THE BEGINNING OF A LOVE STORY.
"Why, you can just ask him down as you do any other friend," said
Jaqueline with an air of innocence. "I half promised he should have the
invitation. You will like him ever so much. _I_ like him," laughingly.
"But Polly is coming----"
"Don't ever let grandfather hear that 'Polly,' or he won't even leave
you enough to buy a mourning ring. He thinks so highly of old English
customs. What a chum he would have been for Sir Charles Grandison! Are
people born too late or too early! What are you smiling at?"
"The way you leap from one thing to another."
"Which shows a variety of wit and knowledge, young collegian. Didn't
Shakspere call it nimble wit? I have learned a great many things since
I saw you last."
"In an hour?" incredulously, and Louis raised his fine brows.
"One might learn many things in an hour. And now, Mr. Tender
Conscience, don't worry about Polly, as you have taken to calling her.
She may come, and she may not. And if she comes she may be sent for the
very next day. The Fairfaxes are sure to come; they have accepted. I
warn you that Betty is a dreadful coquette. And Georgie Baker, and the
Carringtons--at least Roger. And he is great friends with Mr. Ralston."
"But we must not get in a row with grandfather. And a girl who hasn't
spunk enough to stand up for the man she loves----"
"Perhaps she isn't really in love with him. That ought to give any girl
courage--to run some risks."
"Well--I'm off. A long and sad farewell," and the young man assumed a
tragic air.
"Very good," she returned gravely. "Does a young man appreciate his
inestimable privileges when he has a sister on whom he can practice?"
He laughed and kissed her. Jaqueline went to her room and wrote a
very properly worded letter to Marian. Maum Chloe had two new pudding
recipes that were delicious. She had the latest sleeve pattern, and
Madam Weare had been to spend the day, and wore such a lovely cap that
she was quite sure grandmamma would like it. They had concocted one out
of some old mull, the torn breadth of a gown, and Marian could take it
home. Then Elizabeth Fairfax was making some of the prettiest darned
lace, a Vandyke cape that was just coming in, and she would be here for
a few days next week. If Marian could come down, even if she could only
stay one night. The week afterward there would be an influx of company.
It would be just delightful to have her and Dolly then--perhaps they
_might_ be able to come--but Marian had better come and stay over. They
would not want to be poking over lace-making and all that when there
was lots of fun going on.
Shrewd as Grandmother Floyd was she fell into the trap so adroitly set
by this flighty young person.
"Madam Weare is very genteel in her tastes and is not given to foolish
things because they are new. I hardly know anyone who dresses so
suitably. I do think Louis or Jaqueline might have ridden up. And I do
not see what Patricia is about, or your uncle either, to let Jaqueline
have her head so much. She ought to be learning something useful. The
Fairfaxes are well enough, a nice family, and Elizabeth is a very
well-behaved girl--industrious, too. But I'd like to see the lace
Jaqueline will make!" with a strong touch of scorn in her voice, and a
slight lifting of the nose to make it more emphatic.
"The Vandyke capes are very pretty and graceful. Mrs. Lee brought
one from Paris, and it cost a fortune," remarked Marian. "And darned
net----"
"I think I know what it is. Of course it is the pattern and the amount
of work that makes it valuable. You might do one through the course of
the summer, Marian."
"If I knew how"--and the girl gave a little sigh.
"Let me see the letter." Marian had been reading it aloud. "I don't
know but you _might_ go, but I don't care to have you in the rabble
of the week after. It would be a grand thing if that young Carrington
would fancy Jaqueline and she would have sense enough to accept him.
But such girls go through the woods and take a crooked stick at last."
Nothing more was said for a day or two. Marian found an old engraving
of a Vandyke collar and cuffs, only they were done in point lace. What
kind of net was used, she wondered. And then her mother decided she
would go down for the day and leave Marian for a night or two. But
grandfather had a poorly spell, and she thought it best not to leave
him. Marian rode her horse down, attended by old Cato, who had to go to
Alexandria on some business and would escort her home on the third day.
"Oh, good gracious!" cried Jaqueline; "if she _had_ come! For the
rabble is here already, and someone _you_ will like to see. They've
gone off fishing. Betty and Hester Fairfax and Georgie Baker are out
on the west porch. We're in for a good time. Mr. Ralston and Roger
Carrington came down with Louis, and to-night we are going to have a
little dance."
"Mother approves of Elizabeth Fairfax. And I _do_ want to know about
the Vandyke cape and the cap pattern. Oh, Jacky!"
Marian clasped her arms about her cousin, and the obnoxious name was
forgiven. For the warm pressure was full of gratitude.
"You are so wise about things, Jaqueline. Of course mother sees all our
letters----"
"As if I didn't know that," laughed Jaqueline.
"But I wonder--oh, Jaqueline, do you suppose I will have to marry Mr.
Greaves? You see, father has set his heart upon it. And I should be so
near them, and so----"
"The idea! A man double your age, and four children! You don't even
like him. What is youth for but a time to be merry and glad and to
have good times? And it was a shame you could not come to Washington!
Lieutenant Ralston would have taken you everywhere, and Jane was up to
white heat about it. It was all splendid. You're not engaged--you can't
have been so foolish!"
"Oh, Jaqueline! I wish I had your----"
"Spunk!" Jaqueline exclaimed with a laugh, while Marian was considering.
"You see, no one really governs you. Your father is so indulgent."
"Oh, I don't have quite everything my own way, I assure you! But what
have _you_ done in this matter?"
"Why, Mr. Greaves has explained to father and mother. Of course he will
not say anything to me until the year is up. He is very punctilious,
and I am so glad he believes in the year. He comes over and we have
a game of whist, which I hate, and get out of when there is other
company. But father expects me to stay in the room. Occasionally he
questions me about something--household affairs generally. Mrs. Greaves
was an excellent housekeeper--much superior to his sister, he thinks."
"Oh, Marian! I should die if I had to marry such a man. Come, let us
go down to the girls and forget all about him. Cassy will put away your
things."
Marian lingered.
"Well--what else?" impatiently. "You don't really want to tell me that
you have a fancy for this wretched old fellow?"
"Oh, no, no! But, Jaqueline--of course I did not know Mr. Ralston
would be here, yet I had a sort of presentiment that you had planned
something. And is it quite fair, do you think? I mean honest to--to
enjoy it all? I am afraid he likes me."
"I am quite sure he does. But I wasn't sure of his coming. Louis met
him at Jane's, and likes him immensely. There are other girls here--it
isn't at all as if you were the only guest. Don't worry, but let
matters take their course. Come and see the lace-making."
The three girls welcomed Marian warmly. Elizabeth Fairfax was nearly
her own age, Hester younger, and Georgie Jaqueline's compeer and near
neighbor. Elizabeth had a sweet Madonna face, with large, downcast eyes
and a soft, deferential voice, but the eyes did ready execution on the
hearts of the young men. She was always busy about something, and it
was a study to watch her hands, they were so shapely and beautiful.
Georgie was recounting amusing episodes, and in a few moments they
were all laughing and talking. A table near by was loaded with fruit
and cake, and a pitcher of homemade "shrub" gave them a delectable
nectar. Betty had attended the inauguration, and as Marian listened
her heart grew hot and rebellious that she should have been kept
from the pleasure. She and her sister had been trained to a sharp
obedience, kept in bonds like very children. Mr. Floyd had never
cordially approved of his son-in-law. He considered it almost a crime
to have been born north of Baltimore, and Mr. Jettson had grown up
in northern New York, and to some extent made his own fortune. Jane
had gone to Philadelphia for a year's schooling with an old friend of
Mrs. Floyd's and come home engaged. Mr. Jettson had a business proffer
in Washington, and somehow the marriage was pushed through in haste.
Mr. Floyd had an objection to new people, to business people, to the
manner in which things were being conducted at Washington, and to the
Jefferson party generally. But he was fond of his daughter, and though
he would not have confessed it he did admire her style, her knowledge
of the City, and the fact that she was in the best society. But, after
all, a large landed estate gave a man true dignity. Mr. Greaves agreed
with him in politics, was of good old stock, and had aristocratic
tastes, while Arthur Jettson really was plebeian. Since there was an
opportunity Marian should marry to his liking.
"I've been telling about your cape, Betty, and Marian wants to know how
to do it. Spread it out. There, isn't that lovely?"
The Brussels net was fine, and the flowers were made in outline and
filled in with stitches that seemed a little raised, they were so close
together, and had a satin-like effect. The shape was very graceful,
with the points at the shoulders and in front.
Fine needlework and lace-making were much esteemed. For years imported
articles had been very high, besides the difficulty of getting them
unless one went abroad. Beautiful specimens have come down to us, and
one wonders at the patience and taste, when there were so many cares
to life. Occasionally a slave woman evinced a peculiar genius for this
delicate work, and the family considered her quite a treasure.
"It is exquisite!" declared Marian, who was no mean needlewoman
herself. Indeed, the work rather bewitched her. "Oh, I really must have
one! But it will take a great deal of time."
"Why, you see I have mine three-quarters done, and I take it up at odd
spells and when I go visiting. And it is very easy when you once get
started. You see, you follow the pattern in outlining. Then, some of
my leaves and flowers are not wholly filled, and it has a very pretty
effect, making a variety and less work. Jaqueline, can't you find a
bit of lace; and Marian may outline this end of the pattern, and I can
show her some of the stitches before the boys come home. We are going
to ride then, I believe, and dance in the evening. We improve all our
time when we are over here."
"I shall be delighted," returned Marian. Jaqueline found some lace, and
Marian went at the work eagerly. They spiced the employment with merry
gossip and laughter and bits of teasing. The squire and Mrs. Mason came
home from a business drive to a neighboring town. They had taken the
two little girls for to-day; Varina had been in a most amiable mood.
Then the fishermen returned, rather disgusted with their want of luck.
"You know we did not want you to go," and Elizabeth raised her soft,
reproving eyes.
Mr. Ralston came around to Marian's side.
"This is a pleasant surprise. I was hoping all the time. Only Miss
Mason is such a torment. She was quite sure you wouldn't come. We
almost quarreled about it this morning. And yet she is a charming girl.
This house is the very embodiment of comfort and delight. I suppose
you know I met the Masons at the inauguration? Oh, you can't think how
disappointed I was! I had counted so on seeing you."
Marian Floyd glanced in the speaker's eyes and hers fell, while a
fluttering color crept up her face and her whole body seemed to thrill
as at the touch of some subtle magnetism. She suddenly wished he would
go away; he seemed to take the strength out of her.
"Are you glad to see me?" in a breathless sort of way that seemed to
demand an affirmative.
"Yes." She did not mean to say it. The word came of its own accord. It
was almost as if she had answered it to another question.
"Come, fellows," began Louis, "let us drop our plebeian garb, with its
ancient, fishlike smell."
"That's good, considering there wasn't fish enough to make any sort of
smell. Keep truth on your side."
"And misquoting Shakspere, when it has been presented to us all winter
in every aspect! Williamsburg has had a feast or a surfeit from college
exercises to strolling players--some very good ones, too. Jaqueline,
have you ordered the horses?"
"Why, no!"
"Then go at once, while we make ourselves beautiful. We shall not have
too much time."
Mr. Carrington had gone immediately to his room, and came down as
Jaqueline was going through the hall.
"The fishing was not much of a success. I would rather have sat under
the trees and talked to you. Ah, here is your father."
When they had greeted each other Jaqueline explained her errand.
"Let us all go out together!" exclaimed Mr. Carrington. "My poor fellow
will be glad to see me."
"Marian must have a fresh horse; she rode hers all the way down. Oh,
there are the Johnsons! Just in time for the fray," and she nodded over
to two young men sauntering up the avenue.
"Jaqueline, you ride the mare and give Marian your pony. I will go out
and see to things."
Jaqueline turned back, and the two young men gallantly dismounted,
escorting her to the porch, where soon the five girls assembled in
equestrian array, and the five cavaliers were at their service.
"Do not stay out too late," admonished the squire.
Marian hesitated. Louis led off with Elizabeth, who was much amused at
the young collegian's aplomb. Hester was supposed to have a more than
friendly interest in the elder Johnson brother. Mr. Carrington kept
close to Jaqueline, and Ralston wheeled his horse around to Marian's
side.
"I wonder if there is a little fate in that?" and the squire nodded to
the last couple. "Father has other plans for Marian."
"You don't mean that he is in real earnest about that widower and the
houseful of children?" inquired Mrs. Mason.
"And you did not hesitate at five!" smiling humorously.
"I _did_ hesitate. I think you can never know how much. But I was older
and more experienced, and a good deal in love with the father of the
children," flushing girlishly, "while Marian shrinks from Mr. Greaves.
I do not think he would attract any young girl. Jane feels dreadfully
about it. I like Lieutenant Ralston very much myself."
"He is a fine fellow, but not really abounding in this world's goods,
and that goes a great way with father."
"Suppose it were Jaqueline?"
"I had rather it would be Carrington."
"But if she loved him?"
"I do not think Marian is in love with anybody. I suppose I am too
lax, but father Floyd is too rigid. And mother upholds him. The girls
have been trained to obey. What will you do when Jaqueline refuses
some nice, suitable, prosperous young man and sets her heart on a
spendthrift--a ne'er-do-well?"
"Turn her over to her father."
Mr. Mason shrugged his shoulders, and his eyes twinkled.
"And Annis?"
"That is going a long way off."
"But it isn't wisdom to throw Marian in temptation's way when it can
only bring about trouble."
"If Marian really fell in love that would solve the difficulty. Youth
ought to mate with youth. Then both have the springtime of love. Did
not you find it sweet? Answer truly."
He smiled, and was silent a moment. Then he bent over and kissed her.
"The summer has a richness as well. A cold, untoward spring never makes
a fruitful summer."
Then Mrs. Mason turned away to household cares. Charles was walking
under the larches with his arm about Annis' waist. He was suddenly
shooting up--a Mason trick--and was taller than the little girl and
very devoted to her. Varina was upstairs trying on three different
newly ironed white frocks. Patricia had gone to visit Aunt Catharine.
"Chloe, have you made preparations for a host at supper, and a hungry
host again about nine o'clock? I should call it a party."
"Supper's all right. Dere's biskit 'nuff for a regimen'. And cake by de
bushel. Chloe see company afore in dis ole house. De ham pink as a rose
and de col' chicken 'nuff to make yer mouf water. An' cream an' jells
an' fruit. De young folks no need to go to bed hungry."
The mistress smiled.
"Jest take a peep at de table."
The snowy cloth, ironed to perfection, the quaint old silver service,
the sparkling glass and china of various dates, and the great bowls
of flowers made a picture. Through the open windows came the soft low
caroling of birds calling each other home, and the tranquil noises of a
country evening were like wafts of music. How delightful to be amongst
it all, and at home! Yes, love was the great evangel of human life.
The ride was most delightful. Gay young people seize every salient
point of enjoyment. They were a little late to supper, which was a
mirthful meal; then Sam and Darius began to tune their fiddles on the
porch, and some young neighbors were added; and as no night was ever
too warm to dance, they had a merry time.
There was another long day of enjoyment to Marian Floyd. They went down
to the bank of the Potomac on a picnic, with loads of provisions. They
rambled about; they had a lazy, drifting sail adown the shadiest bank;
they sang and jested, and went home gay, tired, happy, full of the
gladness of youth.
Marian was sharing Jaqueline's room from choice. The latter had grown
into young-ladyhood so rapidly that it hardly seemed as if there was
much difference in their ages, even though Marian was so much more
sedate, and latterly had become rather timid.
"I have had such a good time!" she said with a sigh. "I don't know when
I have enjoyed anything so much. There are so few young people around
the Pineries. Mother will be just delighted with that pudding, but she
will think I ought to have done more lacework. I wonder if I will have
time to finish that flower in the morning?"
"You can get up early," suggested Jaqueline. "Very early--for we are
going for a canter before breakfast."
"Well--Cato can't get here before ten, I think. That will be after
breakfast."
"Then you can come to bed with a clear conscience. I think I am asleep
everywhere but the tip of my tongue and a little spot in my brain."
"And--I wanted to talk to you."
Jaqueline tumbled into bed and squeezed up her pillow.
"Talk fast," she said good-humoredly.
Marian sat down on the side of the bed, combing her hair and twisting
it up in two soft coils. Then she put on her nightcap, a dainty bit of
lawn and ruffling, and looked pretty enough to charm anyone.
"I don't know what to do! Oh, Jacky, I am the happiest girl and the
most miserable girl alive!"
Jaqueline raised on her elbow, quite wide awake at the admission.
"Did you guess that Lieutenant Ralston cared? It is so--so wonderful to
have a real lover, who can put his meaning in his eyes and in the clasp
of his hand, and make you feel it all about you, just that way your
father loves your mother. All day to-day I have been in that curious
tremble; I wanted to look and I did not dare, and then I looked in
spite of myself. And this evening----"
"Yes--I managed that you should go off by yourselves. And now, Polly,
you won't marry that Mr. Greaves?"
"Oh, what can I do? You see, father is set upon it. And Mr. Ralston
wants to come up and ask father, and I didn't dare tell him about it,
and don't know what to do."
"Why, let him come up. And if grandpapa won't give in, I'd run away,
that's all. Oh, Polly, I am so glad! It must be just lovely! Though I
do not want to be engaged just yet. I like fun. And there are so many
fine gentlemen in Washington who say such pretty complimentary things
and dance so beautifully, and Mrs. Carrington expects me to make her a
long visit next winter. I'd rather have a dozen lovers than just one.
But it is different with you, and you are older; and at home grandmamma
treats you like a little child. Yes, I'd let him come and have it
over."
"But it would be awful. I never could get the courage to tell; and if
father was taken by surprise----"
"Why, I should say that a friend was coming----"
"But he knows that Mr. Ralston paid me a good deal of attention
when I was at Jane's, and that was why he would not let me go to the
inauguration. And if I were to say he had been here two days, and I had
ridden and walked with him, and he had said--he did not ask me to be
engaged of course, until he had seen father."
"And what did you say? You couldn't refuse altogether?"
"I am afraid I said too much--that is, I let things go. I love him and
I don't dare to, all in the same breath. And I know father will never
let me marry him."
"But Jane married the man of her choice."
"There wasn't anyone else just then. And he thinks Jane might have done
much better. You see, Mr. Greaves is there on the spot. And July will
soon be here. Oh, dear!"
Marian leaned down on Jaqueline's shoulder and cried softly.
"Oh, I should be spunky! You are very sweet, Marian, and you give up
too easily. You haven't any fight in you. They cannot force you to
marry Mr. Greaves. Fathers might have done that years ago; and if you
are firm and say you won't----"
"Jaqueline, don't talk all night," said an admonishing voice.
Marian was very shy and reserved the next morning during the ride, but
more deliciously sweet to her lover, as the men of those days expected
to really win their sweethearts. After breakfast she packed up her
recipes and the cap pattern, and sewed industriously at her lacework.
Louis drove Georgie home, and then was to do an errand for his father.
The two young men were to go to Washington presently. Roger Carrington
planned for the visit his mother was to make, and then they were to
return it and bring Annis. He had taken a great fancy to the child.
There was only time for a brief farewell when Cato came.
"Shall I write to your father, or come?" the lover inquired in a
decisive tone.
"Oh, wait--I will tell you!" Marian answered hurriedly, frightened at
the thought of the future, yet deliciously happy.