THE REUNION.
As Gertrude's eyes, after greedily devouring the manuscript, fell upon
its closing words she sprang to her feet, and the next instant she has
run down the staircase, run out of the hall door, and approached the
summer-house from the opposite entrance to that at which Mr. Amory, with
folded arms and a fixed countenance, is watching for her coming.
So noiseless is her light step, that before he is conscious of her
presence, she has thrown herself upon his bosom and, her whole frame
trembling with the vehemence of long-suppressed agitation, burst into a
torrent of passionate tears, interrupted only by frequent sobs, so deep
and so exhausting that her father, with his arms folded around her, and
clasping her so closely to his heart that she feels its irregular
beating, endeavours to still the tempest of her grief, whispering
softly, as to an infant, "Hush! hush, my child! you frighten me!"
And, gradually soothed by his gentle caresses, her excitement subsides,
and she is able to lift her face to his and smile upon him through her
tears. They stand thus for many minutes in a silence that speaks far
more than words. Wrapped in the folds of his heavy cloak to preserve her
from the evening air, and still encircled in his strong embrace,
Gertrude feels that their union of spirit is not less complete; while
the long-banished man, who for years has never felt the sweet influence
of a kindly smile, glows with a melting tenderness which hardening
solitude has not the power to subdue. At length Mr. Amory, lifting his
daughter's face and gazing into her glistening eyes, while he gently
strokes the disordered hair from her forehead, asks, in an accent of
touching appeal, "You will love me, then?"
"Oh, I do! I do!" exclaimed Gertrude, sealing his lips with kisses. His
hitherto unmoved countenance relaxes at this fervent assurance. He bows
his head upon her shoulder, and the strong man weeps. Her
self-possession all restored, at seeing him thus overcome, Gertrude
places her hand in his, and startles him from his position by the firm
and decided tone with which she whispers, "Come!"
"Whither?" exclaims he, looking up in surprise.
"To Emily."
With a half shudder and a mournful shake of the head, he retreats
instead of advancing in the direction in which she would lead him--"I
cannot."
"But she waits for you; she, too, weeps and longs and prays for your
coming."
"Emily!--you know not what you are saying!"
"Indeed, my father; it is you who are deceived. Emily does not hate you;
she never did. She believed you dead long ago; but your voice, though
heard but once, has half robbed her of her reason so entirely does she
love you still. Come, and she will tell you, better than I can, what a
wretched mistake has made martyrs of you both."
Emily, who had heard the voice of Willie Sullivan, as he bade Gertrude
farewell on the door-step, and rightly conjectured that it was he,
forbore making any inquiries for the absent girl at the tea-table, and
thinking it probable that she preferred to remain undisturbed, retired
to the sitting-room at the conclusion of the meal, where (as Mr. Graham
sought the library) she remained alone for more than an hour.
The refined taste which always made Emily's dress an index to the soft
purity of her character was never more strikingly developed than when
she wore, as on the present occasion, a flowing robe of white cashmere,
fastened at the waist with a silken girdle, and with full drapery
sleeves, whose lining and border of snowy silk could only have been
rivalled by the delicate hand and wrist which had escaped from beneath
their folds, and somewhat nervously played with the crimson fringe of a
shawl, worn in the chilly dining-room, and thrown carelessly over the
arm of the sofa. Supporting herself upon her elbow, she sat with her
head bent forward, and apparently deep in thought. Once Mrs. Prime
opened the door, looked around the room in search of the housekeeper,
and, not finding her, retreated, saying to herself, "Law! dear sakes
alive! I wish she only had eyes now, to see how like a picter she
looks!"
A low, quick bark from the house-dog attracted her attention, and steps
were heard crossing the piazza. Before they had gained the door, Emily
was standing upright, straining her ear to catch the sound of every
footfall; and, when Gertrude and Mr. Amory entered, she looked more like
a statue than a living figure, as with clasped hands, parted lips, and
one foot slightly advanced, she silently awaited their approach. One
glance at Emily's face, another at that of her agitated father, and
Gertrude was gone. She saw the completeness of their mutual recognition,
and with instinctive delicacy, forbore to mar by her presence the
sacredness of so holy an interview. As the door closed upon her
retreating figure, Emily parted her clasped hands, stretched them forth
into the dim vacancy, and murmured, "Philip!"
He seized them between both of his, and with one step forward, fell upon
his knees. As he did so, the half-fainting Emily dropped upon the seat.
Mr. Amory bowed his head upon the hands which, still held tightly
between his own, now rested on her lap, and, hiding his face upon her
slender fingers, tremblingly uttered her name.
"The grave has given up its dead!" exclaimed Emily. "My God, I thank
thee!" and she flung her arms around his neck, rested her head upon his
bosom, and whispered, in a voice half choked with emotion,
"Philip!--dear, dear Philip! am I dreaming, or have you come back
again?"
She and Philip had loved each other in their childhood; before that
childhood was passed they had parted; and as children they met again.
During the lapse of many years she had lived among the cherished
memories of the past, she had been safe from worldly contagion, and had
retained all the guileless simplicity of girlhood--all the freshness of
her spring-time; and Philip, who had never willingly bound himself by
any ties save those imposed upon him by necessity, felt his boyhood come
rushing upon him, as, with Emily's soft hand resting on his head, she
blessed Heaven for his safe return. She could not see how time had
silvered his hair and sobered and shaded the face that she loved.
And to him, as he beheld the face he had half dreaded to encounter
beaming with the holy light of sympathy and love, the blind girl's
countenance seemed encircled with a halo not of earth. And, therefore,
this union had in it less of earth than heaven. Not until, seated beside
each other, with their hands still fondly clasped, Philip had heard from
Emily's lips the history of her hopes, her fears, her prayers, and her
despair; and she, while listening to the sad incidents of his life, had
dropped upon the hand she held many a kiss and tear of sympathy, did
either fully realise the mercy so long delayed, so fully accorded now,
which promised even on earth to crown their days.
Emily wept at the tale of Lucy's trials and her early death, and when
she learned that it was hers and Philip's child whom she had taken to
her heart, and fostered with the truest affection, she sent up her
silent praise that it had been allotted to her apparently bereaved and
darkened destiny to fulfil so blessed a mission. "If I could love her
more, dear Philip," said she, while the tears trickled down her cheeks,
"I would do so, for your sake, and that of her sweet, innocent,
suffering mother."
"And you forgive me, then, Emily?" said Philip, as both having finished
their sad recitals of the past, they gave themselves up to the sweet
reflection of their present joy.
"Forgive? Oh, Philip! what have I to forgive?"
"The deed that locked you in prison darkness," he mournfully replied.
"Philip!" exclaimed Emily, "could you for one moment believe that I
attributed that to you?--that I blamed you, for an instant?"
"Not willingly, I am sure, dear Emily. But, oh, you have forgotten that
in your time of anguish, not only the obtruding thought but the lip that
gave utterance to it, proclaimed how you refused to forgive the cruel
hand that wrought you so much woe!"
"You cruel, Philip! Never did I so abuse and wrong you. If my unfilial
heart sinfully railed against the cruel injustice of my father, it was
never guilty of such treachery towards you."
"That fiendish woman lied, then, when she told me that you shuddered at
my very name?"
"If I shuddered, Philip, it was because I recoiled at the thought of the
wrong you had sustained; and oh, believe me, if she gave you any other
assurance than of my continued love, it was because she laboured under a
sad error."
"Good heavens!" ejaculated Philip; "how wickedly have I been deceived!"
"Not wickedly," replied Emily. "Mrs. Ellis was in that instance the
victim of circumstances. She was a stranger among us, and believed you
other than you were; but, had you seen her a few weeks later, sobbing
over her share in the unhappy transaction which drove you to
desperation, and as we then supposed to death, you would have felt that
we had misjudged her, and that she carried a heart of flesh beneath a
stony disguise. The bitterness of her grief was united with remorse at
the recollection of her own harshness. Let us forget the sad events of
the past, and trust that the loving hand which has thus far shaped our
course has but afflicted us in mercy."
"In mercy!" exclaimed Philip. "What mercy does my past experience give
evidence of, or your life of everlasting darkness? Can you believe it a
loving hand which made me the ill-fated instrument, and you the
life-long sufferer, from one of the dreariest misfortunes that can
afflict humanity?"
"Speak not of my blindness as a misfortune," answered Emily; "I have
long ceased to think it such. It is only through the darkness of the
night that we discern the lights of heaven, and only when shut out from
earth that we enter the gates of Paradise. With eyes to see the
wonderful working of nature and nature's God, I nevertheless closed them
to the evidences of Almighty love that were around me on every side.
While enjoying the beautiful gifts that were showered on my pathway, I
forgot to praise the Giver; but, with an ungrateful heart, walked
sinfully on, little dreaming of the deceitful snares which entangle the
footsteps of youth. And therefore did he, who is ever over us for good,
arrest with fatherly hand the child who was wandering from the road that
leads to peace; and, though the discipline of his chastening rod was
sudden and severe, mercy tempered justice. From the tomb of my buried
joys sprang hopes that will bloom in immortality. From the clouds and
the darkness broke forth a glorious light. Then grieve not, dear Philip,
over the fate that is far from sad; but rejoice with me in the thought
of that blessed and not far distant awakening, when, with restored and
beautiful vision, I shall stand before God's throne, in full view of
that glorious Presence, from which, but for the guiding light which has
burst upon my spirit through the veil of earthly darkness, I might have
been eternally shut out."
As Emily finished speaking, and Philip, gazing with awe upon the rapt
expression of her soul-illumined face, beheld the triumph of an immortal
mind, and pondered on the might, the majesty, and power of the influence
wrought by simple piety, the door of the room opened abruptly and Mr.
Graham entered.
The sound of the well-known footstep disturbed the soaring thoughts of
both, and the flush of excitement which had mounted into Emily's cheeks
subsided into more than her wonted paleness as Philip, rising slowly
from her side, stood face to face with her father.
Mr. Graham approached with the scrutinizing air of one called upon to
greet a visitor who, though an apparent stranger, may possibly have
claims to recognition, and glanced at his daughter as if hoping she
would relieve the awkwardness by an introduction. But the agitated Emily
maintained perfect silence, and every feature of Philip's countenance
remained immovable as Mr. Graham slowly came forward.
He had advanced within one step of the spot where Philip stood waiting
to receive him, when, struck by the stern look and attitude of the
latter, he stopped short, gazed one moment into the eagle eyes of his
step-son, then staggered, grasped at the mantel-piece, and would have
fallen, but Philip, starting forward, helped him to his arm-chair. And
yet no word was spoken. At length Mr. Graham, who, having fallen into
the seat, sat still gazing into the face of Mr. Amory, ejaculated in a
tone of wondering excitement, "Philip Amory! Oh, my God!"
"Yes, father," exclaimed Emily, suddenly rising and grasping her
father's arm; "it is Philip; he whom we have so long believed among the
dead, restored to us in health and safety!"
Mr. Graham rose from his chair and, leaning heavily on Emily's shoulder,
again approached Mr. Amory, who, with folded arms, stood fixed as
marble. His step tottered with a feebleness never before observable in
the sturdy frame of the old man, and the hand which he extended to
Philip was marked by an unusual tremulousness. But Philip did not offer
to receive the proffered hand, or reply by word to the rejected
salutation.
Mr. Graham turned towards Emily and, forgetting that this neglect was
shut from her sight, exclaimed half-bitterly, half-sadly, "I cannot
blame him! God knows I wronged the boy!"
"Wronged him!" cried Philip, in a voice almost fearful. "Yes, wronged
him, indeed! Blighted his life, crushed his youth, half broke his heart,
and wholly blighted his reputation!"
"No," exclaimed Mr. Graham, who had quailed beneath these accusations,
until he reached the final one; "not that, Philip!--not that! I never
harmed you there; I discovered my error before I had doomed you to
infamy in the eyes of one of your fellow-men."
"You acknowledge, then, the error?"
"I do, I do! I imputed to you the deed which proved to have been
accomplished through the agency of my most confidential clerk. I learned
the truth almost immediately; but too late, alas! to recall you. Then
came the news of your death, and I felt that the injury had been
irreparable. But it was not strange, Philip; you must allow that. Archer
had been in my employment more than twenty years. I believed him
trustworthy."
"No! oh, no!" replied Philip. "It was nothing strange that, a crime
committed, you should have readily ascribed it to me. You thought me
capable only of evil."
"I was unjust, Philip," answered Mr. Graham, with an attempt to rally
his dignity; "but I had some cause."
"Perhaps so," responded Philip; "I am willing to grant that."
"Let us shake hands upon it, then," said Mr. Graham, "and endeavour to
forget the past."
Philip acceded to this request, though there was but little warmth in
the manner of his compliance. Mr. Graham looked relieved from a burden
which had been oppressing his conscience for years, and, subsiding into
his arm-chair, begged the particulars of Philip's experience during the
last twenty years.
The outline of the story was soon told, Mr. Graham listening to it with
attention, and inquiring into its particulars with an interest which
proved that, during a lengthened period of regret and remorse, his
feelings had sensibly softened towards the step-son, with every memory
of whom there had come to his heart a pang of self-reproach.
Mr. Amory was unable to afford any satisfactory explanation of the
report of his own death which had been confidently affirmed by Dr.
Jeremy's correspondent at Rio. Upon a comparison of dates, however, it
seemed probable that the doctor's agent had obtained this information
from Philip's employer, who had every reason to believe that the young
man had perished of the prevailing infection.
To Philip himself it was almost an equal matter of wonder that his
friends should ever have obtained knowledge of his flight and
destination. But this was easily accounted for, since the vessel in
which he had embarked returned directly to Boston, and there were among
her crew and officers those who could reply to the inquiries which the
benevolent doctor had set on foot some months before, accompanied by the
offer of a liberal reward.
Notwithstanding the many romantic incidents which were unfolding
themselves, none seemed to produce so great an impression upon Mr.
Graham's mind as the singular circumstance that the child who had been
reared under his roof, and endeared herself to him, in spite of some
clashing of interests and opinions, should prove to be Philip's
daughter. As he left the room at the conclusion of the tale, and sought
the solitude of his library, he muttered to himself, "Singular
coincidence! Very singular! Very!"
Hardly had he departed before another door was timidly opened, and
Gertrude looked cautiously in. Her father went quickly towards her, and,
passing his arm around her waist, drew her towards Emily, and clasped
them both in a long and silent embrace.
"Philip," exclaimed Emily, "can you doubt the mercy which has spared us
for such a meeting?"
"Oh, Emily!" replied he, "I am deeply grateful. Teach me how and where
to bestow my tribute of praise."
On the hour of sweet communion which succeeded we forbear to dwell--the
silent rapture of Emily, the passionately-expressed joy of Philip, or
the trusting, loving glances which Gertrude cast upon both. It was
nearly midnight when Mr. Amory rose to depart. Emily, who had not
thought of his leaving the spot which she hoped he would now consider
his home, entreated him to remain; and Gertrude, with her eyes, joined
in the eager petition. But he persisted in his resolution with firmness
and seriousness.
"Philip," said Emily, laying her hand upon his arm, "you have not yet
forgiven my father." She had divined his thoughts. He shrank under her
reproachful tones, and made no answer.
"But you _will_, dear Philip--you _will_," continued she, in a pleading
voice.
He hesitated, then glanced at her once more, and replied, "I will,
dearest Emily, I will--in time."
When he had gone, Gertrude lingered a moment at the door, to watch his
retreating figure, just visible in the light of the waning moon, then
returned to the parlour, and saying, "Oh, what a day this has been!" but
checked herself, at the sight of Emily, who, kneeling by the sofa with
clasped hands, and with her white garments sweeping the floor, looked
the very impersonation of purity and prayer. Throwing one arm around her
neck, Gertrude knelt on the floor beside her, and together they sent up
to the throne of God the incense of thanksgiving and praise!