A WOMAN'S HEART.
The second summer of Gladys Graham's changed life was less happy than
the first. Her young enthusiasm had received many chills, and somehow
the wealth with which she had anticipated so large a blessing to herself
and others, seemed a less desirable possession than when it first came
into her hands. Doing good was not simply a question of will, but was
often surrounded by so many difficulties that it could not be
accomplished, at least after the manner she had planned. Her experience
with Liz Hepburn had disheartened her inexpressibly, and for the time
being she felt inclined to let her scheme for the welfare of the working
girls fall into abeyance. In May she left Bourhill in possession of Miss
Peck and the regretful Teen, and departed to London, apparently with
relief, in company with the Fordyces. Her state of mind was entirely
favourable to the furtherance of the Fordyce alliance, and when, early
in June, George joined the party in London, she allowed him to take for
granted that she would marry him in the autumn, and even permitted Mrs.
Fordyce to make sundry purchases in view of that great event. All the
time, however, she felt secretly uneasy and dissatisfied. She was by no
means an easy person to manage, and tried her lover's patience to the
utmost. Her sweetness of disposition seemed to have deserted her for the
time being; she was irritable, unreasonable, exacting, as different from
the sunny-hearted Gladys of old as could well be imagined. The only
person who was at all shrewd enough to guess at the cause of this grave
alteration was the discriminating Mina, who pondered the thing often in
her mind, and wondered how it was likely to end. She did not believe
that the marriage would ever come off, and her guessing at all sides of
the question came nearer the truth than she herself believed. Gladys
appeared in no hurry to return to Scotland; nay, after six weeks in
London, she pleaded for a longer exile, and induced Mrs. Fordyce to
extend their trip to Switzerland; and so the whole beautiful summer was
loitered away in foreign lands, and it was the end of August before
Gladys returned to Bourhill. During her long absence she had been a
faithful correspondent, writing weekly letters to Miss Peck and Teen;
but when she returned that August evening to her own, she was touched
inexpressibly by the wistful looks with which these two, the most
faithful friends she possessed, regarded her. They thought her changed.
She was thinner and older looking; her grace and dignity not less
marked, her beauty not impaired, only the brightness, the inexpressible
air of vivacity and spontaneous gladness seemed to have disappeared. She
smiled at their tearful greeting, a quick, fleeting, almost melancholy
smile.
'Why do you look at me so strangely?' she asked, with the slightest
touch of impatience. 'Do you see anything odd about me?'
'No, oh no, my child,' answered Miss Peck quickly. 'We are so thankful
to have you home again; we thought the day would never come. Have we not
counted the very hours this week, Christina?'
'Ay, we hae; but I dinna think she's fell gled to be hame hersel',' said
Teen, and her dark eye was shadowed, for she felt that a subtle change
had overcast the bright spirit of Gladys, and she did not know what it
might portend.
'Oh, such nonsense you two talk,' cried Gladys lightly. 'Dear Miss Peck,
just ask them to hurry up dinner. I am famishing to taste a real home
dinner. Well, Teen, how have you been all this summer? I must say you
look like a new creature. I believe you are quite beautiful, and we
shall have somebody falling in love with you directly. I don't suppose
you have heard or seen anything of poor Lizzie?'
'No, naething. Walter was here, Miss Gladys, last week, seeking ye.'
The colour rose in the face of Gladys, and she averted her head to hide
her softened, luminous eyes from the gaze of Teen.
'And did you tell him I was coming home this week?'
'I didna. We only spoke aboot Liz, an' some aboot his ain affairs. Miss
Peck saw him maist o' the time. He's gaun to sell his business, and gang
awa' to America or Australia.'
'Oh!' exclaimed Gladys sharply. 'Why should he do any such thing, when
he is getting on so well?'
'I am sure I dinna ken,' replied Teen quietly, though she knew--ay, as
well as Gladys--what it all meant. 'His faither's deid; he de'ed efter a
week's illness, jist at the Fair time, an' he's gaun to tak' his mither
wi' him. She's bidin' at Colquhoun Street the noo.'
'A great deal seems to have happened since I went away,' said Gladys,
with something of an effort. 'Is he going to do this soon?'
'Yes, I think immediately; at least, he cam' doon here to say guid-bye
to you. But Miss Peck can tell ye mair nor me; she spoke a long time
till him.'
A question was on the lips of Gladys, but she held it back, and again
changed the theme.
'And what does he think about poor Lizzie? I suppose he has never gone
to Dublin to seek for her?'
'No, I dinna think it.'
'It is all very sad. Don't you think life very sad, Teen?' asked Gladys,
with a great wistfulness, which made the eyes of the little seamstress
become suddenly dim.
'Ay, it is. Oh, Miss Gladys, excuse me for sayin't, but if ye had seen
his face when I telt him ye were maybe to be mairried in September or
October, ye wadna dae't.'
'Why not? That could not possibly make any difference to me, Christina,'
replied Gladys quite coldly, though a slight tremor shook her. 'Well, I
must go and change my gown. Bourhill is looking lovely to-day, I think.
I have seen many beautiful places since I went away, but none so
satisfying as this; you will be glad to hear I still think Bourhill the
sweetest spot on earth.'
And, with a smile and a nod, she left the little seamstress to her work;
but it lay unheeded on her lap, and her eyes were heavy with a grey mist
which came up from her heart's bitterness. Yes, life did indeed appear
sad and hard to Teen, and all things moving in an entirely contrary
way.
Miss Peck came bustling into her darling's dressing-room very shortly,
and began to fuss about her in her tender, nervous fashion, as if it
were not possible for her to show her gladness at having her back.
Gladys did not say very much for a little; but at last, when she was
brushing at her soft shining hair, she turned round suddenly, and looked
into the old lady's face with rather an odd look on her own.
'Now, sit down, Miss Peck, and tell me every single, solitary thing
about Walter.'
The little lady gave a nervous start. She had just been wondering how to
introduce this subject.
'Christina has told you that he has been here. My dear, I was very sorry
for him. He is a splendid young fellow, and I wish'--
She paused there, nor did Gladys ask her to finish her sentence.
'Teen tells me he is giving up his business. Do you think that is a wise
step, Miss Peck?' Gladys asked, with a fine indifference which rather
surprised the old lady.
'It may be wise for him, my dear. He seems to feel he cannot remain any
longer in this country.'
'Did he ask any questions about me?'
'Yes, Gladys, a few.'
'Well, I hope you did not give him any unnecessary information?' said
Gladys rather sharply.
'My dear, I told him everything I could think of. I did not think you
would wish anything kept back from your old friend. His interest is very
genuine.'
'I suppose so,' said Gladys coolly, as she began to coil her long
tresses round her shapely head; 'we must take it for granted, anyhow.
And what did he give you in exchange for all your interesting
information? Did he condescend to tell you anything about himself?'
Miss Peck was wounded by the tone; such bitter and sarcastic words she
had never heard fall from those gentle lips before.
'We had a long talk, Gladys, and I imagined--perhaps it was only
imagination--that it relieved and made him happier to talk to me. His
father is dead, and he has taken his mother home to his own house, and
she will go with him abroad.'
'Where to? Is it quite decided? or has he already gone away?'
'Not yet, I think.'
'Did he ask where I was?'
'Yes.'
'For a particular address?'
'No.'
'Well, I think the least he might have done was to write and let me know
all this.'
'My dear child, be reasonable,' said the little spinster, in gentle
reproof. 'He came expecting to see you, and he left a kind message for
you. I don't see that it would have done either you or him any good to
write a letter; your ways must lie so far apart now. I told him we
expected your marriage shortly.'
'I have never said it will take place,' said Gladys calmly. 'I wish
people would leave me and my concerns alone.'
Miss Peck could see the girl's face in the long glass, the red spot
burning on her cheeks, and the beautiful lips angrily quivering, and she
became more and more perplexed. Of late Gladys had become a being
difficult to understand.
'What is the use of talking in that manner, Gladys?' she said, with a
faint show of sternness. 'I saw Mr. Fordyce in town the other day, and
he told me it is quite likely the marriage will take place on the eighth
of October. It is quite impossible that it could be definitely fixed
without you.'
'I suppose so. And what did Walter say when you told him my marriage-day
was fixed?' inquired Gladys, as she tied the ribbon on her hair.
'I shall not tell you what he said,' answered the little spinster, quite
severely for her. 'You are in a mood which would make you laugh at an
honest heart's suffering.'
'You think very highly of me, Guardy, I must say,' said Gladys a trifle
unsteadily. 'But why do you speak of an honest man's suffering? Do you
mean to say it made Walter suffer to hear I was going to be married?'
'My dear, he loves you as his own soul. I can never forget how he looked
and spoke of you,' said the little spinster. 'He is a good and noble
man, and God will bless him wherever he goes.'
There was a few minutes' silence, then Gladys walked over to the window,
and drawing aside the lace hangings, allowed the red glory of the
setting sun to flood the whole room. Standing there, with her white
shapely arm against the delicate lace, she looked out in silence upon
the lovely prospect which had so often filled her soul with delight. A
shadow, dark as a storm-cloud, had fallen upon that sunny scene, and she
saw no beauty in it.
'I have loved this place well, Guardy--loved and longed for it. It has
been an idol to me, and my punishment is here. I wish I had never seen
it. I wish I had never left the city, never been parted from the old
friends. I am a miserable woman. I wish I had never been born.'
With a quick gesture she let the curtain drop, and throwing herself on
the end of the couch, buried her face in the pillows.
Here again it was Miss Peck's privilege to administer some crumbs of
comfort to the sad heart of the woman, even as she had once comforted
the child. Stooping over her, she laid her hand tenderly on the bent
golden head.
'My dear, it is not yet too late. If you do not love this man, it will
be a great sin to marry him--a wrong done to yourself and to him. If
there is a chord in your heart responsive to Walter's, don't stifle it.
What is anything in this world in comparison with happiness and peace of
mind?'
'Nothing, nothing,' Gladys answered, with mournful bitterness. 'But it
is too late. It is Walter's fault, not mine; he left me in my
desolation, when I needed him most. I did everything I could to show him
that I could never forget him, and he repulsed me every time, until it
was too late. If he is unhappy, it is no more than he deserves, and I am
not going to be so dishonourable as to draw back now from my plighted
word. George has always been kind to me, he has never hurt my feelings,
and I will try and repay him by being to him a good and faithful wife.'
'A good and faithful wife!'
The little spinster repeated these words in a half-mournful whisper, as
she walked slowly to and fro the room.
Ah, not thus was it meet for a heart like Gladys Graham's to anticipate
the most momentous crisis of a woman's life. She felt powerless to
help, but Heaven was still the Hearer and Answerer of prayer, and with
Heaven Miss Peck left the case.
She prayed that her darling's way might be opened up, and that she might
be saved from committing so great a wrong, which would bring upon her
the curse of a loveless marriage.
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