AT THE PARK.
Frank had at first grown faster than his wife, and the change in his
manner had been more perceptible; for with all her foolishness Dolly had
a keener sense of right, and wrong, and justice than her husband. She
had opposed him stoutly when he raised his own salary from $4,000 to
$6,000 a year, on the plea that his services were worth it, and that two
thousand more or less was nothing to Arthur; and when he was a
candidate for the Legislature she had protested against his inviting to
the house and giving beer and cider to the men whose votes he wanted,
and for whom as men he did not care a farthing; but when he came up for
Congress she forgot all her scruples, and was as anxious as himself to
please those who could help him secure the nomination and afterward the
election. It was she who had proposed the party, to which nearly
everybody was to be invited, from old Peterkin, and Widow Shipleigh, to
Mr. and Mrs. St. Claire from Grassy Spring, Squire Harrington from
Collingwood, and Grace Atherton from Brier Hill. Very few who could in
any way help Frank to a seat in Congress were omitted from the list,
whether Republican or Democrat; for Frank was popular with both parties,
and expected help from both. Over three hundred cards had been issued
for the party, which was the absorbing topic of conversation in the
town, and which brought white kids and white muslins into great
requisition, while swallow-tails and non-swallow-tails were discussed in
the privacy of households, and discarded or decided upon according to
the length of the masculine purse or the strength of the masculine
resistance, for dresscoats were not then the rule in Shannondale. Old
Peterkin, however, whom Frank in his soliloquy had designated a _canal
bummer_, was resolved to show that he knew what was _au fait_ for the
occasion and a new suit throughout was in progress of making for him.
"Tracy should have his vote and that of fifty more of the boys to pay
for his ticket to the doin's," he said; and this speech, which was
reported to Mrs. Tracy, reconciled her to the prospect of receiving as a
guest the coarsest, roughest man in town, whose only recommendation was
his money and the brute influence he exercised over a certain class.
Dolly had scarcely slept for excitement since the party had been decided
upon, and everything seemed to be moving on very smoothly until the
morning of the day appointed for the party, when it seemed as if every
evil came at once. First the colored boy, who was to wait in the upper
hall, was attacked with measles. Then Grace Atherton drove round to say
that it would be impossible for her to be present, as she had received
news from New York which made it necessary for her to go there by the
next train. She was exceedingly sorry, she said, and for once in her
life Grace was sincere. She _was_ anxious to attend the party, for, as
she said to Edith St. Claire in confidence, she wanted to see old
Peterkin in his swallow-tail and white vest, with a shirt-front as big
as a platter. There was a great deal of sarcasm and ridicule in Grace
Atherton's nature, but at heart she was kind and meant to be just, and
after a fashion really liked Mrs. Tracy, to whom she had been of service
in various ways, helping her to fill her new position more gracefully
than she could otherwise have done, and enlightening her without seeming
to do so on many points which puzzled her sorely. On the whole they were
good friends, and, after expressing her regret that she could not be
present in the evening, Grace stood a few moments chatting familiarly
and offering to send over flowers from her greenhouse, and her own maid
to arrange Mrs. Tracy's hair and assist her in dressing. Then she took
her leave, and it was her carriage which Mrs. Tracy was watching as it
went down the avenue, when little Harold Hastings appeared around the
corner of the house, and, coming up the steps, took off his cap
respectfully, as he said:
"Grandma sends you her compliments, and is very sorry that she has
rheumatism this morning, and can't come to-night to help you. She
thinks, perhaps, you can get Mrs. Mosher."
"Your grandmother can't come, when I depended so much upon her; and she
thinks I can get Mrs. Mosher, that termagant, who would raise a mutiny
in the kitchen in an hour!" Mrs. Tracy said, so sharply that a flush
mounted to the handsome face of the boy, who felt as if he were in some
way a culprit and being reprimanded. "She must come, if she does nothing
but sit in the kitchen and keep order," was Mrs. Tracy's next remark.
"She can't," Harold replied; "her foot and ankle is all swelled, and
aches so she almost cries. She is awful sorry, and so am I, for I was
coming with her to see the show."
This put a new idea into Mrs. Tracy's mind, and she said to the boy:
"How would you like to come any way, and stay in the upper hall, and
tell the people where to go? The boy I engaged has disappointed me. You
are rather small for the place, but I guess you'll do, and I will give
you fifty cents."
"I'd like it first-rate," Harold said, his face brightening at the
thought of earning fifty cents and seeing the show at the same time.
Half-dollars were not very plentiful with Harold, and he was trying to
save enough to buy his grandmother a pair of spectacles, for he had
heard her say that she could not thread her needle as readily as she
once did, and must have glasses as soon as she had the money to spare.
Harold had seen a pair at the drug-store for one dollar, and without
knowing at all whether they would fit his grandmother's eyes or not, had
asked the druggist to keep them until he had the required amount. Fifty
cents would just make it, and he promised at once that he would come;
but in an instant there fell a shadow upon his face as he thought of
_Tom_, his tormenter, who worried him so much.
"What is it?" Mrs. Tracy asked, as she detected in him a disposition to
reconsider.
"Will Tom be up in the hall?" Harold asked.
"Of course not," Mrs. Tracy replied. "He will be in the parlors until
ten o'clock, and then he will go to bed. Why do you ask?"
"Because," Harold answered, fearlessly, "if he was to be there, I could
not come; he chaffs me so and twits me with being poor and living in a
house his uncle gave us."
"That is very naughty in him, and I will see that he behaves better in
future," Mrs. Tracy said, rather amused than otherwise at the boy's
frankness.
As the mention of the uncle reminded Harold of the telegram, he took it
from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Mr. Tracy said I was to bring you this. It's from Mr. Arthur, and he is
coming to-night. I'm so glad, and grandma will be, too!"
If Mrs. Tracy heard the last of Harold's speech she did not heed it, for
she had caught the words that Arthur was coming that night, and, for a
moment, she felt giddy and faint, and her hand shook so she could
scarcely open the telegram.
Arthur had been gone so long and left them in undisputed possession of
the park, that she had come to feel as if it belonged to them by right,
and she had grown so accustomed to a life of ease and luxury, that to
give it up now and go back to Langley seemed impossible to her.
It never occurred to Dolly that they might possibly remain at the park
if Arthur did come home. She felt sure they could not, for Arthur would
hardly approve of his brother's stewardship when he came to realize how
much it had cost him. They would have to leave, and this party she was
giving would be her first and last at Tracy Park. How she wished she had
never thought of it, or, having thought of it, that she had omitted from
the list those who, she knew, would be obnoxious to the foreign brother,
and who had only been invited for the sake of their political influence,
which might now be useless, for Frank Tracy as a nobody, with very
little money to spend, would not run as well, even in his own party, as
Frank Tracy of Tracy Park, with thousands at his command if he chose to
take them.
"It is too bad, and I wish we could give up the party," she said aloud,
forgetting that Harold was still standing there. "You here yet? I
thought you had gone!" she continued, as she recovered herself and met
the boy's wondering eyes.
"Yes'm; but you ain't going to give the party up?" he said, afraid of
losing his half dollar.
"Of course not. How can I, with all the people invited?" she asked,
questioningly, and a little less sharply.
"I don't know, unless I get a pony and go round and tell 'em not to
come," Harold suggested, thinking he might earn his fifty cents as
easily that way as any other.
But, much as Mrs. Tracy wished the party had never been thought of, she
could not now abandon it, and declining the services of Harold and the
pony, she again bade him go home, with a charge that he should be on
time in the evening, adding, as she surveyed him critically:
"If you have no clothes suitable, you can wear some of Tom's. You are
about his size."
"Thank you; I have my meetin' clothes, and do not want Tom's," was
Harold's reply, as he walked away, thinking he would go in rags before
he would wear anything which belonged to his enemy, Tom Tracy.
The rest of the morning was passed by Mrs. Frank in a most unhappy frame
of mind, and she was glad when at an hour earlier than she had reason to
expect him, her husband came home.
"Well, Dolly," he said, the moment they were alone, "this is awfully
unlucky, the whole business. If Arthur must come home, why couldn't he
have written in advance, and not take us by surprise? Looks as if he
meant to spring a trap on us, don't it? And if he does, by Jove, he has
caught us nicely. It will be somewhat like the prodigal son, who heard
the sound of music and dancing, only I don't suppose Arthur has spent
his substance in riotous living, with not over nice people; but there is
no telling what he has been up to all these years that he has not
written to us. Perhaps he is married. He said in his telegram, 'Send to
meet _us_.' What does that mean, if not a wife?"
"A wife? Oh, Frank!" and with a great gasp Dolly sank down upon the
lounge near where she was standing, and actually went into the hysterics
her husband had prophesied.
In reading the telegram she had not noticed the little monosyllable
"_us_," which was now affecting her so powerfully. Of course it meant a
wife and possibly children, and her day was surely over at Tracy Park.
It was in vain that her husband tried to comfort her, saying that they
knew nothing positively, except that Arthur was coming home and somebody
was coming with him; it might be a friend, or, what was more likely, it
might be a valet; and at all events he was not going to cross Fox River
till he reached it, when he might find a bridge across it.
But Frank's reasoning did not console his wife, whose hysterical fit was
succeeded by a racking headache, which by night was almost unbearable.
Strong coffee, aconite, brandy, and belladonna, were all tried without
effect. Nothing helped her until she commenced her toilet, when in the
excitement of dressing she partly forgot her disquietude, and the pain
in her head grew less. Still she was conscious of a feeling of
wretchedness and regret as she sat in her handsome boudoir and felt
that on the morrow another might be mistress where she had reigned so
long.
It was known in the house that Arthur was expected, and some one with
him, but no hint had been given of a wife, and Mrs. Tracy had ordered
separate rooms prepared for the strangers, who were to arrive on the
half-past ten train. How she should manage to keep up and appear natural
until that time she did not know, and her face and eyes wore an anxious,
frightened look, which all her finery could not hide. And still she was
really very handsome and striking in her dress of peach blow satin, and
lace, when at last she descended to the drawing-room and stood waiting
for the first ring which would open the party.