WHAT LOVE CAN DO.
Why and wherefore the fever went down and the girl got better no one
could quite tell. Of course, it was supposed to be the work of Leucha,
and perhaps in a measure it was; for when a very warm heart longs for
one thing, and that thing is denied her by passion, ill-temper, and
spite, and then at the critical moment--the most critical moment of
all--is given to her, the effect cannot but be immense. It began by a
great soothing, a happy light in the troubled eyes, a smile round the
sweet, nobly formed lips, the words coming again and yet again,
'Leuchy, Leuchy, I have got you, after all!'
In less than a week Hollyhock was quite out of danger. She recognised
her father; she recognised Jasper; she recognised dear Aunt Cecilia.
She was gentle and sweet to every one. Only once she asked in an
anxious tone, 'Leuchy, is my Lightning Speed all right?'
'Oh yes, you may be sure of that,' replied Leucha. 'There never was a
horse so fussed over.'
'Then I 'm happy,' whispered Hollyhock. 'Hold my hand, Leuchy.'
Leucha did so, and the sick girl dreamt happy dreams, during which her
fever quite departed.
The doctors--for the Duke insisted on their coming constantly--said
that it was a strange and remarkable case of recovery by the power of
love. They looked with a puzzled expression at the object of that
love, but held their peace, for Leucha had done what none of them could
have achieved.
Just before Christmas-time the Duke of Ardshiel insisted on having an
interview with Hollyhock.
'Oh, my dear, my darling,' he said; and his old lips trembled and his
great, dark, magnificent eyes flashed with a very subdued and very
softened fire. 'Oh, my love, the Almighty has given you back to the
old man.'
'Sit close to me, Ardshiel,' exclaimed Hollyhock, 'and hold my hand. I
love you so well, Ardshiel.'
'I want you to do something for me, my Hollyhock, I have got your
father's consent and also the doctors' consent, and they say--the
doctors do--that a long, long rest will be best for you; so I have my
plans all formed. I want you to come, to come away to be company to
the old man for Christmas; and afterwards, when you are a bit stronger,
I mean to take you to the Riviera, where the sun shines all day and the
flowers bloom. Will you come with the old man, my dear?'
'Oh Ardshiel, I would, I would; but listen, Ardshiel dear, and don't be
angry. I cannot leave Leuchy behind, for you know she saved my life,
no less.'
'I 'll have her at the Castle, but I 'll not take her to the Riviera,'
said the Duke. 'You'll be strong enough, my bonnie lass, to be back at
the Palace of the Kings at Easter; but, to tell the honest truth, I
have no liking for the maid you call Leucha. However, she has done
good work for you, and I have a special locket and crest to give her.
I 'll take Jasmine to keep you company when we go to the Riviera, and
you 'll meet your friend again at Easter. Will you oblige a very old
man so far, my blessing?'
'Oh Duke, oh Ardshiel, you are the blessedest and the best,' said
Hollyhock. 'How pleased Leuchy will be about the locket! And may I
tell her my own self? And may she really come to your castle with me?'
'Yes, my bonnie one, she may. She 'll come with you as a sort of
nurse, I take it; and you may tell her what you like, Holly, for there
's nought that I wouldn't do for you.'
So Hollyhock was moved on Christmas Eve to Ardshiel's great castle, and
the Duke was nearly beside himself with delight. He was a little
sharp, however, with wee Leuchy, for he had managed to pick out all her
poor story by now, and had learned how Hollyhock had once frightened
and then nursed her, and he guessed by the look on her face that Leuchy
belonged to the unforgiving of the earth.
Nevertheless, she had saved Hollyhock now, and he was bound to be good
to her for that reason. His nephew, the next heir to the title, was
staying at the Castle, and this Cameron had a son of his own, 'the
bonniest lad you could clap eyes on,' who would, all in good time, be
Duke and owner of great possessions.
The old Duke twinkled his eyes when he saw Leucha making up to the
goodly youth; but he said no words, for he had other plans for his
grand-nephew--very different plans. As for young Cameron, he took such
a very violent dislike to poor Leucha on the spot that she soon ceased
to pay him attention.
Lady Crossways, hearing of this delightful visit, had sent down a whole
boxful of gaudy and unsuitable clothes for Leucha; but Hollyhock, with
her true and rare eye for colour, would not let Leucha be so attired.
She spoke privately to the Duke.
'Ardshiel,' she remarked, 'is your purse still wide open?'
'For _you_, my lassie; for _you_.'
'But I want it to be wide open for another,' said Holly.
'Well, I must do as you wish, Hollyhock, my blessing. I suppose you
want me to'----
'Hark and I 'll tell you,' said Hollyhock, putting her pretty mouth to
the old man's ear.
The result of that whisper was that two boxes of clothes arrived from
the most expensive dressmaker in London, and the old Duke, who had a
passion for dress and for good taste in all respects, presented the
contents of one box to his beloved Holly, and the contents of the other
to Leucha.
'There, lass; there,' he said. 'Your mother won't mind your wearing a
present from the Duke of Ardshiel. Take them and wear them while you
are here. They were chosen by Holly, who has the best taste in the
whole country round.'
Leucha forced herself to admire the rich, quiet clothing which the Duke
and Hollyhock had chosen for her, and wonderful was the change for the
better in her appearance. She had her own maid, too, while at the
Castle, who managed to make the most of her scanty locks.
On the whole Leucha was not quite unhappy while at this noble mansion,
but neither was she quite happy. The Duke had a piercing eye, and when
it flashed on her she seemed to shrink into herself.
Young Cameron, the next heir but one to the dukedom, endeavoured to be
polite to her, but found the task too much for him; whereas Hollyhock's
gay black eyes and more than merry peals of delight charmed the young
man's heart.
Before long Hollyhock was strong enough to go out of doors; and then,
in a very few days, to her exquisite delight, she was permitted to ride
once again on Lightning Speed. Oh, the joy of mounting her beloved
horse! Oh, the joy of the meeting between that horse and his mistress!
The Duke was, as he expressed it, in high feather. The young
Lennoxes--that is, the rest of them--and the young Constables were all
invited to spend many days at the Castle, until at last the Christmas
holidays passed by, and Leucha went back to school; and the Duke, the
Duke's nephew, that nephew's son, and dear, gentle Jasmine, as well as
Hollyhock, all went off on an expedition to the Riviera. There, at the
favoured spot called Beaulieu, the Duke had a villa--a most magnificent
place. Never, never had Hollyhock even dreamed of such splendour, such
sunshine, such joy.
The two men walked about a good deal together. Young Cameron
accompanied Jasmine and Hollyhock wherever they went; but there was an
unmistakable look in his eyes when he glanced at Hollyhock--Hollyhock,
the maid so brave, so beautiful. The Duke read that secret in his eyes
and chuckled inwardly to himself; but Hollyhock was far too young to
notice it, and the wise old Duke kept his secret to himself. 'Time
enough,' he muttered; 'time in plenty; let them remain children yet for
many a long day. Oh, but my old heart feels young again when I look at
her. No wonder the rascal feels as he does, but time--_the_ time has
not come yet--"My love she's but a lassie yet." Why, here she is, her
very self, coming to meet me.'
'Ardshiel,' exclaimed Hollyhock, 'may I walk with you a wee while? You
are such a dear old man, Ardshiel, and I like to feel the touch of your
hand on my shoulder. Oh, but I love you, Ardshiel.'
'And what have you done with my grand-nephew and Jasmine?' asked the
old Duke.
'I do not know,' replied Hollyhock. 'He's a bonnie lad, but I like you
the best of all, Duke of Ardshiel! I love my own people, and the
Precious Stones, and my schoolmates, and the English lass that saved my
life--you are not hurt, Ardshiel? for I cannot but love the English
lass--but of all men, except my Daddy Dumps, you come first, Ardshiel,
my darling man!'
THE END.
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