my
boy. Bless me, if I had known it was going to depress you in this way, I
should have delayed the communication as long as possible; in fact, my
only motive for making it now, is to give a good reason why you should
make the most of your time while we remain here."
"Oh, sir, I will; believe me, I will; but I am so sorry you are ever
going to leave us," said the boy, with emotion.
"Thank you, Ishmael; I shall not forget you; and in the meantime, Mr.
Brudenell, who is coming back to the Hall, and is a gentleman of great
means and beneficence, cannot fail to be interested in you; indeed, I
myself will mention you to him. And now come in, my boy, and take
luncheon with us. We breakfasted very early this morning in order to get
the teachers off in time for the Baltimore boat; and so we require an
early luncheon," said Mr. Middleton, as he walked his young friend off
to the house.
Mrs. Middleton and all her children and Claudia were already seated
around the table in the pleasant morning room, where all the windows
were open, admitting the free summer breezes, the perfume of flowers,
and the songs of birds.
The young people started up and rushed towards Ishmael; for their
sympathies were with him; and all began speaking at once.
"Oh, Ishmael! why did you disappoint me of dancing with the best scholar
in the school?" asked Claudia.
"What did you run away for?" demanded James.
"I wouldn't have gone for him," said John.
"Oh, Ishmael, it was such a pleasant party," said little Fanny.
"Alf was a bad boy," said Baby Sue.
"It was very impolite in you to run away and leave me when I was your
partner in the first quadrille! I do not see why you should have
disappointed me for anything that fellow could have said or done!"
exclaimed Claudia.
As all were speaking at once it was quite impossible to answer either,
so Ishmael looked in embarrassment from one to the other.
Bee had not spoken; she was spreading butter on thin slices of bread for
her baby sisters; but now, seeing Ishmael's perplexity, she whispered to
her mother:
"Call them off, mamma dear; they mean well; but it must hurt his
feelings to be reminded of last night."
Mrs. Middleton thought so too; so she arose and went forward and offered
Ishmael her hand, saying:
"Good-morning, my boy; I am glad to see you; draw up your chair to the
table. Children, take your places. Mr. Middleton, we have been waiting
for you."
"I know you have, my dear, but cold lunch don't grow colder by standing;
if it does, so much the better this warm weather."
"I have been taking a walk with my young friend here," said the
gentleman, as he took his seat.
Ishmael followed his example, but not before he had quietly shaken hands
with Beatrice.
At luncheon Mr. Middleton spoke of his plan, that Ishmael should come
every day during the holidays to pursue his studies as usual in the
schoolroom.
"You know he cannot read to any advantage in the little room where
Hannah is always at work," explained Mr. Middleton.
"Oh, no! certainly not," agreed his wife.
The family were all pleased that Ishmael was still to come.
"But, my boy, I think you had better not set in again until Monday. A
few days of mental rest is absolutely necessary after the hard reading
of the last few months. So I enjoin you not to open a classbook before
next Monday."
As Mrs. Middleton emphatically seconded this move, our boy gave his
promise to refrain, and after luncheon was over he went and got his
books, took a respectful leave of his friends and returned home.
"Aunty," he said, as he entered the hut, where he found Hannah down on
her knees scrubbing the floor, "what do you think? Mr. Middleton and his
family are going away from the Hall. They have had warning to quit at
the end of six months."
"Ah," said Hannah indifferently, going on with her work.
"Yes; they leave on the first of February, and the owner of the place,
young Mr. Herman Brudenell, you know, is coming on to live there for
good!"
"Ah!" cried Hannah, no longer indifferently, but excitedly, as she left
off scrubbing, and fixed her keen black eyes upon the boy.
"Yes, indeed! and Mr. Middleton--oh, he is so kind--says he will mention
me to Mr Herman Brudenell."
"Oh! will he?" exclaimed Hannah, between her teeth.
"Yes; and--Mr. Herman Brudenell is a very kind gentleman, is he not?"
"Very," muttered Hannah.
"You were very well acquainted with him, were you not?"
"Yes."
"You answer so shortly, Aunt Hannah. Didn't you like young Mr. Herman
Brudenell?"
"I--don't know whether I did or not; but, Ishmael, I can't scrub and
talk at the same time. Go out and chop me some wood; and then go and dig
some potatoes, and beets, and cut a cabbage--a white-head mind! and then
go to the spring and bring a bucket of water; and make haste; but don't
talk to me any more, if you can help it."
Ishmael went out immediately to obey, and as the sound of his ax was
heard Hannah muttered to herself:
"Herman Brudenell coming back to the Hall to live!" And she fell into
deep thought.
Ishmael was intelligent enough to divine that his Aunt Hannah did not
wish to talk of Mr. Herman Brudenell.
"Some old grudge, connected with their relations as landlord and tenant,
I suppose," said Ishmael to himself. And as he chopped away at the wood
he resolved to avoid in her presence the objectionable name.
The subject was not mentioned between the aunt and nephew again. Ishmael
assisted her in preparing their late afternoon meal of dinner and supper
together, and then, when the room was made tidy and Hannah was seated at
her evening sewing, Ishmael, for a treat, showed her his prize books; at
which Hannah was so pleased, that she went to bed and dreamed that night
that Ishmael had risen to the distinction of being a country
schoolmaster.
The few days of mental rest that Mr. Middleton had enjoined upon the
young student were passed by Ishmael in hard manual labor that did him
good. Among his labors, as he had now several valuable books, he fitted
up some book shelves over the little low window of his loft, and under
the window he fixed a sloping board, that would serve him for a
writing-desk.