AFTER MANY DAYS.
"I will paint her as I see her.
Ten times have the lilies blown
Since she looked upon the sun."
--BROWNING.
And ten years passed away.
It was a jocund morning in early spring. From the pine woods came the
soft twittering of innumerable birds, filling the air with melody; while
the soft, fragrant odor of the tall swinging pines came floating on
every passing breeze. The sun rose in unclouded splendor above the dark
tree-tops, and the bright waves of the Chesapeake danced and flashed in
the golden rays. No sound broke the deep, profound stillness of the
wide, dry moor; no living thing, save now and then some solitary bird
that skimmed along over the fern, was to be seen. Far away in every
direction nothing met the eye but the blue, unclouded sky above, and the
bleak, arid barrens below, that lay hot and dry in the glare of the
morning sunshine.
Suddenly the sylvan silence of the spot was broken by the clear, sweet
notes of a hunting-horn, that startled the echoes far and near, and the
next moment the forms of a horse and rider came dashing over the moor.
The horse was a splendid animal, a small, jet-black Arabian, with
graceful, tapering limbs, arching neck, flowing mane, and small, erect
head, and bright, fiery eyes. His rider was a young girl of some twelve
years, who sat her horse like an Arab hunter, and whose dark, unique
style of beauty merits a wider description.
She was very slight and rather tall for her age; but with a finely
proportioned figure, displayed now to the best advantage by her
well-fitting riding-habit--which consisted of a skirt of dark-green
cloth, a tight basque of black velvet. Her face was thin and dark and
somewhat elfish, but the olive skin was smooth as satin, and deepening
with deepest crimson in the thin cheeks and lips. Her forehead was low
broad, and polished; her saucy little nose decidedly _retrousse_; her
teeth like pearls, and her hands and feet perfect. And then her
eyes--such great, black, lustrous, glorious eyes, through which at times
a red light shone--such splendid eyes, vailed by long, jetty, silken
lashes, and arched by glossy black eyebrows, smooth and shining as
water-leeches--eyes full of fun, frolic, freedom, and dauntless
daring--eyes that would haunt the memory of the beholder for many a day.
Her hair, "woman's crowning glory," was of intensest blackness, and
clustered in short, dancing curls round her dark, bright, sparkling
face. In the shade those curls were of midnight darkness, but in
sunshine, red rings of fire shone through like tiny circlets of flame.
She wore a small, black velvet hat, whose long sable plume just touched
her warm, crimson cheek.
Such was the huntress, who with a pistol stuck in her belt, a little
rifle swung across her shoulder, dashed along over the moor, holding
the bridle lightly in one hand, and swinging jauntily, a silver-mounted
riding-whip in the other.
As she reached the center of the moor, she reined in her horse so
suddenly that he nearly reared upright, and then, lifting her little
silver bugle again to her lips, she blew a blast that echoed in notes of
clearest melody far over the heath.
This time her signal was answered--a loud shout from a spirited voice
met her ear, and in another instant another actor appeared upon the
scene.
He, too, was mounted, and rode his horse well. He was a tall, slender
stripling of about fifteen, and in some ways not unlike the girl. He had
the same dark complexion, the same fiery black eyes and hair; but there
all resemblance ceased. The look of saucy drollery on her face was
replaced on his by a certain fierce pride--an expression at once haughty
and daring. He was handsome, exceedingly, with regular, classical
features, a perfect form, and had that mark of high birth, the small and
exquisitely-shaped ear, and thin curving nostril. Erect he sat in his
saddle, like a young prince of the blood.
"_Bon matin_, Monsieur Raymond!" shouted the girl, as he gallantly
raised his cap and let the morning breeze lift his dark locks. "I
thought the sun would not find you in bed the first morning after your
return home. How does your serene highness find yourself?"
"In excellent health and spirits. I'm very much obliged to you--as our
friend Mr. Toosypegs would say," answered Master Raymond, for he it is,
as he laughingly rode up beside her. "Where's Ranty?"
"In bed. That fellow's as lazy as sin, and would rather lie there,
sleeping like some old grampus, than enjoy a ride over the hills the
finest morning that ever was."
"How do you know grampuses are fond of sleeping?" said Raymond.
"How do I know?" said the girl, in a high key, getting somewhat
indignant. "I know very well they are? Doesn't Miss Toosypegs, when
she's talking about Orlando sleeping in the morning, always say he's
'snoring like a grampus'? and if Miss Priscilla doesn't know, that's
been to England, and every place else, I would like to know who does!"
"Well, I've been to England, too," said Raymond.
"Yes, and a great deal of good it's done you!" said the young lady,
contemptuously. "But that's the way always. Ever since Ranty and you
went to college, you've got so stuck up, and full of Latin and Greek,
and stuff, there's no standing either of you. Last night, Ranty had to
go and ask aunt Deb for the bootjack in Latin, and when she couldn't
understand him, he went round kicking the cat and my nine beautiful
kittens, in the most awful manner that ever was; and swearing at her in
Greek--the hateful wretch!"
And Miss Petronilla Lawless scowled at Raymond, who laughed outright.
"Oh! come now, Pet, don't be angry!" he said. "Where's the use of
quarreling the very first morning we meet."
"Quarreling!" repeated Miss Pet, shortly: "I'm sure I don't want to
quarrel; but you're so aggravating. Boys always are just the hatefulest
things--"
"_Most_ hateful, Miss Lawless," amended Raymond, gravely. "There's a
great deal of good sense but bad grammar in that sentence. I don't like
boys myself half so well as I do girls--for instance, you're worth a
dozen of Ranty."
"Yes; you say so now, when Ranty ain't listening; but if you wanted to
go off on some mischief or other, I guess you wouldn't think of me. But
that's the way I'm always treated, pitched round like an old shoe,
without even daring to say a word for myself."
This melancholy view of things, more particularly the idea of Miss Pet's
not having a "word to say for herself," struck Raymond as so
inexpressibly ludicrous, that he gave vent to a shout of laughter.
"Yes, you may laugh!" said Pet, indignantly; "but it's true, and you
ought to be ashamed of yourself, making fun of people in this way. I am
not going to stand being imposed upon much longer, either! If Miss
Priscilla keeps snubbing and putting down Mr. Toosypegs all the time,
that ain't no reason why I'm to be snubbed and put down too--is it?"
"Why, Pet, what's the matter with you this morning?" exclaimed Raymond.
"I never knew you so cross; has the judge scolded you, or have you
bagged no game, or has your pony cast a shoe, or--"
"No, none of them things has happened!" broke in Pet, crossly. "I
suppose you'd keep on or, or, or-ing till doomsday, if I let you! It's
worse still, and I wouldn't mind much if you shot me on the spot!" said
Pet, in a tone of such deep desperation that Raymond looked at her in
real alarm.
"Why, Pet, what has happened?" he inquired, anxiously, "Nothing really
serious, I hope."
"Yes, it is really serious. I'm going to be sent to school--there now!"
said Pet, as near crying as an elf could be.
"Oh! is that all?" said Raymond, immeasurably relieved. "Well, I don't
see anything so very dreadful in that."
"Don't you, indeed?" exclaimed Pet, with flashing eyes. "Well, if
there's anything more dreadful, I'd like to know what it is! To be
cooped up in a great dismal dungeon of a schoolhouse from one year's end
to t'other, and never get a chance to sneeze without asking leave first.
I won't go, either, if I die for it!"
"And so you'll grow up and not know B from a cow's horn," said Raymond.
"I am sure you need to go bad enough."
"I don't need it, either!" angrily retorted Pet. "I can read first-rate
now, without spelling more than half the words; and write--I wish you
could see how beautifully I can make some of the letters!"
"Oh! I saw a specimen yesterday--Minnie showed it to me--looked as if a
hen had dipped her foot in an ink-bottle and clawed it over the paper."
"Why, you horrid, hateful, sassy----"
"Abandoned, impertinent young man!" interrupted Raymond. "There! I've
helped you out with it. And now look here, Pet, how do you expect to be
raised to the dignity of my wife, some day, if you don't learn
something? Why, when we are married, you'll have to make your mark!"
"I've a good mind to do that now with my whip!" exclaimed Pet,
flourishing it in dangerous proximity to his head. "Your wife, indeed! I
guess not! I'm to be a President's lady some day, Aunt Deb says. Catch
me marrying you!"
"Well, that will be your loss. Where is the judge going to send you?"
"Why, he says to the Sacred Heart; but I ain't gone yet! I'd a heap
sooner go to Judestown, with Minnie, to that school where all the boys
and girls go together. Oh, Ray! there are just the nicest boys ever was
there--'specially one with the beautifulest red cheeks, and the
loveliest bright buttons on his coat ever you seen!"
And Pet's eyes sparkled at the recollection.
"Who is he?" said Raymond, who did not look by any means so delighted as
Pet fancied he should.
"His name's Bobby Brown; and only he's all as yellow as the yolk of an
egg ever since he had the ja'nders, he'd be real pretty. But I'm getting
hungry, Ray. I'll race you to the cottage, and bet you anything I'll
beat you!"
"Done!" cried Ray, catching the excitement now sparkling in the dark,
brilliant face of the little fay beside him; and crushing his cap down
over his thick curls, he bounded after her as she dashed away.
But Pet was better mounted, and the best rider of the two; and a
ringing, triumphant laugh came borne tantalizingly to his ears as she
distanced him by full twenty yards, and galloped up to the little white
cottage on the Barrens.
"Fairly beaten!" he said, laughing, as he sprung off. "I am forced to
own myself conquered, though I hate to do it."
Though he laughed, his look of intense mortification showed how galling
was defeat.
"Ahem! and how do you expect to be raised to the dignity of my husband
some day, if you don't learn to ride better? Why, when we're married,
I'll have to give you lessons!" said Pet, demurely; though her wicked
eyes were twinkling with irrepressible fun under their long lashes.
"Oh, I see!" said Ray, gayly. "Poetical justice, eh? Paying me in my own
coin? Well, if you can beat me in riding, you can't in anything else!"
"Can't I, though?" said Pet, defiantly. "Just you try target-shooting,
or pulling a stroke oar with me, and you'll see! Schools where they
teach you the Greek for bootjack ain't the best places for learning them
sort of things, I reckon!"
The thunder of horses' hoofs had by this time brought another personage
to the stage.
It was Erminie--"sweet Erminie," the little beauty, and heiress of a
princely fortune and estate.
The promise of Erminie's childhood had been more than fulfilled.
Wondrously lovely she was! How could the child of Lord Ernest Villiers
and Lady Maude Percy be otherwise? She had still the same snowy skin of
her infancy, softly and brightly tinged with the most delicate pink on
the rounded cheeks; her face was perfectly oval, and almost transparent;
her eyes were of the deepest, darkest violet hue; her long curls, that
reached nearly to her waist, were like burnished gold, and the
snow-white forehead and tapering limbs were perfect. In spite of the
difference between them, though one was dark and impetuous, the other
fair and gentle, yet there was a resemblance between Raymond and
Erminie. You could see it most plainly when they smiled; it was the
smile of Lady Maude that lit up both faces with that strange, nameless
beauty.
"Oh, Pet! I'm so glad you've come!" she joyfully exclaimed. "Guess who's
here?"
"Who? Ranty?" said Pet.
"No, indeed. Mr. Toosypegs. He heard Ray was come, and rode over this
morning to see him."
"Oh, I must see Mr. Toosypegs!" exclaimed Ray, laughing, as he bounded
past the two girls, and sprung into the house.
It was a neat, pleasant little sitting-room, with white-muslin blinds in
the windows, that were already darkened with vines; clean, straw matting
on the floor and chairs, table, and ceiling fairly glistening with
cleanliness. There was a wide fireplace opposite the door, filled with
fragrant pine-boughs, and sitting in a low rocking-chair of Erminie's,
in the corner, was our old friend, Mr. O. C. Toosypegs, perfectly
unchanged in every respect since we saw him last.
"Why, Mr. Toosypegs, how do you do? I hope you have been quite well
since I saw you last!" cried the spirited voice of Ray as he grasped Mr.
Toosypegs's hand and gave it a cordial shake.
"Thank you, Master Raymond, I've been quite well, I'm very much obliged
to you," said Mr. Toosypegs, wriggling faintly in his grasp. "So is
Miss Toosypegs, so is Aunt Bob, and all the rest of the family--I'm very
much obliged to you."
"Dogs and all, I hope, Orlando?" said Pet, as she entered.
"Yes, Miss Pet, the dogs are quite well, I'm obliged to you. I hope you
feel pretty well yourself?"
"No, I ain't, then. I'm not well at all. I've been in a state of mind
all the week, and there's no telling how long it may last."
"Good gracious! you don't say so!" said the alarmed Mr. Toosypegs. "It's
not anything dangerous, I hope?"
"Well, people generally think the smallpox is dangerous!" began Pet,
with a sort of gloomy sternness, when she was interrupted by Mr.
Toosypegs, who, seizing his hat, rushed to the door, shrieking out:
"The smallpox! Oh, my gracious! Why, Miss Pet, how could you go to come
here, and give it to us all like this? Good gracious! for to think of
being all full of holes like a potato-steamer!" said Mr. Toosypegs,
wiping the cold perspiration off his face.
"But the smallpox ain't no circumstance to my trouble," went on Pet, as
if she hadn't heard him. "I'm going to be sent to school!"
"Come back, Mr. Toosypegs; she hasn't got the smallpox," said Ray,
laughing. "There is not the slightest danger, I assure you. Pet was only
using an illustration that time."
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Mr. Toosypegs, dropping into a chair and
wiping his face with his handkerchief, "if you didn't pretty near scare
the life out of me!"
"Well, you wouldn't be the first one I've scared the life out of!" said
Pet, swinging her riding-whip. "I'm apt to astonish people now and
then!"
"I should think so," said Ray. "Do you remember the night she coaxed you
out sailing with her, Mr. Toosypegs, and upset the boat; and then added
insult to injury by pulling you on shore by the hair of your head? That
was an awful trick, Pet."
"I haven't got it out of my bones yet," said Mr. Toosypegs, mournfully.
"I never expected such treatment from. Miss Pet, I'm sure, and I don't
know what I had ever done to deserve it."
"Well, don't be mad, Orlando. I'll never do it again," said Pet, in a
deeply-penitent tone. "But, I say, Minnie, when we are going to have
breakfast? I've an awful appetite this morning."
"In a moment. Hurry, Lucy," said Erminie, as she entered the room.
"I was just up-stairs, bringing grandmother her breakfast."
"Hem! How is the old lady?" inquired Miss Pet.
"As well as usual. She hardly ever comes down-stairs now. Do hurry,
Lucy. Miss Lawless will soon be starved, if you keep on so slowly!"
"Lor' sakes! I is hurryin', Miss Minnie," said Lucy, as, she bustled in,
drew out a small, round table, laid the cloth, and prepared to arrange
the breakfast-service. "'Spect dat ar' little limb t'inks folks ought to
git up de night afore, to have breakfast ready time 'nuff for her,"
muttered Lucy to herself, looking daggers at Pet Lawless, who, swinging
her riding-hat in one hand and her whip in the other, watched Lucy's
motions with a critical eye. Erminie, with her sunny face and ready
hands, assisted in the arrangements; and soon the whole party were
assembled round the table, doing ample justice to Lucy's morning meal.
And while they were thus engaged, I shall claim your patience for a
moment, dear reader, while we cast a brief retrospective glance over the
various changes that have occurred during those ten years.
By the kind care of good-natured Mr. Toosypegs, and his friend, Admiral
Havenful, the gipsy Ketura had been amply provided for. As Raymond and
Erminie grew up, they had been sent to Judestown to school, with the
children of Judge Lawless, whose daughter, Miss Pet, has already been
introduced to the reader. The dark, gloomy recluse, Ketura, was an
object of dread and dislike to the neighborhood around. She shunned and
avoided them, lived her own inward life independent of them all, and was
therefore hated by them. And when, about a year previous to the present,
time, she received a severe paralytic stroke, from the effects of which
she never fully recovered, very little sorrow was felt or expressed.
Sweet, gentle little Erminie was, however, a favorite with all, and so
was the bold, bright, high-spirited Raymond, to whom the somewhat
eccentric old Admiral Havenful took such a fancy that he insisted on
sending him to college with his nephew, Ranty, or Randolph Lawless. To
college, therefore, the boys went; and Erminie remained at the Barrens,
and went every fine day to Judestown to the district school, sometimes,
but very rarely, accompanied by Pet Lawless; for that wild young lady
voted schools and school-teachers and "Committee men," unmitigated
bores, all, and preferred her own "sweet will" and her pony Starlight to
suffering through "reading, writin' and refmetic." In vain her father,
the judge, stormed and threatened her with all sorts of calamities. Pet,
metaphysically speaking, snapped her finger in the face of all
authority; and the more they wanted her to go, the more she wouldn't,
though she _did_ offer to do her best to learn if they would let her go
with Ray and Ranty. But gaiters were things forbidden inside the college
gates; and besides Ranty very ungallantly protested that all girls in
general, and "our Pet" in particular, were nothing but "pests," and that
he wouldn't have her near him at any price. Master Ranty Lawless did not
like the female persuasion, and once gruffly announced that _his_ idea
of heaven was, a place where boys could do as they liked, and where
there were no girls. So as Pet had no mother to look after her, and
queened it over the servants at home, she grew up pretty much as she
liked, and was noted far and near as the wildest, maddest,
skip-over-the-moon madcap that ever threw a peaceable community into
convulsions.
This much being premised, it is only necessary to say that Ray and Ranty
had returned from college for a few months' vacation, the day previous
to the commencement of this chapter, and then go on with our story.
"When is Miss Priscilla coming over, Mr. Toosypegs?" asked Erminie, as
she filled for the third time his cup with fragrant, golden coffee.
"'Morrer evening," replied Mr. Toosypegs, speaking with his mouth full;
"she's going to bring you a parcel of muslin things to work for her."
"The collar and cape she was speaking of, I guess," said Erminie, with
her pleasant smile.
"How in the world, Ermie," exclaimed Pet, "do you find time to work for
everybody? I never saw you a moment idle yet."
"Well, it is pleasanter to be doing something," said Erminie; "and
besides, Miss Priscilla can't do fine sewing, her eyes are so weak, you
know. I can't bear to sit still and do nothing; I like to sew, or read,
or something."
"Ugh! sewing is the most horrid thing," said Pet, with a shrug; "I don't
mind reading a pretty story to pass time now and then; but to sit down
and go stitch--stitch--stitching, for hours steady--well, I know I'd
soon be in a strait-jacket if I tried it, that's all! I was reading a
real nice book the other night."
"What was it?" asked Ray. "I _should_ like to see the book you would
like to read."
"Well, there ain't many I like, but, oh! this one was ever so nice. It
was all about a hateful old Jew who lent money to a man that wanted to
go somewhere a-courting; and then this Jew wanted to cut off a pound of
his flesh, to eat, I expect--the nasty old cannibal! And then this lady,
I forget her name, came and dressed herself up in man's clothes, and got
him--the fellow who went courting, you know--off somewheres. Oh, it was
splendid! I'll lend you the book, sometime, Minnie."
"Why, it must have been the 'Merchant of Venice' you read," said Ray,
"though such a jumbled up account of it as that, I never heard. I'll go
over for the book to-morrow and read it to Min, if she cares about
hearing it."
Before Erminie could reply, a surprised ejaculation from Pet made her
turn quickly round. Ray's eyes wandered in the same direction, while Mr.
Toosypegs sprung from his seat in terror; thereby badly scalding himself
with the hot coffee, at the sight which met his astonished eyes.