"Awake in me a truer life,
A soul to labor and aspire!
Touch thou my mortal lips, O God!
With thine own truth's immortal fire."
Sara J. Clarke.
Yes, it was joy and gladness just to be alive this sweet spring
morning. The swift-flowing river gleamed and sparkled in the sunlight;
the forest trees on the farther side were touched with a tender yellow
green; the grass along the wayside and in the dooryards was of a
deeper, richer hue, and spangled thickly with violets and dandelions,
and the peach and cherry trees in the gardens were in full bloom; the
air was filled with fragrance, and with the twittering of birds, the
ripple of the water, and other pleasant rural sounds.
The music of glad young voices came pleasantly to Mildred's ear as she
reached her father's gate, and Fan and Annis, who had been stooping
over the flower-beds, came bounding to meet her with a joyous greeting.
"How is mother?" was her first question.
"Well; she's downstairs in the sitting-room cutting out sewing work."
"Yes; she's sure to be busy," Mildred said, hurrying into the house,
bidding good-morning, as she passed, to Ada, who was sweeping the front
porch.
Every one was busy with a cheerful, energetic activity; Zillah
preparing breakfast, while Celestia Ann put out her clothes to dry;
Rupert milked the cow, and the younger boys fed the chickens.
"Mother! so early at work after your sickness yesterday," Mildred said
in a tone of affectionate remonstrance as she entered the sitting-room.
"Yes, daughter dear, there is need, and I am quite able for it," Mrs.
Keith answered, looking up with a cheery smile. "And you are not
looking so worn and jaded as I feared to see you. Did you get some
sleep? and how is the poor sick woman?"
"Yes, ma'am, I slept several hours, and am feeling pretty well. Mrs.
Martin died about half an hour ago--very suddenly at the last. Claudina
was with her. I was asleep."
Mildred's eyes filled and her voice was husky with emotion as she told
of the solemn event.
A silent shake of the head was the only answer she could give to her
mother's next question, whether the dying woman had given any evidence
that she was putting her trust in Christ.
A look of sadness and pain came over the face of the Christian mother
also, while her heart sent up a silent, fervent prayer on behalf of her
dear ones, that each of them might be found at last hidden in the Rock
of Ages.
"My dear child," she said to Mildred, "let us look upon this sad event
as a solemn warning to us to be more faithful and constant in the work
of striving to win souls to Christ; remembering that 'the night cometh,
when no man can work.' Ah! can I be sure that I am utterly guiltless of
the blood of this woman, to whom I never spoke one word of warning or
entreaty?"
"Mother, don't blame yourself!" cried Mildred in almost indignant
surprise. "You had not even a speaking acquaintance with her."
"But, my dear, I might have had. I could easily have found some excuse
for calling upon her in her sickness, had I not allowed myself to be
too much taken up with other cares and duties."
"But you can't do everything and take care of everybody," said Mildred
with affectionate warmth; "and you are always at some good and useful
work. It is I who ought to take the lesson to heart. And, God helping
me, I will," she added, in low, earnest, trembling tones. "O mother, I
feel this morning that the things of this world are as nothing compared
with those of the next, and I want to show by my life that I do feel
so! I want to spend it wholly in the Master's service, particularly in
winning souls; for, oh! the awful thought of one being lost."
That these were no idle, lightly spoken words, was proven as days,
weeks, and months rolled on, by the ever-growing consistency of
Mildred's daily walk and conversation; her constant effort to bring her
daily life into conformity to the divine precept, "Whether therefore
ye eat or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God;" and
that other, "As we have therefore opportunity, let us do good unto all
men, especially unto them who are of the household of faith."
The members of the home-circle were the first to feel the change in
Mildred. She could hardly have made herself more helpful than she had
long been, but her cheerfulness was more uniform, and the younger
ones found her more patient with their shortcomings, more ready with
sympathy and help in their little trials and perplexities. They soon
learned to carry them to her as readily as to their best and kindest
of mothers. They thought their eldest sister very wise, and liked to
consult her about their plans. This gave her many an opportunity to
influence them for good, and very rarely was it neglected.
Spring was a very busy season with them all; within doors
house-cleaning and a vast amount of sewing--so many new garments
to be made, so many old ones to be renovated and altered to suit
the increased stature of the growing lads and lasses; outside the
gardening, the making everything neat and trim, and the care of the
poultry.
Lessons were intermitted for two or three weeks, to give the older
members of the family time for their unusual labors, while the children
revelled in the delights of digging, planting, and sowing, looking
after their sitting hens and tending their broods of little chicks.
There was a great deal of healthful pleasure gotten out of the little
plots of ground appropriated in severalty to Cyril, Don, Fan, and
Annis, and hardly less from their fowls; besides, the young owners were
learning habits of industry and thrift; also the enjoyment of being
able to give to the Lord's cause of that which had cost them something.
A beggar was a thing almost unknown in the town, and there were very
few people poor enough to be objects of charity; but it was nice, the
children thought, to have something of their very own to put into the
church or Sabbath-school collection, especially when it was to go to
buy Bibles and pay for sending missionaries to the poor benighted
heathen.
The cause of missions was dear to the hearts of the parents, and they
were training their children to love and work for it.
Rupert was the principal gardener and manager of outdoor matters. He
had full charge of the fruit and vegetable garden on his father's
ground, and it flourished under his care. But not content with that,
he had his own lot and Mildred's--which he undertook to cultivate upon
shares--ploughed up, then sowed them with corn, potatoes and melons.
He had his mother's talent for system; and, making the best use of
every spare moment, an early riser, industrious, energetic, and
painstaking, he managed to do all this without neglecting the studies,
in preparation for college, which he was still pursuing with Mr. Lord.
He even found time for setting out trees and shrubs, and digging up the
flower-beds in the front and side yards; doing all the hard work needed
there, then giving them into the care of his mother and the older
girls, who contrived to spare to the pleasing task an occasional half
hour morning and evening, finding it a rest from almost constant toil
with the needle.
Cheerfully busy as Mildred was from morning to night, Charlie was
seldom absent from her thoughts: she followed him in imagination
through all his wanderings, the unbidden tears often springing to her
eyes as she dwelt upon the loneliness and hardships he was doubtless
called to endure; her only comfort that she might constantly plead for
him with that almighty Friend who knew it all, and was ever near to
both herself and her loved one.
She hoped, she prayed, that Charlie might be restored to her, with
the barrier to their union removed; but most of all, that whether she
should ever see him again on earth or not, he might inherit eternal
life.
Her father and mother, Rupert, and Zillah were the only members of the
family who knew anything of the matter; the others never so much as
suspected that their bright, kind, helpful, sympathizing sister Milly
was burdened with a secret sorrow or care.
Nor did she make a confidante of Claudina Chetwood, Lu Grange or Effie
Prescott, though on intimate terms with all three.
Effie's health had improved since the Keiths first made her
acquaintance, but she was still feeble and often ailing. She was a girl
of fine mind, very fond of reading, and very thankful to these good
neighbors for their kindness in lending her books and periodicals. And
she greatly enjoyed a chat with Mrs. Keith or Mildred, for which the
borrowing and returning afforded frequent occasion.
She came in one morning while they were hard at work over the pile of
spring sewing.
"Good-morning, ladies. Don't let me disturb you," she said, as Zillah
dropped her work and rose hastily to hand a chair. "I see you are
very busy, and I came to ask if you would let me help. I should enjoy
spending the morning chatting with you all, and might just as well work
while I talk; and I have brought my thimble," taking it from her pocket
as she spoke.
"That is a very kind offer, Miss Effie, and we will be glad to have
you. Take yon easy-chair and chat with us as long as you will," Mrs.
Keith said, with her pleasant smile; "but that, I think, will be quite
sufficient exertion after your walk."
"Yes, indeed; you must get quite enough of sewing at home," said
Zillah; "it takes so many, many stitches to make even one garment, and
such lots of garments to clothe a family at all respectably."
"Yes," answered Effie in a sprightly tone, "but I am fond of my needle
and can use it a good deal without injury. Mildred, I see you are
working buttonholes--my especial pride and delight. Won't you hand that
waist to me, and find something else to occupy your fingers?"
"Do you like to make them?" asked Mildred in a tone of genuine
surprise. "It is my perfect detestation. Therefore I find myself sorely
tempted to accept your generous offer."
Before Mildred's sentence was completed the work had exchanged hands,
Effie taking playfully forcible possession.
"My dear girl, you have a real genius for the business!" Mildred
exclaimed presently. "How rapidly and nicely you work them! two done in
less time than I should take for one, without doing it half so well."
Effie's eyes sparkled. "Generous praise, Mildred," she said; "but you
can well afford to allow me the credit of doing one little thing better
than you do it."
"I dare say there may be many others in which you excel me."
"No, I don't believe there's any other; and oh, when I hear you play
the piano I feel as if I'd give anything in the world if I could play
even half as well."
"Would you like to take lessons?"
"Shouldn't I!" cried Effie, with emphasis. "But, dear me, there's no
use thinking of it, as I'm not likely ever to have the chance."
"I'd rather give a music lesson any day than work buttonholes,"
remarked Mildred laughingly; "and oh, the quantities of them to be made
in this family! Effie, why shouldn't we exchange work occasionally?--an
hour of instruction on the piano for an hour's sewing? Don't you think
it would do, mother?"
"Capitally, if you are mutually satisfied."
Effie's face was sparkling with delight. "Oh, do you really mean it?"
she cried. "Why, I'd gladly give two hours' sewing for one of music
lesson, and am sure it would be worth it."
"No," said Mildred, "I think not, considering what a swift and neat
needlewoman you are."
"Not much worldly wisdom in either of you, I think, my dear girls,"
remarked Mrs. Keith with an amused smile.
"But there's a difficulty I had not thought of," said Effie. "I have no
piano to practise on."
"You shall have the use of mine."
"Thank you. I gladly accept your kind offer if I may pay for that also
with my needle."
Effie spent the day with her friends, and before leaving had come to an
arrangement with Mildred perfectly satisfactory to both, and taken her
first lesson.
Just at its close, before the two had left the piano, Claudina and Lu
came in, and, hearing what Mildred had undertaken, earnestly begged
that she would add them to her class.
"Father is very anxious for me to learn," said Claudina, "and was
wondering, the other day, if it would do to ask you to take me as a
scholar. He said you could set your own price; he'd willingly pay it;
but as you have no need to make money for yourself he was afraid to
propose it. Now, Milly dear, would you be offended? Of course we should
feel that you were doing us a favor, even though you let us pay for it."
"No; I don't feel at all offended," Mildred said, laughing and
blushing, "and I'd be glad to do anything in my power to gratify you,
girls, or your fathers; but I really haven't time."
"Then I suppose we'll have to give it up," remarked Lu with a sigh;
"but I do wish this town could afford a music teacher, for I've set my
heart on learning to play."
"When spring house-cleaning and sewing are done you won't be so very
busy, Milly," suggested Claudina.
"Yes, very nearly if not quite as busy as now, for then I take up my
governessing again."
"You're the best sister and daughter I ever heard of," was Claudina's
comment.
Tea was just over, and Mrs. Keith stepped out to the kitchen for a
consultation with Celestia Ann on the all-important subject of the
morrow's breakfast and dinner. Returning to the sitting-room, she found
her three girls again plying their needles.
"Come, come, my dears, no more work to-night," she said. "You, Zillah
and Ada, may help me set everything to rights here, so that we can go
on promptly in the morning; and Mildred, child, if you are not too
tired, let your father have some music. It is restful and cheering to
him after his day's work and worry at the office."
"I'm never too tired to play for father or mother," Mildred said with a
smile as she rose to do her mother's bidding.
"There! don't wait to fold that; I'll do it," Zillah said, taking the
work from her hand. "And, mother, please go into the parlor and rest
yourself in the big rocking-chair, and leave this clearing up to Ada
and me."
"Yes, mother, please do," chimed in the younger girl; "we'd a great
deal rather, and you know we can just as well as not."
"Thank you, dears; then I will. What comforts and blessings you are to
me! all three of you."
"Me too, mother?--me and Fan?" asked little Annis, following and
standing beside her mother's chair with eager, upturned face and
pleading eyes.
"Yes, indeed, darling! Mother wouldn't know how to do without her baby
girl or her dear little Fan," Mrs. Keith answered, lifting the one into
her lap and drawing the other close to her side; for Fan, too, had
followed her in from the sitting-room.
"I'm not of much use yet, mother, 'cept to love you," she said,
nestling closer; "but I'm going to be some day, if I live. See! I've
hemmed one side o' this handkerchief; and didn't I make nice bits of
stitches?" she asked, holding it up for inspection.
"Yes, indeed, darling, I can see that you have taken great pains. Why,
I think after a while I shall have no need to sew at all, with so many
other fingers to do the work. Go and show it to father."
Fan obeyed, was praised, caressed and taken upon her father's knee,
where she sat in quiet content listening to Mildred's music.
Presently Squire Chetwood was ushered in by Celestia Ann.
"Go on, Miss Mildred," he said as he took the seat Mr. Keith hastened
to offer; "there's no greater treat for me than your music; and my
errand will keep for a bit."
It proved, when told, one that rejoiced them all. It was to show to
Mr. Keith a letter of acceptance from a gentleman teacher with whom
they had been corresponding with a view to securing his services as
principal of a school which they were trying to establish in the town.
It was to be for both sexes, and the gentleman's wife would take charge
of the girls' department.
"I send four pupils--Zillah, Ada, Cyril, and Don," said Mr. Keith,
"thereby considerably lightening your labors, wife, and Mildred's, I
trust."
The squire cleared his throat. "And then, Miss Mildred--Ah! I hardly
dare go on lest you should think me presuming."
"But after exciting my curiosity you can hardly refuse to gratify it,"
Mildred returned playfully, though she knew very well what was coming.
Before the squire went away she had consented to take another music
scholar, and the terms he offered were very liberal, she having
declined to name a price for her services.
"Having accepted Claudina, you can hardly refuse Lu," her mother
remarked when the squire had gone.
"No, mother; and how little time I shall have left for helping you!"
sighed Mildred.
"Now, Milly, don't try to make yourself of so much importance!" cried
Zillah in a gayly bantering tone. "Didn't mother do without you
entirely last year? One would suppose Ada and I were of no consequence
where work is concerned."
"But you will be in school, child!"
"Not for the first four hours after we leave our beds in the morning,
or the last four or five before we return to them at night."
"Beside an hour or more at noon," added Ada; "and if we can't do
something to help mother in all that time we'll deserve to be called
lazy girls."
"We shall do nicely, I am sure," the mother said, with a pleased,
loving glance at each of the three faces in turn. "I think we can
manage so that everything will be attended to, and no one of us
overworked. I can easily hear Fan's and Annis's little lessons every
day while sewing. Your five music scholars, Mildred, will occupy only
ten hours a week of your time, while one of them will do an hour's
sewing for you every day and the other two outsiders bring you in a
nice little sum of pocket money."
"Why, it doesn't look so very laborious after all!" Mildred said,
brightening.
"No," laughed Zillah, "you could take half a dozen more music scholars
and not be hurt."