TELLING HOW LOTTIE INTRODUCED HERSELF.
As we were settling down to a quiet admiration of all these things, a
strange little girl appeared at the door, where she hesitated, and
peeped in as if half afraid. Thinking that she wished to speak with some
of us, I went toward her, but she waved me off with an air, saying,--
"It's no use your coming, you're not the madam, I'll bet."
With these words she walked into the room and took a general survey of
our party. First she cast a sharp glance at Mr. Lee, but withdrew it
directly; passed a careless look over my person, broke into a broad
smile as Jessie came under her observation, and having thus disposed of
us, came up to Mrs. Lee, who opened her eyes wide, and was for a moment
astonished by the sudden appearance of the girl.
"Perhaps you don't want me here, now that so many other folks are
coming," said the girl, clasping and unclasping her hands, which at last
fell loosely before her. "They tell me down-stairs that I don't belong
here nohow, and hadn't ought to put myself forward. But I haven't got no
one to speak up for me, being an orphan, so here I am; do you want me,
or must I up and go."
"Who are you, my girl?" asked Mrs. Lee, in her gentle way.
"My father was the gardener here, marm, but he's dead; so is my mother,
long ago. My name is Lottie, and I've stayed on here doing things about,
because I hadn't anywhere else to go. That's pretty much all about it."
"And you wish to stay?"
"Do I wish to stay, is it? Yes, I do, awfully. I can earn my board and
more, too, in the kitchen, cleaning silver and scouring knives and
feeding chickens, but since I catched sight of you being carried up them
steps, marm, my ideas have ris a notch. I should like to tend on you
dreadfully. You could tell me how, you know, and I'm cute to learn; ask
'em down below, if you don't believe me."
Mrs. Lee broke into a faint laugh; the manners and abrupt speech of the
girl struck her as comical in the extreme. As for myself, I have seldom
seen a creature so awkward, so brusque, and yet so interesting. She was,
I should fancy, about eight years of age, square, angular, restless, but
no lily was ever more pure than her complexion, and her hair, thick and
soft, was of that delicate golden tint we find in new silk, before it
is reeled from the cocoon. Altogether, she was a strange creature, full
of vivid feeling and dreadfully in earnest. Mrs. Lee liked her, I could
make sure of that, from the serene pleasure which came to her face as
she looked into the girl's large gray eyes, which were shaded with
lashes much darker than her hair.
"And you would like to make yourself useful up here," she said, smiling
at the girl's intense eagerness.
"Goodness--wouldn't I?"
"But, can you be quiet?"
"As a bird on its nest."
"And cheerful?"
"Why, marm, I'm the cheerfullest creature on these premises. You may
count in the squirrels, rabbits, and robins, and after that, I can say
it."
Mrs. Lee turned her eyes on her husband, who sat near her couch, greatly
amused by the dialogue.
"What do you think? She seems bright, and I dare say will try her best."
"At any rate, she promises to be amusing," answered Mr. Lee, and a
good-natured smile quivered about his lips.
"And kind-hearted, I will answer for that, don't you think so, Martha?"
"I am sure of it."
As the words left my lips, Lottie made a dive at me, took my hand in
both hers, and kissed it with a wild outgush of feeling. "You're good as
gold, silver, and diamonds," she said. "I was sure that you would be on
my side, though you do look as if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.
Tell me just what to do about the lady, and see if I don't come up to
the mark. It's in me, I know that."
Mrs. Lee closed her eyes wearily; even this short conversation was too
much for her weak nerves.
"Go down-stairs now," I said to the girl in a low voice; "by-and-by you
shall be told about your duties. The first and greatest is quietness."
She nodded her head, put a finger to her lips, and went out of the room
on tiptoe.
Mrs. Lee opened her eyes as the girl went out, and beckoned to Jessie.
"Do you like that strange little orphan?" she questioned.
"Like her? indeed I do, mamma," said the kind-hearted girl. "She is so
warm, so earnest, and uses such queer words. But Aunt Martha will cure
her of that. I was just thinking how pleasant it would be to teach her."
"That is a good idea, child; who knows what we may do for her?"
Here Mrs. Lee turned upon her cushions a little wearily, and from that
time, Lottie became her attendant.
Now our domestic life began in earnest. Mrs. Lee's disease was not often
painful, nor immediately dangerous. Contented with the love that
surrounded her, she fell gently into the invalid habits, which had
something pleasant in them when incited by a home like that.
For my part, I knew no more attractive spot than her room. There Jessie
took her lessons in the morning, and in the afternoon, Mr. Lee always
sat with us, reading to her while we worked or studied. Never in this
world, I do think, was a family more closely united, or that seemed so
completely uplifted from care or trouble as ours.
Sometimes Mrs. Lee would regret what she called the waste of my youth in
her daughter's behalf, but I had no such feeling. Society was nothing to
me, while those I loved so dearly were part of my every-day life. Of
course I had seen my share of social life in Europe, had met many
agreeable people, and knew what it was to be admired,--perhaps
loved,--but my heart had never, for one moment, swerved from its old
affections. Ardently as in my childhood, I loved those two first and
last friends. As for "Our Jessie," I cannot trust myself to speak of
her. If ever one human being adored another, I adored that bright,
beautiful girl. They talked of sacrifices; why, it would have broken my
heart had Jessie been taken from me and sent to school. Of course, we
had plenty of society, the best people from the town visited us often,
and sometimes an old friend whom we had met on our travels would find us
out. But Mrs. Lee's state of health precluded much hospitality, and so
we were left almost entirely to the quiet home-life which all of us
loved so well.
Thus months and years rolled on, stealing the freshness and bloom from
me, and giving them tenfold to my darling.
If I have dwelt somewhat at length on my early life, it is not because I
am attempting to give prominence to my own feelings or actions, but that
the reader may understand how intense and all-absorbing a feeling of
affectionate gratitude may become,--how it may color and pervade a whole
existence.
In my helpless orphanage, two noble young people had found me lonely,
despondent, and almost friendless. At once, without question or
reservation, they took me into their hearts and gave me a permanent
home. Now that my benefactress had fallen into entire dependence upon
those she loved for happiness, was it strange that I stood ready to give
up my youth for her and her beautiful child?
This generous woman was forever speaking of my action as a noble
sacrifice. But to my thinking it was happiness in itself. I loved to
watch what might have been my own life, dawning brightly in the youth of
Jessie Lee; and when her first lover appeared, I was almost as much
interested as the girl herself, who was, in fact, quite unconscious, for
a long time, that the young man loved her at all.
He was a splendid young fellow, though, and even "Our Jessie" might have
been proud of the conquest she had unconsciously made.
Young Bosworth was the grandson of a fine old lady, born in England, I
think, who inhabited the large stone house I have spoken of as forming a
picturesque feature in the landscape, on the day I was rescued from the
adder. He was interested in an iron company near the town, financially,
and was about to enter into active business in the partnership, having
just completed his minority. His business brought him frequently to our
house, for Mr. Lee was considered a safe adviser in such matters; thus
an intimacy sprung up between the young man and "Our Jessie" just when
the first bloom of her girlhood was deepening into the rare beauty for
which she was so remarkable in after-years.
But Jessie was all unconscious of the love that I could detect in every
glance of those fine eyes, and in every tone of the voice that grew
tender and musical whenever it addressed her. Indeed, the young man took
no pains to conceal the feelings that seemed to possess him entirely. No
one but a person utterly innocent and unconscious of her own attractions
could have remained an hour ignorant of such devotion.
I think Jessie liked this man, and if nothing had happened to intervene,
that liking would have ripened gently into love, as fruit exposed to the
sweet dews of night and the warm noonday sun, ripens and grows crimson
so gradually that we mark the result without observing the progress.
But something did happen, which not only interrupted the pleasant
relations which had been established between this young man and our
family, but which broke up all the quiet and happiness of our domestic
life.
Hitherto our lives had been so tranquil that there was little to
describe. We had, to an extent, isolated ourselves from the general
world, and so surrounded ourselves with blessings, that the one
misfortune of our lives had proved almost a beneficence, for Mrs. Lee's
illness had only drawn us closer together. But all was to be changed
now.