If the seers of geology are correct in assuming that the age of the
human race is coincident with that of the alluvial stratum, from eighty
to one hundred centuries, are not domestic traditions and household
customs the great arteries in which beat the social life of humanity,
linking the race in homogeneity? Roman women suffered no first day of
May pass without celebrating the festival of Bona Dea; and two thousand
years later, girls who know as little of the manners and customs of
ancient Italy, as of the municipal regulations of fabulous "Manoa," lie
down to sleep on the last day of April, and kissing the fond, maternal
face that bends above their pillows, eagerly repeat:
"You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear:
To-morrow'll be the happiest time of all the glad new-year; Of all the
glad new-year, mother, the maddest, merriest day, For I'm to be Queen
o' the May, mother; I'm to be Queen o' the May."
For a fortnight Edna had been busily engaged in writing colloquies and
speeches for the Sabbath-school children of the village, and in
attending the rehearsals for the perfection of the various parts.
Assisted by Mr. Hammond and the ladies of his congregation, she had
prepared a varied programme, and was almost as much interested in the
success of the youthful orators, as the superintendent of the school,
or the parents of the children. The day was propitious--clear, balmy,
all that could be asked of the blue-eyed month--and as the festival was
to be celebrated in a beautiful grove of elms and chestnuts, almost in
sight of Le Bocage, Edna went over very early to aid in arranging the
tables, decking the platforms with flowers, and training one juvenile
Demosthenes, whose elocution was as unpromising as that of his Greek
model.
Despite her patient teaching this boy's awkwardness threatened to spoil
everything, and as she watched the nervous wringing of his hands and
desperate shuffling of his feet, she was tempted to give him up in
despair. The dew hung heavily on grass and foliage, and the matin carol
of the birds still swelled through the leafy aisles of the grove, when
she took the trembling boy to a secluded spot, directed him to stand on
a mossy log, where two lizards lay blinking, and repeat his speech.
He stammered most unsatisfactorily through it, and, intent on his
improvement, Edna climbed upon a stump and delivered his speech for
him, gesticulating and emphasizing just as she wished him to do. As the
last words of the peroration passed her lips, and while she stood on
the stump, a sudden clapping of hands startled her, and Gordon Leigh's
cheerful voice exclaimed:
"Encore! Encore! Since the days of Hypatia you have not had your equal
among female elocutionists. I would not have missed it for any
consideration, so pray forgive me for eavesdropping." He came forward,
held out his hand and added: "Allow me to assist you in dismounting
from your temporary rostrum, whence you bear your 'blushing honors
thick upon you.' Jamie, do you think you can do as well as Miss Edna
when your time comes?"
"Oh! no, sir; but I will try not to make her ashamed of me."
He snatched his hat from the log and ran off, leaving his friends to
walk back more leisurely to the spot selected for the tables. Edna had
been too much disconcerted by his unexpected appearance, to utter a
word until now, and her tone expressed annoyance as she said:
"I am very sorry you interrupted me, for Jamie will make an ignominious
failure. Have you nothing better to do than stray about the woods like
a satyr?"
"I am quite willing to be satyrized even by you on this occasion; for
what man, whose blood is not curdled by cynicism, can prefer to spend
Mayday among musty law books and red tape, when he has the alternative
of listening to such declamation as you favored me with just now, or of
participating in the sports of one hundred happy children? Beside, my
good 'familiar,' or rather my sortes Proenestinoe, told me that I
should find you here; and I wanted to see you before the company
assembled: why have you so pertinaciously avoided me of late?"
They stood close to each other in the shade of the elms, and Gordon
thought that never before had she looked so beautiful, as the mild
perfumed breeze stirred the folds of her dress, and fluttered the blue
ribbons that looped her hair and girdled her waist.
Just at that instant, ere she could reply, a rustling of the
undergrowth arrested further conversation, and Mr. Murray stepped out
of the adjoining thicket, with his gun in his hand, and his grim pet
Ali at his heels. Whatever surprise he may have felt, his countenance
certainly betrayed none, as he lifted his hat and said:
"Good morning, Leigh. I shall not intrude upon the Sanhedrim, on which
I have happened to stumble, longer than is necessary to ask if you are
so fortunate as to have a match with you? I find my case empty."
Mr. Leigh took a match from his pocket, and while Mr. Murray lighted
his cigar, his eyes rested for an instant only on Edna's flushed face.
"Are you not coming to the children's celebration?" asked Gordon.
"No, indeed! I own that I as lazy as a Turk; but while I am
constitutionally and habitually opposed to labor, I swear I should
prefer to plough or break stones till sundown, sooner than listen to
all the rant and fustian that spectators will be called on to endure
this morning. I have not sufficient courage to remain and witness what
would certainly recall 'the manner of Bombastes Furioso making love to
Distaffina!' Will you have a cigar? Good morning."
He lifted his hat, shouldered his gun, and calling to his dog,
disappeared among the thick undergrowth.
"What an incorrigible savage!" muttered Mr. Leigh, replacing the
match-case in his pocket.
His companion made no answer and was hurrying on, but he caught her
dress and detained her.
"Do not go until you hear what I have to say to you. More than once you
have denied me an opportunity of expressing what you must long ago have
suspected. Edna, you know very well that I love you better than every
thing else--that I have loved you from the first day of our
acquaintance; and I have come to tell you that my happiness is in your
dear little hands; that my future will be joyless unless you share it;
that the one darling hope of my life is to call you my wife. Do not
draw your hand from mine! Dear Edna, let me keep it always. Do I
mistake your feelings when I hope that you return my affection?"
"You entirely mistake them, Mr. Leigh, in supposing that you can ever
be more to me than a very dear and valued friend. It grieves me very
much to be forced to give you pain or cause you disappointment; but I
should wrong you even more than myself, were I to leave you in doubt
concerning my feeling toward you. I like your society, and you have my
entire confidence and highest esteem; but it is impossible that I can
ever be your wife."
"Why impossible?"
"Because I never could love you as I think I ought to love the man I
marry."
"My dear Edna, answer one question candidly. Do you love any one else
better than you love me?"
"No, Mr. Leigh."
"Does Mr. Murray stand between your heart and mine?"
"Oh! no, Mr. Leigh."
"Then I will not yield the hope of winning your love. If your heart is
free, I will have it all my own one day! O Edna! why can not you love
me? I would make you very happy. My darling's home should possess all
that fortune and devoted affection could supply; not one wish should
remain ungratified."
"I am able to earn a home; I do not intend to marry for one."
"Ah! your pride is your only fault, and it will cause us both much
suffering, I fear. Edna, I know how sensitive you are, and how deeply
your delicacy has been wounded by the malicious meddling of
ill-mannered gossips. I know why you abandoned your Hebrew recitations,
and a wish to spare your feelings alone prevented me from punishing
certain scandal-mongers as they deserved. But, dearest, do not visit
their offences upon me! Because they dared ascribe their own ignoble
motives to you, do not lock your heart against me and refuse me the
privilege of making your life happy."
"Mr. Leigh, you are not necessary to my happiness. While our tastes are
in many respects congenial, and it is pleasant to be with you
occasionally, it would not cause me any deep grief if I were never to
see you again."
"O Edna! you are cruel, unlike yourself!" "Forgive me, sir, if I seem
so, and believe me when I assure you that it pains me more to say it
than you to hear it. No woman should marry a man whose affection and
society are not absolutely essential to her peace of mind and heart.
Applying this test to you, I find that mine is in no degree dependent
on you; and, though you may have no warmer friend, I must tell you it
is utterly useless for you to hope that I shall ever love you as you
wish, Mr. Leigh, I regret that I can not; and if my heart were only
puppet of my will, I would try to reciprocate your affection, because I
appreciate so fully and so gratefully all that you generously offer me.
To-day you stretch out your hand to a poor girl, of unknown parentage,
reared by charity--a girl considered by your family and friends an
obscure interloper in aristocratic circles, and with a noble
magnanimity, for which I shall thank you always, you say, 'Come, take
my name, share my fortune, wrap yourself in my love, and be happy! I
will give you a lofty position in society, whence you can look down on
those who sneer at your poverty and lineage.' O, Mr. Leigh! God knows I
wish I loved you as you deserve! Ambition and gratitude alike plead for
you; but it is impossible that I could ever consent to be your wife."
Her eyes were full of tears as she looked in his handsome face,
hitherto so bright and genial; now clouded and saddened by a bitter
disappointment; and suddenly catching both his hands in hers, she
stooped and pressed her lips to them.
"Although you refuse to encourage, you cannot crush the hope that my
affection will, after a while, win yours in return. You are very young,
and as yet scarcely know your own heart, and unshaken constancy on my
part will plead for me in coming years. I will be patient, and as long
as you are Edna Earl--as long as you remain mistress of your own
heart--I shall cling fondly to the only hope that gladdens my future.
Over my feelings you have no control; you may refuse me your hand--that
is your right--but while I shall abstain from demonstrations of
affection, I shall certainly cherish the hope of possessing it.
Meantime, permit me to ask whether you still contemplate leaving Mrs.
Murray's house? Miss Harding told my sister yesterday that in a few
months you would obtain a situation as governess or teacher in a
school."
"Such is certainly my intention; but I am at a loss to conjecture how
Miss Harding obtained her information, as the matter has not been
alluded to since her arrival."
"I trust you will pardon me the liberty I take, in warning you to be
exceedingly circumspect in your intercourse with her, for I have reason
to believe that her sentiments toward you are not so friendly as might
be desired."
"Thank you, Mr. Leigh. I am aware of her antipathy, though of its cause
I am ignorant; and our intercourse is limited to the salutations of the
day, and the courtesies of the table."
Drawing from her finger the emerald which had occasioned so many
disquieting reflections, Edna continued:
"You must allow me to return the ring, which I have hitherto worn as a
token of friendship, and which I cannot consent to retain any longer.
'Peace be with you,' dear friend, is the earnest prayer of my heart.
Our paths in life will soon diverge so widely that we shall probably
see each other rarely; but none of your friends will rejoice more
sincerely than I to hear of your happiness and prosperity, for no one
else has such cause to hold you in grateful remembrance. Good-bye, Mr.
Leigh. Think of me hereafter only as a friend."
She gave him both hands for a minute, left the ring in his palm, and,
with tears in her eyes, went back to the tables and platforms.
Very rapidly chattering groups of happy children collected in the
grove; red-cheeked boys clad in white linen suits, with new straw hats
belted with black, and fair-browed girls robed in spotless muslin,
garlanded with flowers, and bright with rosy badges. Sparkling eyes,
laughing lips, sweet, mirthful, eager voices, and shadowless hearts.
Ah! that Mayday could stretch from the fairy tropic-land of childhood
to the Arctic zone of age, where snows fall chilling and desolate,
drifting over the dead but unburied hopes which the great stream of
time bears and buffets on its broad, swift surface.
The celebration was a complete success; even awkward Jamie acquitted
himself with more ease and grace than his friends had dared to hope.
Speeches and songs were warmly applauded, proud parents watched their
merry darlings with eyes that brimmed with tenderness; and the heart of
Semiramis never throbbed more triumphantly than that of the delighted
young Queen of May, who would not have exchanged her floral crown for
all the jewels that glittered in the diadem of the Assyrian sovereign.
Late in the evening of that festal day Mr. Hammond sat alone on the
portico of the old-fashioned parsonage. The full moon, rising over the
arched windows of the neighboring church, shone on the marble monuments
that marked the rows of graves; and the golden beams stealing through
the thick vines which clustered around the wooden columns, broidered in
glittering arabesque the polished floor at the old man's feet.
That solemn, mysterious silence which nature reverently folds like a
velvet pall over the bier of the pale, dead day, when the sky is
"Filling more and more with crystal light,
As pensive evening deepens into night,"
was now hushing the hum and stir of the village; and only the
occasional far-off bark of a dog, and the clear, sweet vesper-song of a
mocking-bird singing in the myrtle tree, broke the repose so soothing
after the bustle of the day. To labor and to pray from dawn till dusk
is the sole legacy which sin-stained man brought through the flaming
gate of Eden, and, in the gray gloaming, mother Earth stretches her
vast hands tenderly over her drooping, toil-spent children, and
mercifully murmurs nunc dimillis.
Close to the minister's armchair stood a small table covered with a
snowy cloth, on which was placed the evening meal, consisting of
strawberries, honey, bread, butter and milk. At his feet lay the white
cat, bathed in moonshine, and playing with a fragrant spray of
honeysuckle which trailed within reach of her paws, and swung to and
fro, like a spicy censer, as the soft breeze stole up from the starry
south. The supper was untasted, the old man's silvered head leaned
wearily on his shrunken hand, and through a tearful mist his mild eyes
looked toward the churchyard, where gleamed the monumental shafts that
guarded his mouldering household idols, his white-robed, darling dead.
His past was a wide, fair, fruitful field of hallowed labor, bounteous
with promise for that prophetic harvest whereof God's angels are
reapers; and his future, whose near horizon was already rimmed with the
light of eternity, was full of that blessed 'peace which passeth all
understanding.' Yet to-night, precious reminiscences laid their soft,
mesmeric fingers on his heart, and before him, all unbidden, floated
visions of other Maydays, long, long ago, when the queen of his boyish
affections had worn her crown of flowers; and many, many years later,
when, as the queen of his home, and the proud mother of his children,
she had stood with her quivering hand nestled in his, listening
breathlessly to the Mayday speech of their golden-haired daughter,
"Why does the sea of thought thus backward roll? Memory's the breeze
that through the cordage raves, And ever drives us on some homeward
shoal, As if she loved the melancholy waves That, murmuring shoreward,
break o'er a reef of graves."
The song of the mocking-bird still rang from the downy cradle of myrtle
blossoms, and a whip-poor-will answered from a cedar in the churchyard,
when the slamming of the parsonage gate startled the shy thrush that
slept in the vines that overarched it, and Mr. Leigh came slowly up the
walk, which was lined with purple and white lilies whose loveliness,
undiminished by the wear of centuries, still rivaled the glory of
Solomon.
As he ascended the steps and removed his hat, the pastor rose and
placed a chair for him near his own.
"Good evening, Gordon. Where did you immure yourself all day? I
expected to find you taking part in the children's festival, and hunted
for you in the crowd."
"I expected to attend, but this morning something occurred which
unfitted me for enjoyment of any kind; consequently I thought it best
to keep myself and my moodiness out of sight."
"I trust nothing serious has happened?"
"Yes, something that threatens to blast all my hopes, and make my life
one great disappointment. Has not Edna told you?"
"She has told me nothing relative to yourself, but I noticed that she
was depressed and grieved about something. She was abstracted and
restless, and went home very early, pleading fatigue and headache."
"I wish I had a shadow of hope that her heart ached also! Mr. Hammond,
I am very wretched, and have come to you for sympathy and counsel. Of
course you have seen for a long time that I loved her very devotedly,
that I intended if possible to make her my wife. Although she was very
shy and guarded, and never gave me any reason to believe she returned
my affection, I thought--I hoped she would not reject me, and I admired
her even more because of her reticence, for I could not value a love
which I knew was mine unasked. To-day I mentioned the subject to her,
told her how entirely my heart was hers, offered her my hand and
fortune, and was refused most decidedly. Her manner more than her words
distressed and discouraged me. She showed so plainly that she felt only
friendship for me, and entertained only regret for the pain she gave
me. She was kind and delicate, but oh! so crushingly positive! I saw
that I had no more place in her heart than that whip-poor-will in the
cedars yonder. And yet I shall not give her up; while I live I will
cling to the hope that I may finally win her. Thousands of women have
rejected a man again and again and at last yielded and accepted him;
and I do not believe Edna can withstand the devotion of a lifetime."
"Do not deceive yourself, Gordon. It is true many women are flattered
by a man's perseverance, their vanity is gratified. They first reproach
themselves for the suffering they inflict, then gratitude for constancy
comes to plead for the inconsolable suitor, and at last they persuade
themselves that such devotion can not fail to make them happy. Such a
woman Edna is not, and if I have correctly understood her character,
never can be. I sympathize with you, Gordon, and it is because I love
you so sincerely that I warn you against a hope destined to cheat you."
"But she admitted that she loved no one else, and I can see no reason
why, after a while, she may not give me her heart."
"I have watched her for years. I think I know her nature better than
any other human being, and I tell you, Edna Earl will never coax and
persuade herself to marry any man, no matter what his position and
endowments may be. She is not a dependent woman; the circumstances of
her life have forced her to dispense with companionship, she is
sufficient for herself; and while she loves her friends warmly and
tenderly, she feels the need of no one. If she ever marries, it will
not be from gratitude or devotion, but because she learned to love,
almost against her will, some strong, vigorous thinker, some man whose
will and intellect masters hers, who compels her heart's homage, and
without whose society she can not persuade herself to live."
"And why may I not hope that such will, one day, be my good fortune?"
For a few minutes Mr. Hammond was silent, walking up and down the wide
portico; and when he resumed his seat, he laid his hand affectionately
on the young man's shoulder, saying:
"My dear Gordon, your happiness as well as hers is very dear to me. I
love you both, and you will, you must, forgive me if what I am about to
say should wound or mortify you. Knowing you both as I do, and wishing
to save you future disappointment, I should, even were you my own son,
certainly tell you. Gordon, you will never be Edna's husband, because
intellectually she is your superior. She feels this, and will not marry
one to whose mind her own does not bow in reverence. To rule the man
she married would make her miserable, and she could only find happiness
in being ruled by an intellect to which she looked up admiringly. I
know that many very gifted women have married their inferiors, but Edna
is peculiar, and in some respects totally unlike any other woman whose
character I have carefully studied. Gordon, you are not offended with
me?"
Mr. Leigh put out his hand, grasped that of his companion, and his
voice was marked by unwonted tremor as he answered:
"You pain and humiliate me beyond expression, but I could never be
offended at words which I am obliged to feel are dictated by genuine
affection. Mr. Hammond, might not years of thought and study remove the
obstacle to which you allude? Can I not acquire all that you deem
requisite? I would dedicate my life to the attainment of knowledge, to
the improvement of my faculties."
"Erudition would not satisfy her. Do you suppose she could wed a mere
walking encyclopaedia? She is naturally more gifted than you are, and,
unfortunately for you, she discovered the fact when you were studying
together."
"But, sir, women listen to the promptings of heart much oftener than to
the cold, stern dictates of reason."
"Very true, Gordon; but her heart declares against you."
"Do you know any one whom you regard as fully worthy of her--any one
who will probably win her?"
"I know no man whose noble, generous heart renders him so worthy of her
as yourself; and if she could only love you as you deserve, I should be
rejoiced; but that I believe to be impossible."
"Do you know how soon she expects to leave Le Bocage?"
"Probably about the close of the year."
"I cannot bear to think of her as going among strangers--being buffeted
by the world, while she toils to earn a maintenance. It is
inexpressibly bitter for me to reflect, that the girl whom I love above
everything upon earth, who would preside so gracefully, so elegantly
over my home, and make my life so proud and happy, should prefer to
shut herself up in a school-room, and wear out her life in teaching
fretful, spoiled, trying children! Oh, Mr. Hammond! can you not prevail
upon her to abandon this scheme? Think what a complete sacrifice it
will be."
"If she feels that the hand of duty points out this destiny as hers, I
shall not attempt to dissuade her; for peace of mind and heart is found
nowhere, save in accordance with the dictates of conscience and
judgment. Since Miss Harding's arrival at Le Bocage, I fear Edna will
realize rapidly that she is no longer needed as a companion by Mrs.
Murray, and her proud spirit will rebel against the surveillance to
which I apprehend she is already subjected. She has always expressed a
desire to maintain herself by teaching, but I suspect that she will do
so by her pen. When she prepares to quit Mrs. Murray's house I shall
offer her a home in mine; but I have little hope that she will accept
it, much as she loves me, for she wants to see something of that
strange mask called 'life' by the world. She wishes to go to some large
city, where she can command advantages beyond her reach in this quiet
little place, and where her own exertions will pay for the roof that
covers her. However we may deplore this decision, certainly we can not
blame her for the feeling that prompts it."
"I have racked my brain for some plan by which I could share my fortune
with her without her suspecting the donor; for if she rejects my hand,
I know she would not accept one cent from me. Can you suggest any
feasible scheme?"
Mr. Hammond shook his head, and after some reflection answered:
"We can do nothing but wait and watch for an opportunity of aiding her.
I confess, Gordon, her future fills me with serious apprehension; she
is so proud, so sensitive, so scrupulous, and yet so boundlessly
ambitious. Should her high hopes, her fond dreams be destined to the
sharp and summary defeat which frequently overtakes ambitious men and
women early in life, I shudder for her closing years and the almost
unendurable bitterness of her disappointed soul."
"Why do you suppose that she aspires to authorship?"
"She has never intimated such a purpose to me; but she can not be
ignorant of the fact that she possesses great talent, and she is too
conscientious to bury it."
"Mr. Hammond, you may be correct in your predictions, but I trust you
are wrong; and I can not believe that any woman whose heart is as warm
and noble as Edna's, will continue to reject such love as I shall
always offer her. Of one thing I feel assured, no man will ever love
her as well, or better than I do, and to this knowledge she will awake
some day. God bless her! she is the only woman I shall ever want to
call my wife."
"I sympathize most keenly with your severe disappointment, my dear
young friend, and shall earnestly pray that in this matter God will
overrule all things for your happiness as well as hers. He who notes
the death of sparrows, and numbers even the hairs of our heads, will
not doom your noble, tender heart to life-long loneliness and hunger."
With a long, close clasp of hands they parted. Gordon Leigh walked
sadly between the royal lily-rows, hoping that the future would redeem
the past; and the old man sat alone in the serene, silent night,
watching the shimmer of the moon on the marble that covered his dead.