In looking back on it afterwards, and in talking it all over with her
sister, Fidelia could hardly decide whether she had had more pain or
pleasure in the week which followed. It was a time she did not like to
think about. There had been no real cause for pain, she acknowledged.
She had acknowledged as much as that at the time, and she had known that
she ought to be ashamed of herself.
That she--Fidelia Marsh--should have a single uncomfortable moment over
a faded dress, or the appearance of a last summer's bonnet, was
humiliating--she who had never cared about her clothes! She had never
thought much about her clothes in any way. Eunice had always done that
for her, as she had done other things. At home she had thought herself
as well dressed as her neighbours. At the seminary there had been no
time to think about dress; and there had been other faded alpacas there
as well as hers. Why should she think about her clothes now? She was
ashamed of herself. But it was not clothes altogether. She did not
"fit in" among these people. They were different from her--or, rather,
she was different from them.
Everybody was pleasant and kind. Miss Avery even, whom she liked least,
was especially friendly--she seemed to seek her out always. She sat
with her on the lawn in the morning, and in the evenings brought a stool
and sat at her feet, while they listened to Miss Kent's music. They
walked and talked together; and why should she not like Miss Avery, who
seemed to like her and to wish to be with her? Why should she shrink
from her questions about Eunice and their home life, and their
friendship with the Everetts, and answer them briefly, and go over all
that had been spoken between them in her own thoughts afterwards, in
fear of having said something that she ought not to have said?
She liked Miss Kent, though she was a grave and silent person who did
not seem to have much to say to any one. They had their love of music
in common, and Fidelia was grateful for Miss Kent's quietly given hints
on that subject, and profited by them. She was at her ease with her,
but she was not at ease with Miss Avery.
"And why not?" asked Nellie Austin, to whom she one day made the
admission. "I'm sure she seems to think everything that is good about
you. To-night, when you were sitting together, before the lamps were
brought in, Mrs Kent said what friends you seemed to be; and Dr Justin
said what a picture you made, sitting there in the fire-light."
"Yes, I guess so! The picture of a hen and a humming-bird!" said
Fidelia, laughing. "If he saw anything but Miss Avery and a feather
duster it is a wonder. I have no doubt Miss Avery realised how pretty
the picture was, as well as he. No, I am not cross nor sarcastic
either, and I am willing to act as a set-off to her now and then, if it
is to do her any good. But I can't just say I like quite so much of
that kind of thing."
"Fidelia," said Nellie gravely, "we shall have to let you go fishing
again with the boys."
"Yes, let us go. Is it too late to make a plan for to-morrow? We
should have to make an early start."
"It is too late to plan for to-morrow. Amos has gone to bed. And,
besides, we couldn't go to-morrow; we are going to Colonel Green's. And
the day after to-morrow we are all going to the Summit; and those who
like can go by the way of Smellie's Brook, and go to the Summit by the
other path."
"Well, I will go with the boys, and you had better come with us. That
was the most delightful day I have had in Eastwood--the day I had with
Amos and his brothers at the brook."
"Thank you, for myself and all the rest. Faithful, what is the matter
with you these days?" said Nellie, laying her hand gently on her
friend's hair, "There is something the matter, is there not, dear?"
"There must be, if you say so; but I can't tell you what it is. I must
be `gettin' kind o' nervous,' as Deacon Ainsworth says of his wife.
It's queer, isn't it? I, who never knew there were nerves, until I
learned it out of a school-book! I guess I want Eunice. She'll set me
all right. I never had any bad feelings yet that she couldn't deliver
me from, in one way or another. Oh, yes; I shall be all right as soon
as I see my Eunice!"
But she was not quite sure of it, even when she said it.
The next day, instead of going with the rest to pay a visit to friends
in a neighbouring town, Fidelia chose to stay at home and help cousin
Abby with her preparations for the expedition to the Summit, as the
highest hill in the neighbourhood was called, and had a better time than
if she had gone with the rest. She enjoyed helping Miss Abby, and she
enjoyed her talk while the work went on. For Miss Abby Chase saw
clearly--had all her life seen clearly--many things which eyes intent
only on personal interests might easily have overlooked. Her talk did
not flow on in "a straight stream," so as to become wearisome; but now
and then a remark was made, or a word of advice given, or a bit of
personal experience told, of which Fidelia made a note, saying to
herself: "I must remember to tell Eunice that. How Eunice would like to
hear cousin Abby talk!"
They had not, for various reasons, been ready to begin "in the cool of
the morning," as was Miss Abby's custom when there was anything special
to do. The day was warm, and, though the work was pleasant work, it was
hard work too in a way. But no feeling of weariness could interfere
with the satisfaction with which they viewed results. The success was
complete.
"They will spoil a good housekeeper if they make a schoolmistress of
you!"--as Fidelia stood folding her apron, and regarding with admiring
eyes a big chicken-pie which Mattie had just brought in from the oven.
"But I don't suppose you'd care about spending your life as a
housekeeper, when you might have higher work to do."
"Higher work? Yes, I suppose so. Teaching is either the highest work,
or it is drudgery. I suppose it depends upon the teacher," said Fidelia
gravely. "But any sort of work is good if it is needed, and if it is
well done--as we have done our work to-day," added she, smiling.
"Yes; and it is something to do well the humblest work, when others are
helped by it to do the highest. And then the Lord doesn't always see
`high' and `low' just as we do. And those who just help other folks'
works, and come into other folks' lives, without having much of a life
of their very own, may have a good time too--yes, and a good reward."
"Yes," said Fidelia, thinking of her sister. "Miss Abby, don't you go
visiting sometimes? Won't you come to our house and see my sister? She
would like to have you, and I am sure you would like each other."
"I should be pleased to visit you and your sister. Yes, I should like
her. I like what I have heard about her. I saw her once--she visited
here a long time ago."
"Did she? I don't think I ever knew it. Was she a little girl? Was it
with our father that she came?"
"No; she was a grown woman--a sweet and beautiful young woman. She
stayed two or three days. There was company in the house, and I
remember they all went one day to the Summit. It was with Dr Justin
Everett that she came."
"Ah!" said Fidelia, sitting suddenly down on the window-seat.
They had come into Miss Abby's room by this time, and the old lady was
resting in the rocking-chair while Fidelia lingered, going on with their
talk.
"It was just about the time when her grandmother grew worse. No, I
didn't see much of her; I had more to do in those days. I saw her, but
we did not speak together, and I have nothing special to tell you about
her, dear, only that I saw her when she came. I have often thought of
her since."
Fidelia sat still, with her chin on her hand and her eyes fixed on the
far-away hills; and Miss Abby could not but see the change that had
passed over her face. But she did not speak.
The old trouble about Eunice was stirring at her heart. Eunice had
always helped others; she had only come in for "a part in other folks'
lives," as Miss Abby had said. Had Eunice "had a good time and a good
reward?" She had been at least content during the last few years. Was
she content still? Was she grieving over the past, or was she wishing
for that which could never be hers?--"for that which is really not worth
having or grieving for, if she only knew it!" thought Fidelia, with an
angry flush rising to her cheeks, as the thought of Miss Avery, and the
interest which Dr Justin seemed to take in her, came to her mind.
"She doesn't care. I don't think she would care; but, oh, I wish I were
quite sure! Surely the Lord would never let that trouble come into her
life again, after all she has done and suffered."
She sat long with her eyes fixed on the hills beyond the river, on which
the glory of the sunset lay; and when at last she turned to meet the
grave looks of Miss Abby, she started and grew red, with a feeling that
the old lady must know her thoughts. But Miss Abby only said,--
"Think of it! I had forgotten all about the eggs. I must go down
again." And when she had gone out and shut the door, she opened it
again to say,--"You had better stay right here in my room, hadn't you,
and rest? There will be some noise in the other part of the house when
they all get home. I may go over to see Sally Hanson a minute; I have
something to take to her. But I guess you had better stay here."
Whether she went to see Sally Hanson or not, she stayed away a good
while, and it was growing dark when she returned. Fidelia still sat
with her cheek on her hand, and her eyes on the hills, hardly seen now
in the gathering gloom.
"Well, dear, are you rested? You have been having a quiet time, haven't
you?"
"Oh, yes! I was not tired--only lazy. I suppose I ought to go and
brush my hair and change my dress before they all come home. I wonder
if I need go down at all? They will be tired enough not to wish to see
any one."
"Well, yes, I'd go down a spell, if I were you, for the sake of being
friendly."
"Do you suppose I should be missed?" said Fidelia, with a laugh which
did not sound so pleasantly to the old lady as Fidelia's laugh usually
did.
"You don't feel very well to-night, do you, dear? I guess you are
over-tired, though you don't know it. Or is there anything else the
matter with you, Miss Fidelia?"
"If there is I don't know, or at least I can't talk about it."
She rose and approached Miss Abby as she spoke, conscious that her words
might sound strange; but turned to the window again, and stood looking
out into the gloom, and there was silence for a time. Then Miss Abby
said gently,--
"But you know just where to carry your trouble, dear. Whatever it may
be, it isn't beyond help, is it? How can it be to a Christian?"
Fidelia made no answer to this.
"Have you been living up to your privileges over there in the seminary,
dear? I have always heard that it was a good place in which to grow in
knowledge and in grace. You haven't been so much taken up with your
books as to neglect better things, have you? Fidelia, are you a
Christian?"
There was a moment's silence before Fidelia answered.
"I once thought I was a Christian. Now I do not know--I am not sure."
"And so you got kind of down and discouraged, and no wonder, dear."
Fidelia had to resist a strong impulse to rush away, when Miss Abby rose
and came to the window.
"But you needn't be discouraged. If you are not sure of your hope, you
must just let it go, and come again to Him who is our only hope, and it
will be all right with you. If you have fallen back, it must be because
you have failed to ask His help, or your heart has been after other
things. But you haven't done anything, or neglected anything that He
will not be glad to forgive if you'll tell Him of it, dear. You needn't
be a mite discouraged. I'd be glad to help you if I could," said Miss
Abby, laying her hand gently on that of the girl. "I'm an old woman
now, and I've seen a good many things in my time, and I have suffered
some, too, but not any more than I'm glad to look back upon now.
Anyhow, it never pays to get discouraged."
"Discouraged!" thought Fidelia. "Why, I think I am wrong all through.
I am not sure that even Eunice can set me right now." Aloud she
said--"No; it does no good to be discouraged."
Then they heard the south gate open, and knew that the young people had
returned; and, before Fidelia had time to escape, Nellie was calling her
name on the stairs, and there was no time for more.
Of course they went downstairs together, and heard all about the visit,
and whom they had seen, and what they had said and heard and done, and
how sorry every one was that Miss Marsh had not gone with them. And no
one would have suspected that Miss Marsh was "discouraged," or even
tired, so interested was she in it all. Indeed, she seemed to have more
to say than usual, and even became boastful, as Nellie declared, when
allusion was made to the preparations for next day's expedition to the
Summit.
Miss Avery was even more demonstrative in her friendliness than usual
that night; and as she was so much fatigued that she found it necessary
to recline on the sofa, she would have Fidelia bring a low seat and sit
beside her, saying she had seen enough of all the rest for one day.
Fidelia sat down willingly enough, but she would not give up her hand to
be caressed, as Miss Avery desired; she was busy covering a ball for
Franky; and in a little she found it necessary to go nearer the light,
but not before Miss Avery had whispered a few words in her ear.
"What a good woman your sister must be! How lovely she must have been
when she was young! Dr Justin Everett thinks her nearly perfect."
She had no time to say more. Fidelia rose suddenly, and, without a
glance toward her, walked across the room; and Dr Justin, coming in
with letters in his hand, alone saw the paleness of her face and the
anger in her eyes. Miss Avery rose from the sofa, and in her pretty
eager way came forward to claim her letters.
"Now, Dr Justin, there must be one at least for me! Do say you have
got one for me this time," said she, clasping her hands imploringly.
The doctor laid the letters on the table without a word. It was Nellie
who distributed them, and the last one was for Fidelia.
"Now you will be happy! It is from your sister," said she.
There were letters for several of the others; and in the interest of
receiving and opening them, Fidelia was allowed to slip out of the room
unnoticed, and only returned in time to say good-night.
"And it must be `good-bye' too, I am afraid, as I must go home to-morrow
morning. Eunice wants me. No; she is not sick, but she wants me. I
have told Mrs Austin all about it, and she says I ought to go. Amos
has promised to take me to the depot in the morning."
"But our trip to the Summit?"
"You must stay for that!"
"One day can make no difference!"
Fidelia was sorry to miss the day's pleasure, but a day would make much
difference. The letter had been delayed one day already, and her sister
had several reasons for wishing her to come home at once.
"But your packing! You will have to be up all night. You must let me
help you, Miss Marsh! Now say you will," pleaded Miss Avery with pretty
beseeching gestures.
Fidelia laughed.
"My packing! It is all done already, thank you. You will see the last
of me to-night."
It was not quite the last to several of the party. The departure was
not so early but that all the family were down, and even Miss Avery had
a chance to say good-bye again from the window, as Fidelia and Amos
drove off. She proposed that they should wait a little, that she might
drive with them, but this was not to be thought of.
"Dr Justin wanted to drive you down, but I said I had promised," said
Amos gravely; "you don't care, do you?"
"I should have been very sorry if you had forgotten your promise or
broken your word. I would not have cared to trouble Dr Justin
Everett."
"Oh, it wouldn't have troubled him any! He'd as lief come with you as
not, I guess. If any one had come, it ought to have been Nellie; but I
told her I had something to tell you, and she was very good about it.
As for Miss Avery, I guess she didn't care much about going. You like
Miss Avery pretty well, don't you?"
"Oh, yes! Not as I like Nellie, you know. But Miss Avery has been--
very--"
"Kind and condescending!" said Amos, as Fidelia paused for a word.
They both laughed a little, but nothing more was said about Miss Avery.
A good deal was said about things in general, but not a word which
Nellie and all the rest of them might not have heard; and Fidelia began
to think she had misunderstood the boy as to his having something to say
to her. But when the horse had been securely fastened at a safe
distance from the track, they turned to walk up and down the platform.
During the few minutes that remained, Amos said,--
"I am going to tell father that I am going to college this fall or next,
just as he thinks best."
"Yes, of course," said Fidelia. "Well?"
"That is all; and it isn't `of course' by a good deal. I had about made
up my mind for something else. I was going West, to see how it looked
out there, any way."
"Not without your father's knowledge?"
"No--I don't know as I should have gone with his knowledge and consent.
But he'd have let me go, I guess, if I had kept at him, even if he had
hated to."
Fidelia shook her head.
"That is not the kind of talk I should expect to hear from you, Amos,
with such a father as you have." Amos hung his head, but said,--"Well,
I've changed my mind. I am going to college, and I am going to do my
best. Yes; it is partly to please father, and partly because I see
things a little differently. Do you remember what you said to me that
day on the hill?"
"I am afraid I talked a good deal that day. I don't think I remember
anything particular."
"It was about the honour of having a part in the highest work of all,
and about the duty of preparing one's self to do it in the best way. I
am going to have a try for it, any way," said Amos, with a break in his
voice.
Fidelia put out her hand and touched his, but she did not speak for a
full minute. She was thinking,--"A word of mine! That can't be--
discontented, worldly-minded girl that I have proved myself to be! I am
not worthy." Aloud she said,--"I am glad, Amos. Tell me more."
"It was only a word you said, but it set me thinking; though I don't see
why it should, for mother, and cousin Abby, and even Nellie, have said
about the same to me often. I suppose it was because it seemed new as
you said it; and I had got kind of used to cousin Abby's good advice,
and even to mother's. But I made up my mind that I would see the thing
through this time, and decide one way or another. What Dr Justin said
helped me some. I mean to try and be a good man--a servant of God,"
added the boy, speaking with difficulty.
"Amos," said Fidelia, "do you mean that you have become a Christian?"
"I mean that I wish to be a Christian, and to have a part in the very
highest work, if the Lord will have me for His servant."
"_If_, Amos? There is no `if' on the Lord's side."
Then she paused, telling herself that she too had desired to have a
share in the highest work, and asking herself whether she had not drawn
back. She did not know. She only knew that she was all wrong, and that
she too must begin again.
"I, too, shall have to decide once for all. Oh, I must!"
There was no time for more, for the shriek of the engine was heard in
the distance.
"Amos, I am so glad! And I am glad you have told me. I wish I knew
just the right thing to say to you. I can only say I am glad. I wish
you could come and talk with my Eunice. Oh, dear--just as if you hadn't
your father and mother, and cousin Abby! But my first thought is always
of my Eunice," added Fidelia, with an uncertain smile. "Good-bye, dear
Amos. Everybody in your home has been so good to me; and I am glad for
them all. They will be very happy."
There was not time for another word. As Amos turned from the window as
the train moved on, he stumbled on some one--or, rather, some one
stumbled on him--and he had no idea who it was till a voice called
out,--
"Just in time, Amos! A miss is as good as a mile;" and he ran forward
in time to catch a glimpse of Dr Justin Everett on the platform of the
cars as the train moved on.
Fidelia had not seen the approach of Dr Justin; and it was a surprise,
to say the least, when he entered the car, and, bidding her "Good
morning," took his seat beside her, as if that had been the most natural
thing in the world to do.
"I did not know you thought of going to Halsey this morning. What about
the Summit?" said Fidelia.
"It looks ungrateful to leave them, does it not? But it could not be
helped; I did not know till late last night that I was expected
elsewhere this morning. And I am at least no more to blame than you
are."
Fidelia made no answer to that. They could see the Summit as they
turned a curve among the hills.
"It looks pleasant up there!" said she.
"Yes, with the morning sunshine on it."
"I am sorry it happened that I could not go up with Nellie and the rest.
I should have enjoyed it, and it would have been something always to
remember."
"Yes, it would have been something to remember," said Dr Justin.
The sound of his voice had quite changed, and the look on his face also,
Fidelia thought, as she glanced up at him.
"Have you ever been at the Summit?" said she; and then she remembered.
"Yes. Once I was on the Summit," he answered gravely; and he did not
remove his eyes from the mountain while it was in sight, nor did a word
pass between them for some time after that. It was Dr Justin who spoke
first, and his first words were about her friend Amos.
"I should like to take him West with me; and your friend Jabez Ainsworth
as well. They are bound to go there first or last."
"Oh, but you must not think of such a thing! His father would not like
it. Amos is going to please his father now, he says, and go to college.
Don't speak of his going West, please."
"Well, no; not just at present; but when these boys are `thoroughly
furnished,' as there is good hope they may be in time, the great West is
the place for them, and for many more of their sort. They are needed
there now, and will be needed still more in the future."
"I like Amos. He will do his part well wherever he is," said Fidelia.
"Yes, I am sure he will."
"And Jabez, too, in a different way. Jabez and I have always been good
friends."
"Yes, I know. You have helped them both."
"I have helped Jabez with his arithmetic and grammar, and with good
advice, too, sometimes," added she, laughing; "but as for Amos, if I
have ever helped him, it has been without knowing it."
"That is the best kind of help to give, I think," said Dr Justin,
smiling.
The Austin family was a safe subject to discuss, and they held to it for
awhile. Fidelia told about her good fortune in having Nellie for her
room-mate at the seminary, and of the many pleasant things they had
enjoyed together during the year. When she thought about it afterwards,
she wondered at the ease with which she had talked with him, and hoped
she had not talked too much.
As they drew near to the last stopping-place before reaching Halsey, Dr
Justin stooped to lift his handbag, saying,--
"My brother is waiting for me here, I think. We are going to M--to see
a patient of his, about whom he is anxious. Have you a message to send
to any one in Eastwood: I go back there to-night."
"I shall send a message to-morrow by mail, I thank you," said Fidelia a
little stiffly. She was indignant with herself in feeling a little
disappointed that he was not going on to Halsey.
"Well, good-bye. We ought to be friends, you and I, and we shall be
friends in time." And then he was gone.