A FRESH ACQUAINTANCE
'I say
Just what I think, and
Nothing more or less.'--_Longfellow._
I was not missed that night, and no one came near me. With my Bible on
my knees, I felt quite convinced that I had acted rightly, and I was
thankful that beyond a sincere liking for Captain Gates as a friend I had
no other feeling to make my decision a hard matter. Inexperienced as I
was, I knew no Christian ought to yoke themselves with another, with only
the hope of helping them heavenwards in view. And I felt that if I were
to love any one, it must be one who could help and lead me in the right
way, and who was an older and a better Christian than I was myself. But
I was sorry for Captain Gates, and wrote him a little note that same
night, for I was afraid lest the interruption to our conversation should
give him the excuse for continuing the subject when another opportunity
offered itself, and that I wanted to avoid.
The next morning I went to Mrs. Forsyth's boudoir, and finding her alone
told her of what had passed the night before. She was much surprised,
and not altogether pleased.
'I ought to have looked after you better,' she said, 'but Captain Gates
has seemed more like a brother to my girls. He was brought up with the
boys, and has looked upon this as his second home. I noticed, of course,
how attentive he was to you; but it is his way with most fresh
acquaintances, and I never dreamed of it leading to anything serious.
Why, he has no prospects beyond his pay and a trifling allowance from his
father! What could he be dreaming of?'
I listened, but said nothing, only wondered at the different views people
took of things. Mrs. Forsyth's reason for my refusal of him was so very
far apart from mine.
The ball was a theme of conversation for many days after, and I was
thankful that my absence from it had been so little noticed. But, as
time went on, my life seemed to get very difficult. I think I had
naturally a bright disposition, and so in the first freshness of my
surroundings did not mind the little disagreeables attending my
'strait-laced views,' as Nelly called them. When Captain Gates had left
us, our gaiety did not cease; I seemed to be continually in opposition to
my guardian, and after bearing a good deal of grave displeasure from him,
and light scorn from the rest, I was finally left in peace to go my way
alone, with the sense of being in perpetual disgrace, and being shunned
and avoided by most of the girls' friends. This I could not help feeling
acutely--I longed to be friends with every one; and many a tear was shed
in the privacy of my own room, as I would see a merry party leave the
house bound on some excursion--perhaps a simple water picnic--to which I
had not been asked, on account of my 'peculiar ideas.' Then it was I
sought to 'dwell deep,' and found increasing comfort in studying my
little Bible. I was not dull, for I visited much in the village. My
Sunday class increased, and my little scholars were a perpetual source of
enjoyment to me. I went for walks with Violet and her governess, and
when feeling lonely would often take my violin up to my room and enjoy an
hour or two there in quiet. Sometimes Hugh would ask me to come in and
play to him, and as the evenings drew in I often went to him for an hour
before dinner. He really was fond of music, and would lean back in his
chair and thoroughly enjoy it. I tried to make myself as pleasant to
every one as I could: I helped Mrs. Forsyth in her gardening, which was
her particular hobby; I ran errands for the girls, and made a point of
obliging them in every way possible; I practised my violin with Violet,
and was always ready for an outdoor scramble with her when Miss Graham
was not able to accompany us; and in filling up my days with these
occupations I learnt to be content and happy.
'You are a good little thing, Hilda,' Nelly said one day to me, as I was
handing her back a pair of gloves I had been mending for her. 'I
sometimes think we are very horrid to you. I wish you weren't so awfully
religious; but I will say this for you, that you practise what you
preach, and your religion seems to suit you. I am sure, though you
haven't half the fun that I have, you always look as bright and jolly as
you can be. How do you manage it?'
'I try to "dwell deep,"' I said; and Nelly laughingly rejoined as she
left me,--
'I am sure you are deeper than I am. I like to skim the surface as I go
through life; one gets the cream that way.'
It was a bright October morning. I had been picking some late roses on
the lawn close to the house, and with my hands full of those and some
lovely sprays of red and gold-coloured leaves was just entering the hall
door, when a strange voice made me turn round.
'Is Mrs. Forsyth at home?'
It was a lady who spoke, in clear, brisk tones; she was not very young,
and wore a severely plain dress: a round felt hat like a man's, with two
or three crow's feathers stuck in carelessly at the side, a thick pair of
leather gauntlets, and carried a walking stick in her hand.
I was answering in the affirmative, when suddenly down came her hand on
my shoulder.
'Are you Hilda Thorn?'
'Yes,' I said, quietly meeting a searching look from two keen dark eyes
under very thick eyebrows.
'And you are indeed, I hear, a veritable thorn in the side of my poor
sister. I am glad to have met you. Now take me to her.'
Her quick, imperative tones awed me. I had heard Nelly talk about an
aunt of theirs, a Miss Rayner, who was a strong-minded and peculiar
woman, and I rightly conjectured that this must be she.
We found Mrs. Forsyth in her own sitting-room, busy with accounts, and I
fancied she did not look well pleased at the advent of the visitor.
'Well, Helen,' she said, rising from her seat, 'you are home again, then.
I thought you were still in America. This is quite a surprise.'
'I don't take long over business, and I am not one to let the grass grow
under my feet. I have been making acquaintance with this young person.
Why, Maria, she is a mere baby!'
I beat a retreat hastily, and finding Nelly practising a song in the
drawing-room, told her of the arrival.
'Aunt Helen! my goodness! won't mother be in a fuss! She pays us
periodical visits to set us all straight. Isn't she a cure, Hilda? I'm
always expecting to see her walk in rigged out in a sporting
costume--knickerbockers and all. She wears a greatcoat in winter exactly
like a man's.'
'She has a handsome face,' I said, 'and I like her short grey hair; it
seems to suit her. She must be quite six foot, Nelly, isn't she?'
'Yes, half an inch over, I think. What did she say to you?'
'She told your mother I was a mere baby.'
Nelly burst out laughing. 'That's better than being called an
empty-pated noodle, as I was, the last time I was addressed by her. Now
I wonder if she is going to stay to lunch; did she say?'
'I did not hear her. Where does she live?'
'Only about fifteen miles from here, but we do not often meet. She is
quite a character. Do you know what her hobby is? Rearing poultry. She
keeps what she calls a "chicken farm," and sends her eggs and fowls up to
London. In the winter she uses incubators, and has broods of chickens
all the year round. Her farm is quite a sight worth seeing. I believe
she has lots of visitors from all parts, and she prides herself upon
having all the latest improvements. She has just been over to Chicago
about an incubator; they are always adding improvements, she says, and
she went over to see it properly worked.'
'But does she do this from mercenary motives?' I asked.
'Oh no. She is very comfortably off; it is just her hobby, but I believe
she makes money over it. She is a clever woman, and hates society. She
must do something with her life, I suppose. I believe she has a love
story, but mother will never tell; she always says, "It was not for the
lack of suitors that your aunt has remained single."'
I was interested in this account of Miss Rayner, and when we met at
luncheon I found my eyes continually wandering in her direction. She
talked well, and was most amusing, though her sarcastic speeches and
scornful curl of the lip rather spoilt the conversation, I thought.
She took no notice of me, and so I was greatly astonished, when she was
bidding us all good-bye shortly after lunch, to see her give a quick nod
at me and say,
'I shall see you shortly. You are coming over to stay with me the end of
next week. Don't bring a lot of evening toggery, for you will not see a
soul except myself.'
Seeing my surprised looks, Mrs. Forsyth said,--
'I have not asked her if she would like to go yet.'
'Oh, she will come fast enough,' responded Miss Rayner sharply. 'She has
been listening quietly and drawing her own conclusions about me during
luncheon, and she thinks I am queer, but that I am different to most
folks. Novelty has a charm for the young. _Au revoir_, Miss Thorn.'
She gave me a little mocking bow, kissed Mrs. Forsyth, waved her hand to
the others, and was gone before I could recover from my surprise at this
sudden announcement.
I turned to Mrs. Forsyth for an explanation, but she merely said,
'Miss Rayner has invited you over to her place for a week or two. Of
course it remains with you whether you would like to go or not. Nelly
has stayed with her once or twice; so she can tell you whether you will
be likely to enjoy yourself there.'
'But she never asked me, mother,' said Nelly. 'I only went there in a
convalescent state after an attack of measles. She must have taken a
wonderful fancy to Hilda to ask her.'
Visions of my Sunday scholars floated before me, and I said
hesitatingly,--
'I don't know that I care about going, Mrs. Forsyth. She is a perfect
stranger to me, and I am quite happy here.'
'I think the change will be good for you,' said Mrs. Forsyth, 'and it has
come at the right time, for I think of taking the two girls up to London
for three weeks. Miss Forsyth, their aunt, has asked us. She extended
the invitation to you; but unless you behave differently there to what
you do with us, I really could not undertake to have the charge of you.
She lays herself out for the pleasure of young people in her house, and
you could hardly accept her hospitality if you refused to take part in
every entertainment that was provided for you.'
'No,' I said quietly, 'I am afraid I should only be a wet blanket if I
went. I will go to Miss Rayner's if you wish, Mrs. Forsyth. Perhaps you
would rather I went to her than stay quietly at home?'
'I certainly should!'
And so the matter was settled. Mrs. Forsyth and the girls left the room,
but I stood for a moment at the window looking out into the garden. I
felt the sting of Mrs. Forsyth's words; she did not often hint so plainly
what a trouble I was to her, and though I knew it was true, it gave me a
lonely, desolate feeling, and I wondered how I could always bear it.
Tears came to my eyes, and then suddenly Kenneth's voice broke in,
'Crying, Goody? What's the matter?'
I had not noticed he was in the room, and hastily controlled myself. His
light, bantering tone jarred upon me, but I answered, trying to laugh,
'Nothing; I am silly, that is all.'
'I don't think you can want to go to wicked London, do you?' he pursued,
as he threw himself back into an easy chair and surveyed me meditatively.
'Do you think you are being banished to Miss Rayner's as a punishment?'
'Of course not. I--I am only sorry that I vex your mother so.'
'You have the remedy in your own hands. But I suppose you get a good
deal of pleasure out of the consciousness of your own superiority to us
all, and that solaces and supports you through everything.'
'You know that is not so!' I said, and my tone was indignant.
He laughed. 'You mustn't get angry, you know; that is not saintly. Are
you frightened of our respected aunt?'
'No, not frightened, but I am not fond of making fresh acquaintances, and
sometimes I feel that there is no place for me here; if only I had a home
of my own!'
'I think I can manage that for you,' was Kenneth's reply. 'Let me send a
line to Gates; I will tell him you are relenting.'
I ignored this speech, and continued: 'You know what I mean. If my
parents had lived, it would have been so different. Not that I have
anything to complain of. No one could be kinder than General and Mrs.
Forsyth. I am only sorry that I have disappointed them so!'
Kenneth was silent for a moment, then he said cheerfully, 'Look here! I
am not going up to town, so I promise to ride over and see you while you
are with my aunt. Then you can tell me if she is bullying you. You need
not stay there if you do not like it.'
I laughed.
'Perhaps I shall like her so much that I shall not want to come back
here. But I shall be very glad to see you if you come.'