KATHLEEN AND GRANDFATHER CRAVEN.
Friday was emphatically a summer's day in winter. The sky was cloudless;
the few leaves that still remained on the trees looked brilliant in
their autumn coloring. The ground was crisp under foot; the air was
soft, gentle, and pleasant. Girls, like all other creatures, are
susceptible to weather; they do their best work and have their best
feelings aroused when the sun shines and the day looks cheerful. The
sunshiny weather puts heart into them. But it is sad to relate that when
a girl is bent on mischief she is even more mischievous, more daring,
more defiant when the sun shines and the earth looks gay.
Kathleen awoke on the special morning after a night of wild dreams. She
raised herself on her elbow and looked across at Alice.
"What a lovely day! Why, I see sunshine quite plainly from where I am
lying. Wake up, won't you, Alice?" she said.
"How tiresome of you to rouse me!" said Alice, opening her eyes and
looking crossly at Kathleen.
Kathleen smiled back at her. Her face was rosy. Her hair was tossed in
wild confusion about her head and shoulders; it tumbled also over her
forehead, and made her eyes look more dancing and mischievous than ever
beneath its heavy shadow.
"I wonder--" said Kathleen softly.
If she had spoken in a loud voice Alice would have taken no notice, but
there was something pathetic and beautiful in her tone, and Alice raised
herself and looked at her.
"I wonder," she said "why you hate me so much?'
"Fudge!" said Alice.
"But Alice, it isn't fudge. Why should I have made myself so terribly
obnoxious to you? The others are fond of me; they don't think me
perfect--and indeed I don't want them to--but they love me for those
qualities in me which are worthy of love."
"How you chatter!" said Alice. "I have hitherto failed to perceive the
qualities in you that are worthy of love. It wants another quarter of an
hour before our hot water is brought in. Do you greatly object to my
sleeping during that time?"
"No, cross patch," said Kathleen, turning angrily on her pillow. "You
may sleep till doomsday as far as I am concerned."
"Polite," muttered Alice.
She shut her eyes, folded her arms, and prepared for further slumber;
but somehow Kathleen had effectually aroused her. She could not get the
radiant face out of her head, nor the words, a little sad in their
meaning, out of her ears. She looked up as though moved to say
something.
"As you have asked me a question, I will give you an answer. I know a
way in which you can secure my good opinion."
"Really!" said Kathleen, who was too angry now to be properly polite.
"And what may that way be?"
"Why, this: if you will tell the truth about your horrible society, and
spare dear little Ruth Craven, and make Cassandra Weldon happy."
"I don't care twopence about your tiresome Cassandra; but little
Ruth--what ails her?"
"The governors are going to insist upon her telling what she knows."
"But she won't," said Kathleen, laughing merrily. "She is too much of a
brick."
"Then she'll be expelled."
"What nonsense!"
"You wait and see. You don't know the Great Shirley School as well as I
do. However, I have spoken; I have nothing more to say. It is time to
get up, after all."
The girls dressed in silence. Alice had long ceased to torment Kathleen
about her own side of the room. Provided Alice's side was left in peace,
she determined to shut her eyes to untidy wardrobes, to the chest of
drawers full to bursting, to a boot kicked off here and a shoe
disporting itself there, to ribbons and laces and handkerchiefs and
scarves and blouses scattered on the bed, and even on the floor. Alice
had learnt to put up with these things; she turned her back on them, so
to speak.
The two girls ran downstairs together. Just for a moment Kathleen had
felt frightened at Alice's words, but then she cast them from her mind.
It was quite, quite impossible to suppose that anything so monstrously
unfair as that a little girl should be expelled from the school could
happen. Ruth, too, of all the girls--Ruth who was absolutely goodness
itself. So Kathleen ate her breakfast with appetite, remarked on the
brightness of the day to Mrs. Tennant and the boys, and then with Alice
started off to school with her satchel of books slung over her shoulder,
her gay, pretty dress making her look a most remarkable figure amongst
all the girls who were going towards the great school, and her saucy
bright face attracting attention on all sides. There was nothing about
Kathleen to indicate that that evening she meant to steal from home
and, in company with forty companions, go to London. She was able to
keep her own counsel, and this last daring scheme was locked tightly up
in her heart. On her way to school she met Ruth.
"There is Ruth," she said, turning to Alice. "Oh! and there's Susy in
the distance. I want to speak to them both. You can go on, of course,
Alice; I will follow presently."
"We are rather late as it is," said Alice. "In addition to your
misdemeanors, I should advise you not to be late for prayers just at
present."
"Thanks so much!" said Kathleen in a sarcastic tone.
She left Alice and ran towards Ruth.
"Why, Ruth," she said, "you do look pale."
"Oh, I am all right," said Ruth, brightening at the sight of Kathleen.
"Then you don't look it. Ruth, is it true that they want you to tell?"
"They want me to, Kathleen," said Ruth; "but I am not going to. You can
rest quite satisfied on that point."
"You are a splendid, darling brick," said Kathleen, "and I love you to
distraction. Dear Ruth, what can I do for you?"
"Give up the society as fast as you can," said Ruth.
"What? And yet you won't tell!"
"It's because it's dishonorable to tell," said Ruth. "Don't keep me now,
Kathleen; I want to get into school in good time. Grandfather is not
well, and I must hurry back to him."
"Your nice white-haired grandfather that you have talked to me about?"
"He was ill all night. He talked about you a little. Do you know,
Kathleen, I think he'd like to see you. Would you greatly mind coming
back with me after school, just to see him for a minute? I have told him
so much about you, and I have told granny too, and they both picture you
somewhat as you are. Do you think you could come, just to give them both
pleasure?"
"Come?" said Kathleen gaily. "Why, of course I'll come, heart of my
life. I'd do anything on earth to please you. I'll join you after
school, and well go straight away. It doesn't matter a bit about my
being late for dinner at the Tennants'. Ah! there's Susy. I want to have
a word with her."
Kathleen pushed past Ruth and ran up to Susy. Susy was looking intensely
agitated: there were vivid spots of color on her cheeks, and her eyes
were as bright as stars.
"I have managed everything," she said in a whisper. "It's all right;
it's splendidly right. We are all coming; not one of us will stay
behind. We know what it means, of course."
"You look very mysterious," said Kathleen. "I wonder why you talk like
that. What does it mean, in your opinion?"
"Oh, Kathleen, can't you understand? And one does it sometimes in life.
I have read about it in story-books, and there are cases of it in
history; you have one great tremendous fling; you do what is wrong; you
have a good--a very good--time, and you know it won't last; you know
that afterwards will come--the deluge."
"You are a silly!" said Kathleen. "Why, what could happen? Nobody need
know; we will be far too careful for that. I can't tell you how
splendidly I have planned things. I have got up my headache already, in
order to go to my room and thus avoid all suspicion."
"Oh dear!" said Susy. "It doesn't sound right, does it?"
"Right or wrong, it is fun," said Kathleen. "I am going to have it so.
I have got the money, and I mean to have a magnificent time. Now don't
keep me; I must run into school. It is horrid of them to grudge us our
little bit of amusement."
Susy agreed with her friend; indeed, during those days she was nearly
lifted off her feet, so excited was she, so charmed, so altogether
amazed at Kathleen O'Hara's condescension to her. Before Kathleen
arrived at the school Susy was a good little girl, who helped her mother
in the shop, and had dreams of going into another shop herself
by-and-by. In those days she did not consider herself a lady, nor expect
ladies to take any special notice of her. But those dull and stupid days
were no more. Gold and sunshine and rich color and marvellous dreams had
all come into her life since the arrival of Kathleen at Merrifield. For
Kathleen had discrimination; it mattered nothing to her whether a girl
paid or did not pay for her lessons, whether she belonged to the
despised foundationers or was respected and looked up to by paying
girls. Indeed, if anything, Kathleen had a decided leaning towards the
foundationers; and she, Kathleen, was a lady--she belonged to what her
mother and Aunt Church called the "real quality." "None of your
upstarts," Aunt Church had said, "but one who for generations has
belonged to the aristocrats; and they are of the kind who are too great
in themselves to be proud. They are proud in the right way, but they
never look down on folks." Yes, Susy was a happy girl now.
But, after all, was she quite happy? Was she not at this very minute
more or less oppressed by a secret fear? Suppose any single individual
in Merrifield heard of the midnight picnic--the great, daring, midnight
excursion into the heart of London. Susy knew far better than Kathleen
what a mad action the girls were about to perpetrate. She knew because
she lived with the class who discussed such things very openly. If their
frolic was not discovered, all would be well; if it was, it would be
ruin--ruin complete and absolute. The ladies of the town would fight shy
of her mother's shop. Aunt Church would be very unlikely to get her
little almshouse in Ireland, for surely even Kathleen's friends would be
very angry with her if they knew. Susy herself would be expelled from
the school, and she in her fall would bring down her mother and brother.
Yes, terrible would be the consequences _if_ they were discovered. But
then, they needn't be. Plucky people were not as a rule brought into
trouble of that sort. It only needed a brave heart and a firm foot, and
courage which nothing could daunt; and the other girls, the thirty-eight
who were to join Kathleen and Susy, would keep them company.
Nevertheless Susy was as unhappy as she was happy that day. She was so
absorbed in her feelings, and in wondering what would happen during the
next twenty-four hours, that she was not attentive at her lessons, and
did not notice how the teachers watched her and made remarks. It was
very evident to an onlooker that the teachers were particularly alert
that morning, and that their gaze was principally fixed upon the
foundationers.
No remarks, however, were made. The school came to an end quite in the
usual manner. Immediately afterwards Kathleen dashed off to find Ruth.
Ruth was waiting for her just outside the gates.
"Here I am," said Kathleen. "Take my arm, won't you, Ruthie? I shall be
very glad indeed to be introduced to your grandfather."
Ruth made no answer. Her face was white, but this fact only increased
the rare delicacy, the sort of fragrance, which her appearance always
presented. Kathleen and Ruth, did they but know it, made a most charming
contrast as they walked arm-in-arm across the common; for Ruth belonged
more or less to the twilight and the evening star, and Kathleen--her
face, her eyes, her voice, her actions--spoke to those who had eyes to
see of the morning. Kathleen was all enthusiasm, gay life, valor,
daring; Ruth's gentle face and quiet voice gave little indication of the
real depth of character which lay beneath.
"This is such a lovely day," said Kathleen, "and somehow I feel so
downright happy. Perhaps I am wrong, perhaps I am right, but I feel
happy. I think it is on account of the day."
They had now reached the little path which led up to the cottage. Ruth
went first, and Kathleen followed. What a tiny place for her darling
favorite to live in! But Kathleen felt she loved her all the better for
it.
Ruth softly unlatched the door and peeped in. The front-door opened
right into the kitchen, and Mrs. Craven was seated by the fire.
"Hush!" she said, putting her finger to her lips; "he is asleep."
"I have brought Kathleen O'Hara, granny. I thought you'd like to see
her, and I thought granddad would like to see her."
"To be sure, child," said Mrs. Craven, bustling up and removing her
cooking-apron. "Bring Miss O'Hara in at once. Is she waiting outside?
Where are your manners, Ruth?--Ah, Miss O'Hara, I'm right pleased to see
you! I am sorry my dear husband is not as well as could be wished; but
perhaps if you'd be good enough to sit down for a minute or two, he
would wake up before you go."
Kathleen entered, held out her hand, greeted Mrs. Craven with a frank
smile, showing a row of pearly teeth, and then sat down near the fire.
"This is cosy," she said. "Aren't you going to give me a little bit of
dinner, Mrs. Craven?"
"Oh, my dear young lady, but we live so plain!"
"And so do I when I am at home," said Kathleen. "I do hate messy dishes.
I like potatoes better than anything in the world. Often at home I go
off with my boy cousins, and we have such a good feed. I think potatoes
are better than anything in the world."
"Well, miss, if you'd like a potato it's at your service."
"I should if it is in its jacket."
"What did you say, miss?"
"If the potato is boiled in its jacket. Ah! I see they are. Please let
me have one."
Kathleen did not wait for Mrs. Craven's reply. She herself fetched a
plate and the salt-cellar from the dresser, and putting these on the
table, helped herself to a potato from the pot.
"Now," she said, "this is good. I can fancy I am back in old Ireland."
Mrs. Craven began to laugh.
"Ruth, do have a potato with me," said Kathleen; "they are first-rate
when you don't put a knife or fork near them."
But Ruth had no inclination for potatoes eaten in the Irish way.
"I will go in and see how grandfather is, granny," she said, and she
disappeared into the little parlor.
"You know," said Kathleen, helping herself to a second potato, and
fixing her eyes on Mrs. Craven's face--"you know how fond I am of Ruth."
"Indeed, my dear young lady, she has been telling me about you; and I am
glad you notice her, dear little girl!"
"But it is not only I," said Kathleen; "every one in the school likes
her. She could be the primest favorite with every one if she only chose.
She is so sweetly pretty, too, and such a lady."
"Well, dear, her mother was a real lady; and her father was educated by
my dear husband, and was in the army."
"It doesn't matter if her father was a duke and her mother a dairymaid,"
said Kathleen with emphasis. "She is just a lady because she is."
Before she could add another word Ruth came in.
"Do come, Kathleen," she said. "He is much better after his sleep. I
told him you were here, and he would like to see you."
"He has been bothered like anything about those accounts," said Mrs.
Craven. "I can't make out what has put it into his head. Years ago it
was an old story with him that something had gone wrong with the books;
but, dear hearts! he had forgotten all about it for a weary long while.
Now within the last week he has been at it again, just as if 'twas
yesterday."
"He has an old account-book on the table now, granny," said Ruth.
"Well," said Mrs. Craven, "we must humor him.--Don't you take any
notice, Miss O'Hara; don't contradict him, I mean."
Kathleen nodded. There was a look on Ruth's face which made her feel no
longer interested in the Irish potatoes. She slipped her hand inside her
friend's, and they went into the parlor. Mr. Craven was seated by the
fire. His white locks fell about his shoulders; there was a faint touch
of pink on each of his sallow cheeks, and his blue eyes were bright.
"Ah!" he said, raising his face when he saw Kathleen. "And is this the
little lady--the dear little lady--- from over the seas, from the heart
of Ireland itself? I was once in Ireland. I spent a month in Dublin, and
I bought the very best paper for packing my sugars and teas in that I
ever came across. Ah! I had a good time. We used to sit in Phoenix Park.
I liked Ireland, and I could welcome any Irish maiden.--Give me your
hand, missy; I am proud to see you."
Kathleen gave her hand. She came up close to the old man and said:
"Do you know, you have a look of my own old grandfather. He is dead and
in his grave; but he had white, white hair like yours. Do you mind if I
put my hand on your hair and stroke it just because of grandfather?"
"Ah, my dear, you may do what you like," said the old man. "And you have
been good to my little lass--my little woman here. She has told me you
have been good to her."
"She has been very good to me. I am glad to see you, Mr. Craven. I hope
when you get strong again you will come over and stay with father and
mother and me at Carrigrohane Castle."
"No, no, my love. There was a time when I'd have liked it well, but not
now. You see, dear--" his voice faltered and his eyes grew anxious--"I
must mind the shop. When a man doesn't attend to his own business,
accounts go wrong. Now there was quite a deficiency last week--the wrong
side of the ledger. It was really terrible. I think of it at night, and
when I wake first thing in the morning I remember it. I must get to my
accounts, little miss, but I am right glad to see you."
Kathleen felt a lump in her throat. Ruth, with her bright eyes fixed on
her grandfather, stood close by.
"But there!" said the old man hastily. "It's splendid for Ruth. She's
got into that school, and she's trying for a scholarship. I know what
Ruth tries for she will get, for her brain is of that fine quality that
could not brook defeat, and her mind is of that high order that it must
adjust itself to true learning. I was a bit of a scholar when I was
young, although I made my money in grocery. Well, well! Ruth is all
right. Even if the old man can't square up the ledger, Ruth is as right
as right can be. Thank you, Miss--I can't remember your name--- but
thank you, little Irish miss, for coming to see me; and good-bye."
Kathleen found herself outside the room. Mrs. Craven was not in the
kitchen. Ruth and Kathleen went into the garden.
"How can you stand it?" said Kathleen. "Doesn't it break your heart to
see him?"
"Oh no," said Ruth. "You see, I am accustomed to him. He talks like
that. I am sorry he is so bothered about the accounts, but perhaps that
phase will pass."
"He is so pleased about you and the scholarship."
"Yes," said Ruth. She turned pale. "Whatever happens," she added, "he
must never know."
"What do you mean about whatever happens?"
"He must never know if I do not get it. Good-bye now, Kathleen. I am
glad you have seen grandfather and granny. I must go back to granny now.
She is very tired; she gets so little rest at night."
Kathleen went slowly home. The meal was over at the Tennants', but
somehow her couple of potatoes had satisfied her. She felt much more
sober than she had done in the morning; she was inclined to think, to
consider her ways. She felt an uncomfortable sensation of being haunted
by the faces of Ruth and the old man.
"But of course Ruth will get her scholarship," she said to herself. "Of
course--of course her grandfather is right. Her brain is of the right
order, and her mind is attuned to learning. How nicely he spoke, and how
beautiful he looked--how like my dear old grandfather who has been with
God for so many years now."
There came a loud rat-tat at the front-door. David went out and brought
in a telegram. It was addressed to Kathleen. She opened it in some
surprise, and read the contents slowly. There was amazement on her face;
a feeling of consternation stole into her heart. The telegram, not a
long one, was from her father:
"Have just seen Aunt Katie O'Flynn. Do not approve of your
society. Squash the whole thing at once, or expect my serious
displeasure.--O'HARA."
"Is there an answer?" asked David.
"No," said Kathleen. "I mean yes. Yes, I suppose so. Can I have a form?
Mrs. Tennant, can I have a telegraph form?"
Mrs. Tennant began to hunt about for one. Telegrams were by no means
common things at the Tennants' house. David suggested that the messenger
boy might have one. This turned out to be the case. Kathleen began to
write, but she suddenly changed her mind.
"No, no; there is no answer," she said. "I can write by post."
She crushed the telegram up and thrust it into her pocket. After this
she went out for a little; she was too restless to stay still. The
fascination of the coming sport grew greater as obstacles appeared in
the way of its realization. Whatever her father might say, she could not
desert the girls who belonged to her society now.
"What can have ailed Aunt Katie to betray me in such a fashion?" she
thought.
She came home in time for tea; but, to her amazement she found another
telegram waiting for her. This was from Dublin, from Aunt Katie herself:
"Have told your father. He received letter from
school-mistress this morning. Very angry about Wild Irish
Girls. You must give the whole thing up or you will incur his
serious displeasure. Don't be a goose; nip the thing in the
bud immediately.--AUNT KATIE."
"But indeed I won't," thought Kathleen. "Whatever happens, we will have
our fun to-night. Whatever happens, neither father nor Aunt Katie, nor
Ruth Craven can keep me back."