_AT KITTY'S BALL._
Rose had no new gown to wear on this festive occasion, and gave one
little sigh of regret as she put on the pale blue silk, refreshed with
clouds of _gaze de Chambrey_. But a smile followed, very bright and
sweet, as she added the clusters of forget-me-not which Charlie had
conjured up through the agency of an old German florist: for one part
of her plan _had_ been carried out, and Prince was invited to be her
escort, much to his delight; though he wisely made no protestations of
any sort, and showed his gratitude by being a model gentleman. This
pleased Rose; for the late humiliation and a very sincere desire to
atone for it, gave him an air of pensive dignity which was very
effective.
Aunt Clara could not go; for a certain new cosmetic, privately used to
improve the once fine complexion, which had been her pride till late
hours impaired it, had brought out an unsightly eruption, reducing her
to the depths of woe, and leaving her no solace for her disappointment
but the sight of the elegant velvet dress spread forth upon her bed in
melancholy state.
So Aunt Jessie was chaperon, to Rose's great satisfaction, and looked
as "pretty as a pink," Archie thought, in her matronly pearl-colored
gown, with a dainty trifle of rich lace on her still abundant hair. He
was very proud of his little mamma, and as devoted as a lover, "to
keep his hand in against Phebe's return," she said laughingly, when he
brought her a nosegay of blush-roses to light up her quiet costume.
A happier mother did not live than Mrs. Jessie, as she sat contentedly
beside Sister Jane (who graced the frivolous scene in a serious black
gown with a diadem of purple asters nodding above her severe brow),
both watching their boys with the maternal conviction that no other
parent could show such remarkable specimens as these. Each had done
her best according to her light; and years of faithful care were now
beginning to bear fruit in the promise of goodly men, so dear to the
hearts of true mothers.
Mrs. Jessie watched her three tall sons with something like wonder;
for Archie was a fine fellow, grave and rather stately, but full of
the cordial courtesy and respect we see so little of now-a-days, and
which is the sure sign of good home-training. "The cadets," as Will
and Geordie called themselves, were there as gorgeous as you please;
and the agonies they suffered that night with tight boots and stiff
collars no pen can fitly tell. But only to one another did they
confide these sufferings, in the rare moments of repose when they
could stand on one aching foot with heads comfortably sunken inside
the excruciating collars, which rasped their ears and made the lobes
thereof a pleasing scarlet. Brief were these moments, however; and
the Spartan boys danced on with smiling faces, undaunted by the hidden
anguish which preyed upon them "fore and aft," as Will expressed it.
Mrs. Jane's pair were an odd contrast, and even the stern
disciplinarian herself could not help smiling as she watched them.
Steve was superb, and might have been married on the spot, so
superfine was his broadcloth, glossy his linen, and perfect the fit of
his gloves; while pride and happiness so fermented in his youthful
bosom, that there would have been danger of spontaneous combustion if
dancing had not proved a safety-valve; for his strong sense of the
proprieties would not permit him to vent his emotions in any other
way.
Kitty felt no such restraint, and looked like a blissful little gypsy,
with her brunette prettiness set off by a dashing costume of cardinal
and cream color, and every hair on her head curled in a Merry
Pecksniffian crop; for youth was her strong point, and she much
enjoyed the fact that she had been engaged three times before she was
nineteen.
To see her and Steve spin round the room was a sight to bring a smile
to the lips of the crustiest bachelor or saddest spinster; for happy
lovers are always a pleasing spectacle, and two such merry little
grigs as these are seldom seen.
Mac, meantime, with glasses astride of his nose, surveyed his
brother's performances "on the light fantastic" very much as a
benevolent Newfoundland would the gambols of a toy terrier, receiving
with thanks the hasty hints for his guidance which Steve breathed into
his ear as he passed, and forgetting all about them the next minute.
When not thus engaged, Mac stood about with his thumbs in his vest
pockets, regarding the lively crowd like a meditative philosopher of a
cheerful aspect, often smiling to himself at some whimsical fancy of
his own, knitting his brows as some bit of ill-natured gossip met his
ear, or staring with undisguised admiration as a beautiful face or
figure caught his eye.
"I hope that girl knows what a treasure she has got. But I doubt if
she ever fully appreciates it," said Mrs. Jane, bringing her
spectacles to bear upon Kitty, as she whisked by, causing quite a gale
with her flying skirts.
"I think she will: for Steve has been so well brought up, she cannot
but see and feel the worth of what she has never had; and being so
young she will profit by it," answered Mrs. Jessie, softly; thinking
of the days when she and her Jem danced together, just betrothed.
"I've done my duty by both the boys, and done it _thoroughly_: or
their father would have spoilt them; for he's no more idea of
discipline than a child," and Aunt Jane gave her own palm a smart rap
with her closed fan, emphasizing the word "thoroughly" in a most
suggestive manner.
"I've often wished I had your firmness, Jane: but, after all, I'm not
sure that I don't like my own way best, at least with my boys; for
plenty of love, and plenty of patience, seem to have succeeded pretty
well;" and Aunt Jessie lifted the nosegay from her lap, feeling as if
that unfailing love and patience were already blooming into her life,
as beautifully as the sweet-breathed roses given by her boy refreshed
and brightened these long hours of patient waiting in a corner.
"I don't deny that you've done well, Jessie; but you've been let
alone, and had no one to hold your hand or interfere. If my Mac had
gone to sea as your Jem did, I never should have been as severe as I
am. Men are so perverse and short-sighted, they don't trouble about
the future as long as things are quiet and comfortable in the
present," continued Mrs. Jane, quite forgetting that the short-sighted
partner of the firm, physically speaking at least, was herself.
"Ah, yes! we mothers love to foresee and foretell our children's lives
even before they are born, and are very apt to be disappointed if they
do not turn out as we planned. I know I am: yet I really have no cause
to complain, and am learning to see that all we can do is to give the
dear boys good principles, and the best training we may, then leave
them to finish what we have begun;" and Mrs. Jessie's eye wandered
away to Archie, dancing with Rose, quite unconscious what a pretty
little castle in the air tumbled down when he fell in love with
Phebe.
"Right, quite right: on that point we agree exactly. I have spared
nothing to give my boys good principles and good habits, and I am
willing to trust them anywhere. Nine times did I whip my Steve to cure
him of fibbing, and over and over again did Mac go without his dinner
rather than wash his hands. But I whipped and starved them both into
obedience, and _now_ I have my reward," concluded the "stern parent,"
with a proud wave of the fan, which looked very like a ferule, being
as big, hard, and uncompromising as such an article could be.
Mrs. Jessie gave a mild murmur of assent, but could not help thinking,
with a smile, that, in spite of their early tribulations, the sins for
which the boys suffered had got a little mixed in their results; for
fibbing Steve was now the tidy one, and careless Mac the truth-teller.
But such small contradictions will happen in the best-regulated
families, and all perplexed parents can do is to keep up a steadfast
preaching and practising, in the hope that it will bear fruit
sometime; for according to the old proverb,--
"'Children pick up words as pigeons pease,
To utter them again as God shall please.'"
"I hope they won't dance the child to death among them; for each one
seems bound to have his turn, even your sober Mac," said Mrs. Jessie,
a few minutes later, as she saw Archie hand Rose over to his cousin,
who carried her off with an air of triumph from several other
claimants.
"She's very good to him, and her influence is excellent; for he is of
an age now when a young woman's opinion has more weight than an old
one's. Though he is always good to his mother, and I feel as if I
should take great comfort in him. He's one of the sort who will not
marry till late, if ever, being fond of books and a quiet life,"
responded Mrs. Jane, remembering how often her son had expressed his
belief that philosophers should not marry, and brought up Plato as an
example of the serene wisdom only to be attained by a single man,
while her husband sided with Socrates, for whom he felt a profound
sympathy, though he didn't dare to own it.
"Well, I don't know about that. Since my Archie surprised me by losing
his heart as he did, I'm prepared for any thing, and advise you to do
likewise. I really shouldn't wonder if Mac did something remarkable in
that line, though he shows no signs of it yet, I confess," answered
Mrs. Jessie, laughing.
"It won't be in that direction, you may be sure; for _her_ fate is
sealed. Dear me, how sad it is to see a superior girl, like that,
about to throw herself away on a handsome scapegrace. I won't mention
names, but you understand me;" and Mrs. Jane shook her head, as if she
_could_ mention the name of one superior girl who had thrown herself
away, and now saw the folly of it.
"I'm very anxious, of course, and so is Alec: but it may be the saving
of one party, and the happiness of the other; for some women love to
give more than they receive," said Mrs. Jessie, privately wondering,
for the thousandth time, why brother Mac ever married the learned Miss
Humphries.
"You'll see that it won't prosper; and I shall always maintain that a
wife cannot entirely undo a mother's work. Rose will have her hands
full if she tries to set all Clara's mistakes right," answered Aunt
Jane, grimly; then began to fan violently as their hostess approached
to have a dish of chat about "our dear young people."
Rose was in a merry mood that night, and found Mac quite ready for
fun, which was fortunate, since her first remark set them off on a
droll subject.
"O Mac! Annabel has just confided to me that she is engaged to Fun
See! Think of her going to housekeeping in Canton some day, and having
to order rats, puppies, and birds'-nest soup for dinner," whispered
Rose, too much amused to keep the news to herself.
"By Confucius! isn't that a sweet prospect?" and Mac burst out
laughing, to the great surprise of his neighbors, who wondered what
there was amusing about the Chinese sage. "It is rather alarming,
though, to have these infants going on at this rate. Seems to be
catching; a new sort of scarlet-fever, to judge by Annabel's cheeks
and Kitty's gown," he added, regarding the aforesaid ladies with eyes
still twinkling with merriment.
"Don't be ungallant, but go and do likewise; for it is all the
fashion. I heard Mrs. Van tell old Mrs. Joy that it was going to be a
marrying year; so you'll be sure to catch it," answered Rose, reefing
her skirts; for, with all his training, Mac still found it difficult
to keep his long legs out of the man-traps.
"It doesn't look like a painful disease; but I must be careful, for
I've no time to be ill now. What are the symptoms?" asked Mac, trying
to combine business with pleasure, and improve his mind while doing
his duty.
"If you ever come back I'll tell you," laughed Rose, as he danced away
into the wrong corner, bumped smartly against another gentleman, and
returned as soberly as if that was the proper figure.
"Well, tell me 'how not to do it,'" he said, subsiding for a moment's
talk when Rose had floated to and fro in her turn.
"Oh! you see some young girl who strikes you as particularly
charming,--whether she really is or not doesn't matter a bit,--and you
begin to think about her a great deal, to want to see her, and to get
generally sentimental and absurd," began Rose, finding it difficult to
give a diagnosis of the most mysterious disease under the sun.
"Don't think it sounds enticing. Can't I find an antidote somewhere;
for if it is in the air this year I'm sure to get it, and it may be
fatal," said Mac, who felt pretty lively and liked to make Rose merry;
for he suspected that she had a little trouble from a hint Dr. Alec
had given him.
"I hope you will catch it, because you'll be so funny."
"Will you take care of me as you did before, or have you got your
hands full?"
"I'll help; but really with Archie and Steve and--Charlie, I shall
have enough to do. You'd better take it lightly the first time, and so
won't need much care."
"Very well, how shall I begin? Enlighten my ignorance and start me
right, I beg."
"Go about and see people; make yourself agreeable, and not sit in
corners observing other people as if they were puppets dancing for
your amusement. I heard Mrs. Van once say that propinquity works
wonders; and she ought to know, having married off two daughters, and
just engaged a third to 'a most charming young man.'"
"Good lack! the cure sounds worse than the disease. Propinquity, hey?
Why, I may be in danger this identical moment, and can't flee for my
life," said Mac, gently catching her round the waist for a general
waltz.
"Don't be alarmed, but mind your steps; for Charlie is looking at us,
and I want you to do your best. That's perfect: take me quite round;
for I love to waltz, and seldom get a good turn except with you boys,"
said Rose, smiling up at him approvingly, as his strong arm guided her
among the revolving couples, and his feet kept time without a fault.
"This certainly is a great improvement on the chair business, to
which I have devoted myself with such energy that I've broken the
backs of two partners and dislocated the arm of the old rocker. I took
an occasional turn with that heavy party, thinking it good practice in
case I ever happen to dance with stout ladies," and Mac nodded toward
Annabel, pounding gaily away with Mr. Tokio, whose yellow countenance
beamed as his beady eyes rested on his plump _fiancée_.
Pausing in the midst of her merriment at the image of Mac and the old
rocking-chair, Rose said reprovingly,--
"Though a heathen Chinee, Fun puts you to shame; for _he_ did not ask
foolish questions, but went a wooing like a sensible little man; and
I've no doubt Annabel will be very happy."
"Choose me a suitable divinity, and I will try to adore. Can I do more
than that to retrieve my character?" answered Mac, safely landing his
partner, and plying the fan according to instructions.
"How would Emma do?" inquired Rose, whose sense of the ludicrous was
strong, and who could not resist the temptation of horrifying Mac by
the suggestion.
"Never! It sets my teeth on edge to look at her to-night. I suppose
that dress is 'a sweet thing just out;' but, upon my word, she reminds
me of nothing but a harlequin ice," and Mac turned his back on her
with a shudder; for he was sensitive to discords of all kinds.
"She certainly does; and that mixture of chocolate, pea green, and
pink is simply detestable, though many people would consider it
decidedly 'chic,' to use her favorite word. I suppose you will dress
your wife like a Spartan matron of the time of Lycurgus," added Rose,
much tickled by his new conceit.
"I'll wait till I get her before I decide. But one thing I'm sure
of,--she shall _not_ dress like a Greek dancer of the time of
Pericles," answered Mac, regarding with great disfavor a young lady
who, having a statuesque figure, affected drapery of the scanty and
clinging description.
"Then it is of no use to suggest that classic creature; so, as you
reject my first attempts, I won't go on, but look about me quietly,
and you had better do the same. Seriously, Mac, more gayety and less
study would do you good; for you will grow old before your time, if
you shut yourself up and pore over books so much."
"I don't believe there is a younger or a jollier feeling fellow in the
room than I am, though I may not conduct myself like a dancing
dervish. But I own you may be right about the books; for there are
many sorts of intemperance, and a library is as irresistible to me as
a bar-room to a toper. I shall have to sign a pledge, and cork up the
only bottle that tempts me,--my inkstand."
"I'll tell you how to make it easier to abstain. Stop studying, and
write a novel into which you can put all your wise things, and so
clear your brains for a new start by and by. Do: I should _so_ like
to read it," cried Rose, delighted with the project; for she was sure
Mac could do any thing he liked in that line.
"First live, then write. How can I go to romancing till I know what
romance means?" he asked soberly, feeling that so far he had had very
little in his life.
"Then you must find out, and nothing will help you more than to love
some one very much. Do as I've advised, and be a modern Diogenes going
about with spectacles, instead of a lantern, in search, not of an
honest man, but a perfect woman. I do hope you will be successful,"
and Rose made her courtesy as the dance ended.
"I don't expect perfection, but I _should_ like one as good as they
ever make them now-a-days. If you are looking for the honest man, I
wish you success in return," said Mac, relinquishing her fan with a
glance of such sympathetic significance that a quick flush of feeling
rose to the girl's face, as she answered very low,--
"If honesty was all I wanted, I certainly have found it in you."
Then she went away with Charlie, who was waiting for his turn, and Mac
roamed about, wondering if anywhere in all that crowd his future wife
was hidden, saying to himself, as he glanced from face to face, quite
unresponsive to the various allurements displayed,--
"What care I how fair she be,
If she be not fair for me?"
Just before supper, several young ladies met in the dressing-room to
repair damages; and, being friends, they fell into discourse, as they
smoothed their locks, and had their tattered furbelows sewed or pinned
up by the neat-handed Phillis in waiting.
When each had asked the other, "How do I look to-night, dear?" and
been answered with reciprocal enthusiasm, "Perfectly lovely, darling!"
Kitty said to Rose, who was helping her to restore order out of the
chaos to which much exercise had reduced her curls,--
"By the way, young Randal is dying to be presented to you. May I after
supper?"
"No, thank you," answered Rose, very decidedly.
"Well, I'm sure I don't see why not," began Kitty, looking displeased,
but not surprised.
"I think you do, else why didn't you present him when he asked? You
seldom stop to think of etiquette: why did you now?"
"I didn't like to do it till I had--you are so particular--I thought
you'd say 'No;' but I couldn't tell him so," stammered Kitty, feeling
that she had better have settled the matter herself; for Rose _was_
very particular, and had especial reason to dislike this person,
because he was not only a dissipated young reprobate himself, but
seemed possessed of Satan to lead others astray likewise.
"I don't wish to be rude, dear: but I really must decline; for I
cannot know such people, even though I meet them here," said Rose,
remembering Charlie's revelations on New-Year's night, and hardening
her heart against the man who had been his undoing on that as well as
on other occasions, she had reason to believe.
"I couldn't help it! Old Mr. Randal and papa are friends; and, though
I spoke of it, brother Alf wouldn't hear of passing that bad boy
over," explained Kitty, eagerly.
"Yet Alf forbade your driving or skating with him; for he knows better
than we how unfit he is to come among us."
"I'd drop him to-morrow if I could; but I must be civil in my own
house. His mother brought him, and he won't dare to behave here as he
does at their bachelor parties."
"She ought not to have brought him till he had shown some desire to
mend his ways. It is none of my business, I know; but I do wish people
wouldn't be so inconsistent, letting boys go to destruction, and then
expecting us girls to receive them like decent people." Rose spoke in
an energetic whisper, but Annabel heard her, and exclaimed, as she
turned round with a powder-puff in her hand,--
"My goodness, Rose! what is all that about going to destruction?"
"She is being strong-minded; and I don't very much blame her in this
case. But it leaves me in a dreadful scrape," said Kitty, supporting
her spirits with a sniff of aromatic vinegar.
"I appeal to you, since you heard me, and there's no one here but
ourselves: do you consider young Randal a nice person to know?" and
Rose turned to Annabel and Emma with an anxious eye; for she did not
find it easy to abide by her principles when so doing annoyed friends.
"No, indeed: he's perfectly horrid! Papa says he and Gorham are the
wildest young men he knows, and enough to spoil the whole set. I'm so
glad I've got no brothers," responded Annabel, placidly powdering her
pink arms, quite undeterred by the memory of sundry white streaks left
on sundry coat-sleeves.
"_I_ think that sort of scrupulousness is very ill-bred, if you'll
excuse my saying so, Rose. _We_ are not supposed to know any thing
about fastness, and wildness, and so on; but to treat every man alike,
and not be fussy and prudish," said Emma, settling her many-colored
streamers with the superior air of a woman of the world, aged twenty.
"Ah! but we do know; and, if our silence and civility have no effect,
we ought to try something else, and not encourage wickedness of any
kind. We needn't scold and preach, but we _can_ refuse to know such
people; and that will do some good, for they don't like to be shunned
and shut out from respectable society. Uncle Alec told me not to know
that man, and I won't." Rose spoke with unusual warmth, forgetting
that she could not tell the real reason for her strong prejudice
against "that man."
"Well, _I_ know him: _I_ think him very jolly, and I'm engaged to
dance the German with him after supper. He leads quite as well as your
cousin Charlie, and is quite as fascinating, some people think,"
returned Emma, tossing her head disdainfully; for Prince Charming did
not worship at her shrine, and it piqued her vanity.
In spite of her quandary, Rose could not help smiling as she recalled
Mac's comparison; for Emma turned so red with spiteful chagrin, she
seemed to have added strawberry-ice to the other varieties composing
the Harlequin.
"Each must judge for herself. I shall follow Aunt Jessie's advice, and
try to keep my atmosphere as pure as I can; for she says every woman
has her own little circle, and in it can use her influence for good,
if she will. I do will heartily; and I'll prove that I'm neither proud
nor fussy by receiving, here or at home, any respectable man you like
to present to me, no matter how poor or plain or insignificant he may
be."
With which declaration Rose ended her protest, and the four damsels
streamed downstairs together like a wandering rainbow. But Kitty laid
to heart what she had said; Annabel took credit to herself for siding
with her; and Emma owned that _she_ was not trying to keep her
atmosphere pure when she came to dance with the objectionable Randal.
So Rose's "little circle" was the better for the influence she tried
to exert, although she never knew it.
All supper-time, Charlie kept near her, and she was quite content with
him; for he drank only coffee, and she saw him shake his head with a
frown when young Van beckoned him toward an anteroom, from whence the
sound of popping corks had issued with increasing frequency as the
evening wore on.
"Dear fellow, he does try," thought Rose, longing to show how she
admired his self-denial; but she could only say, as they left the
supper-room with the aunts, who were going early,--
"If I had not promised uncle to get home as soon after midnight as
possible, I'd stay and dance the German with you; for you deserve a
reward to-night."
"A thousand thanks! but I am going when you do," answered Charlie,
understanding both her look and words, and very grateful for them.
"Really?" cried Rose, delighted.
"Really. I'll be in the hall when you come down." And Charlie thought
the Fra Angelico angel was not half so bright and beautiful as the one
who looked back at him out of a pale-blue cloud, as Rose went upstairs
as if on wings.
When she came down again, Charlie was not in the hall, however; and,
after waiting a few minutes, Mac offered to go and find him, for Aunt
Jane was still hunting a lost rubber above.
"Please say I'm ready, but he needn't come if he doesn't want to,"
said Rose, not wishing to demand too much of her promising penitent.
"If he has gone into that bar-room, I'll have him out, no matter who
is there!" growled Mac to himself, as he made his way to the small
apartment whither the gentlemen retired for a little private
refreshment when the spirit moved, as it often did.
The door was ajar, and Charlie seemed to have just entered; for Mac
heard a familiar voice call out, in a jovial tone,--
"Come, Prince! you're just in time to help us drink Steve's health
with all the honors."
"Can't stop; only ran in to say good-night, Van. Had a capital time;
but I'm on duty, and must go."
"That's a new dodge. Take a stirrup-cup anyway, and come back in time
for a merry-go-rounder when you've disposed of the ladies," answered
the young host, diving into the wine-cooler for another bottle.
"Charlie's going in for sanctity, and it doesn't seem to agree with
him," laughed one of the two other young men, who occupied several
chairs apiece, resting their soles in every sense of the word.
"Apron-strings are coming into fashion,--the bluer the better: hey,
Prince?" added the other, trying to be witty, with the usual success.
"You'd better go home early yourself, Barrow, or that tongue of yours
will get you into trouble," retorted Charlie, conscious that he ought
to take his own advice, yet lingering, nervously putting on his
gloves, while the glasses were being filled.
"Now, brother-in-law, fire away! Here you are, Prince." And Steve
handed a glass across the table to his cousin, feeling too much elated
with various pleasurable emotions to think what he was doing; for the
boys all knew Charlie's weakness, and usually tried to defend him from
it.
Before the glass could be taken, however, Mac entered in a great
hurry, delivering his message in an abbreviated and rather peremptory
form,--
"Rose is waiting for you. Hurry up!"
"All right. Good-night, old fellows!" And Charlie was off, as if the
name had power to stop him in the very act of breaking the promise
made to himself.
"Come, Solon, take a social drop, and give us an epithalamium in your
best Greek. Here's to you!" And Steve was lifting the wine to his own
lips, when Mac knocked the glass out of his hand, with a flash of the
eye that caused his brother to stare at him, with his mouth open, in
an imbecile sort of way, which seemed to excite Mac still more; for,
turning to his young host, he said, in a low voice, and with a look
that made the gentlemen on the chairs sit up suddenly,--
"I beg pardon, Van, for making a mess; but I can't stand by and see my
own brother tempt another man beyond his strength, or make a brute of
himself. That's plain English: but I can't help speaking out; for I
know not one of you would willingly hurt Charlie, and you will if you
don't let him alone."
"What do you pitch into me for? I've done nothing. A fellow must be
civil in his own house, mustn't he?" asked Van, good-humoredly, as he
faced about, corkscrew in hand.
"Yes, but it is not civil to urge or joke a guest into doing what you
know and he knows is bad for him. That's only a glass of wine to you,
but it is perdition to Charlie; and, if Steve knew what he was about,
he'd cut his right hand off before he'd offer it."
"Do you mean to say I'm tipsy?" demanded Steve, ruffling up like a
little game-cock; for, though he saw now what he had done and was
ashamed of it, he hated to have Mac air his peculiar notions before
other people.
"With excitement, not champagne, I hope; for I wouldn't own you if you
were," answered Mac, in whom indignation was effervescing like the
wine in the forgotten bottle; for the men were all young, friends of
Steve's and admirers of Charlie's. "Look here, boys," he went on more
quietly: "I know I ought not to explode in this violent sort of way,
but upon my life I couldn't help it, when I heard what you were saying
and saw what Steve was doing. Since I _have_ begun I may as well
finish, and tell you straight out that Prince can't stand this sort of
thing. He is trying to flee temptation, and whoever leads him into it
does a cowardly and sinful act; for the loss of one's own self-respect
is bad enough, without losing the more precious things that make life
worth having. Don't tell him I've said this, but lend a hand if you
can, and never have to reproach yourselves with the knowledge that you
helped to ruin a fellow-creature, soul and body."
It was well for the success of Mac's first crusade, that his hearers
were gentlemen and sober: so his outburst was not received with jeers
or laughter, but listened to in silence, while the expression of the
faces changed from one of surprise to regret and respect; for
earnestness is always effective, and championship of this sort seldom
fails to touch hearts as yet unspoiled. As he paused with an eloquent
little quiver in his eager voice, Van corked the bottle at a blow,
threw down the corkscrew, and offered Mac his hand, saying heartily,
in spite of his slang,--
"You are a first-class old brick! I'll lend a hand for one, and do my
best to back up Charlie; for he's the finest fellow I know, and shan't
go to the devil like poor Randal if _I_ can help it."
Murmurs of applause from the others seemed to express a general assent
to this vigorous statement; and, giving the hand a grateful shake, Mac
retreated to the door, anxious to be off now that he had freed his
mind with such unusual impetuosity.
"Count on me for any thing I can do in return for this, Van. I'm sorry
to be such a marplot, but you can take it out in quizzing me after I'm
gone. I'm fair game, and Steve can set you going."
With that, Mac departed as abruptly as he came, feeling that he _had_
"made a mess" of it; but comforting himself with the thought that
perhaps he had secured help for Charlie at his own expense, and
thinking with a droll smile as he went back to his mother,--
"My romance begins by looking after other girls' lovers instead of
finding a sweetheart for myself; but I can't tell Rose, so _she_ won't
laugh at me."