ONWARD.
The boldness and the quiet,
That calmly go ahead,
In spite of wrath and riot,
In spite of quick and dead--
Warm energy to spur him,
Keen enterprise to guide.
And conscience to upstir him,
And duty by his side,
And hope forever singing
Assurance of success,
And rapid action springing
At once to nothing less!
--_M.F. Tupper_.
In this persevering labor Ishmael cheerfully passed the winter months.
He had not heard one word of Claudia, or of her father, except such
scant news as reached him through the judge's occasional letters to the
overseer.
He had received an encouraging note from Mr. Middleton in answer to the
letter he had written to that gentleman. About the first of April
Ishmael's first quarterly school bills began to be due.
Tuition fees were not high in that poor neighborhood, and his pay for
each pupil averaged about two dollars a quarter. His school numbered
thirty pupils, about one-third of whom never paid, consequently at the
end of the first three months his net receipts were just forty-two
dollars. Not very encouraging this, yet Ishmael was pleased and happy,
especially as he felt that he was really doing the little savages
intrusted to his care a great deal of good.
Half of this money Ishmael would have forced upon Hannah and Reuben; but
Hannah flew into a passion and demanded if her nephew took her for a
money-grub; and Reuben quietly assured the young man that his services
overpaid his board, which was quite true.
One evening about the middle of April Ishmael sat at his school desk
mending pens, setting copies, and keeping an eye on a refractory boy who
had been detained after school hours to learn a lesson he had failed to
know in his class.
Ishmael had just finished setting his last copy and was engaged in
piling the copy-books neatly, one on top of another, when there came a
soft tap at the door.
"Come in," said Ishmael, fully expecting to see some of the refractory
boy's friends come to inquire after him.
The door opened and a very young lady, in a gray silk dress, straw hat,
and blue ribbons entered the schoolroom.
Ishmael looked up, gave one glance at the fair, sweet face, serious blue
eyes, and soft light ringlets, and dropped his copy-books, came down from
his seat and hurried to meet the visitor, exclaiming:
"Bee! Oh, dear, dear Bee, I am so glad to see you!"
"So am I you, Ishmael," said Beatrice Middleton, frankly giving her hand
to be shaken.
"Bee! oh, I beg pardon! Miss Middleton I mean! it is such a happiness to
me to see you again!"
"So it is to me to see you, Ishmael," frankly answered Beatrice.
"You will sit down and rest, Bee?--Miss Middleton!" exclaimed Ishmael,
running to bring his own school chair for her accommodation.
"I will sit down, Bee. None of my old schoolmates call me anything else,
Ishmael, and I should hardly know my little self by any other name,"
said Bee, taking the offered seat.
"I thank you very much for letting me call you so! It really went
against all old feelings of friendship to call you otherwise."
"Why certainly it did."
"I hope your father and all the family are well?"
"All except mamma, who, you know, is very delicate."
"Yes, I know. They are all down here, of course?"
"No; no one but myself and one man- and maid-servant."
"Indeed!"
"Yes; I came down to see to the last preparations, so as to have
everything in order and comfortable for mamma when she comes."
"Still 'mamma's right-hand woman,' Bee!"
"Well, yes; I must be so. You know her health is very uncertain, and
there are so many children--two more since you left us, Ishmael! And
they are all such a responsibility! And as mamma is so delicate and I am
the eldest daughter, I must take much of the care of them all upon
myself," replied the girl-woman very gravely.
"Yes, I suppose so; and yet--" Ishmael hesitated and Bee took up the
discourse:
--"I know what you are thinking of, Ishmael! That some other than myself
ought to have been found to come down to this uninhabited house to make
the final preparations for the reception of the family; but really now,
Ishmael, when you come to think of it, who could have been found so
competent as myself for this duty? To be sure, you know, we sent an
upholsterer down with the new furniture, and with particular
instructions as to its arrangement: every carpet, set of curtains, and
suit of furniture marked with the name of the room for which it was
destined. But then, you know, there are a hundred other things to be
done, after the upholsterer has quitted the house, that none but a woman
and a member of the family would know how to do--cut glass and china and
cutlery to be taken out of their cases and arranged in sideboards and
cupboards; and bed and table linen to be unpacked and put into drawers
and closets; and the children's beds to be aired and made up; and
mamma's own chamber and nursery made ready for her; and, last of all,
for the evening that they are expected to arrive, a nice delicate supper
got. Now, who was there to attend to all this but me?" questioned
Beatrice, looking gravely into Ishmael's face. And as she waited for an
answer, Ishmael replied:
"Why--failing your mamma, your papa might have done it, without any
derogation from his manly dignity. When General Washington was in
Philadelphia, during his first Presidential term, with all the cares of
the young nation upon his shoulders, he superintended the fitting up of
his town house for the reception of Mrs. Washington; descending even to
the details of hanging curtains and setting up mangles!"
Beatrice laughed, as she said:
"Law, Ishmael! haven't you got over your habit of quoting your heroes
yet? And have you really faith enough to hope that modern men will come
up to their standard? Of course, George Washington was equal to every
human duty from the conquering of Cornwallis to--the crimping of a
cap-border, if necessary! for he was a miracle! But my papa, God bless
him, though wise and good, is but a man, and would no more know how to
perform a woman's duties than I should how to do a man's! What should he
know of china-closets and linen chests? Why, Ishmael, he doesn't know
fi'penny bit cotton from five shilling linen, and would have been as
apt as not to have ordered the servants' sheets on the children's beds
and vice versa; and for mamma's supper he would have been as likely to
have fried pork as the broiled spring chickens that I shall provide! No,
Ishmael; gentlemen may be great masters in Latin and Greek; but they are
dunces in housekeeping matters."
"As far as your experience goes, Bee."
"Of course, as far as my experience goes."
"When did you reach Rushy Shore, Bee?"
"Last night about seven o'clock. Matty came with me in the carriage, and
Jason drove us. We spent all day in unpacking and arranging the things
that had been sent down on the 'Canvas Back' a week or two ago. And this
afternoon I thought I would walk over here and see what sort of a school
you had. Papa read your letter to us, and we were all interested in your
success here."
"Thank you, dear Bee; I know that you are all among my very best
friends; and some of these days, Bee, I hope, I trust, to do credit to
your friendship."
"That you will, Ishmael! What do you think my papa told my uncle
Merlin?--that 'that young man (meaning you) was destined to make his
mark on this century.'"
A deep blush of mingled pleasure, bashfulness, and aspiration mantled
Ishmael's delicate face. He bowed with sweet, grave courtesy, and
changed the subject of conversation by saying:
"I hope Judge Merlin and his daughter are quite well?"
"Quite. They are still at Annapolis. Papa visited them there for a few
days last week. The judge is stopping at the Stars and Stripes hotel,
and Claudia is a parlor boarder at a celebrated French school in the
vicinity. Claudia will not 'come out' until next winter, when her father
goes to Washington. For next December Claudia will be eighteen years of
age, and will enter upon her mother's large property, according to the
terms of the marriage settlement and the mother's will. I suppose she
will be the richest heiress in America, for the property is estimated at
more than a million! Ah! it is fine to be Claudia Merlin--is it not,
Ishmael?"
"Very," answered the young man, scarcely conscious amid the whirl of his
emotions what he was saying.
"And what a sensation her entrée into society will make! I should like
to be in Washington next winter when she comes out. Ah, but after
all--what a target for fortune-hunters she will be, to be sure!" sighed
Bee.
"She is beautiful and accomplished, and altogether lovely enough to be
sought for herself alone!" exclaimed Ishmael, in the low and faltering
tones of deep feeling.
"Ah, yes, if she were poor; but who on earth could see whether the
heiress of a million were pretty or plain, good or bad, witty or
stupid?"
"So young and so cynical!" said Ishmael sadly.
"Ah, Ishmael, whoever reads and observes must feel and reflect; and
whoever feels and reflects must soon lose the simple faith of childhood.
We shall see!" said Bee, rising and drawing her gray silk scarf around
her shoulders.
"You are not going?"
"Yes; I have much yet to do."
"Can I not help you?"
"Oh, no; there is nothing that I have to do that a classical and
mathematical scholar and nursling lawyer could understand."
"Then, at least, allow me to see you safely home. The nursling-lawyer
can do that, I suppose? If you will be pleased to sit down until I hear
this young hopeful say his lesson, I will close up the schoolroom and be
at your service."
"Thank you very much; but I have to call at Brown's, the overseer's, and
I would much rather you would not trouble yourself, Ishmael. Good-by.
When we all get settled up at the house, which must be by next Saturday
night, at farthest, you must come often to see us. It was to say this
that I came here."
"Thank you, dearest Bee! I shall esteem it a great privilege to come."
"Prove it," laughed Bee, as she waved adieu, and tripped out of the
schoolroom.
Ishmael called up his pupil for recitation.
The little savage could not say his lesson, and began to weep and rub
his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket.
"You mought let me off this once, anyways," he sobbed.
"But why should I?" inquired Ishmael.
"A-cause of the pretty lady a-coming."
Ishmael laughed, and for a moment entertained the thought of admitting
this plea and letting the pleader go. But Ishmael was really too
conscientious to suffer himself to be lured aside from the strict line
of duty by any passing fancy or caprice; so he answered:
"Your plea is an ingenious one, Eddy; and since you have wit enough to
make it, you must have sense enough to learn your lesson. Come, now, let
us sit down and put our heads together, and try again, and see what we
can do."
And with the kindness for which he was ever noted, the young master sat
down beside his stupid pupil and patiently went over and over the lesson
with him, until he had succeeded in getting it into Eddy's thick head.
"There, now! now you know the difference between a common noun and a
proper one! are you not glad?" asked Ishmael, smiling.
"Yes; but they'll all be done supper, and the hominy'll be cold!" said
the boy sulkily.
"Oh, no, it will not. I know all about the boiling of hominy. They'll
keep the pot hanging over the fire until bed-time, so you can have yours
hot as soon as you get home. Off with you, now!" laughed Ishmael.
His hopeful pupil lost no time in obeying the order, but set off on a
run.
Ishmael arranged his books, closed up his schoolroom, and started to
walk home.
There he delighted Hannah with the news that her former friend and
patron, Mrs. Middleton, was soon expected at Rushy Shore. And he
interested both Reuben and Hannah with the description of beautiful
Bee's visit to the school.
"I wonder why he couldn't have fallen in love with her?" thought Hannah.