"Marriage is a matter of more worth
Than to be dealt in by attorneyship."
--_Shakespeare._
Lester Leland would sail in a few weeks for Europe. He was going to
Italy to study the great masters, and with the determination to spare no
effort to so perfect himself in his art that his fame as the first of
American sculptors should constitute a prize worthy to lay at the feet
of his peerless Elsie.
Their engagement was presently made known to all the connection, and
with no pledge or request of secrecy, her parents deeming such a course
wisest and kindest to all parties. Elsie had many suitors, and it was
but just to them to let it be understood that her selection was made.
The communication was by note to each family, which note contained also
an invitation to a family dinner at Ion, given in honor of the newly
affianced pair.
Of course the matter called forth more or less of discussion in each
household, every one feeling privileged to express an opinion in regard
to the suitableness of the proposed match.
It created some surprise at the Oaks, but as Lester was liked and his
genius admired by them all, there were no unfavorable comments.
At Ashlands the news was received in much the same way, Herbert
remarking, "Well, as it isn't Vi, I don't care a pin."
Everybody at Fairview was delighted. At Pinegrove it was pronounced "an
odd affair," but just like the Travillas; in choosing their friends and
associates they never seemed to look upon wealth as a recommendation, or
the want of it as an objection.
It was at breakfast-time that the note of invitation, addressed to old
Mr. Dinsmore, reached Roselands. He glanced over it, then read it aloud.
"My great-granddaughter engaged to be married!" he remarked, as he laid
it down. "I may well feel myself an aged patriarch! Though 'few and evil
have the days of the years of my life been,'" he added, low and
musingly, ending with a heavy sigh.
"No such thing, father!" said Mrs. Conly, in a quick, impatient tone.
"I'm not going to hear you talk so about yourself; you who have been
always an honorable, upright, polished gentleman."
"But what a wretched mesalliance is this!" she commented, with covert
delight, taking up the note and glancing over its contents. "A poor
artist, destitute of fame and money alike, to mate with an heiress to
hundreds of thousands! Why, poor as I and my children are, I should have
rejected overtures from him for one of my girls with scorn and
indignation."
"Which would have been a decided mistake, I think, mother," remarked
Calhoun, respectfully. "Leland is a fine fellow, of good family, and
very talented. He'll make his mark some day, and you may live to take
pride in saying that the wife of the famous sculptor Leland is a niece
of yours."
"A half grandniece," she corrected, bridling. "But I shall be an ancient
dame indeed before that comes to pass."
"I have found him a very gentlemanly and intelligent fellow," remarked
Arthur; "and as for money, Elsie is likely to have enough for both."
"So she is," said the grandfather.
"And he is thoroughly good, and will make a kind and appreciative
husband," added Isadore.
Virginia looked scornful and contemptuous. "He's too goody-goody for
me," she said, "but just like the Travillas in that, so will fit in
exactly, I presume. Well, if people like to make fools of themselves, I
don't see that we need be unhappy about it. We'll accept the invitation,
of course, mamma?" turning to her mother; "and the next question is,
what shall we wear?"
"We must make handsome dinner toilets, of course," was the reply; "for,
though none but relatives and connections are to be present, it will be
a large company."
"Yes, and I've no fancy for being outshone by anybody, and Aunt Rose is
sure to be very elegantly attired; Cousin Rose Lacey and Cousin Horace's
wife no less so. Talk of my fondness for dress! It's small compared to
theirs."
"It is principally the doing of the husbands," said Isadore. "Both--or I
might say all three, for Uncle Horace is no exception--are very fond of
seeing their wives well dressed."
"An excellent trait in a gentleman--the determination that his nearest
female relatives shall make a good appearance," remarked Mrs. Conly,
significantly, glancing from father to sons.
"But the ability to bring it about is not always commensurate with the
desire, mother," said Isadore.
"Thank you, Isa," said Calhoun, following her from the room, for she had
risen from the table with her last words; "my mother does not seem to
comprehend the difference between our circumstances and those of some of
our relatives, and I am sure has no idea of the pain her words sometimes
give to grandpa, Art, and myself."
"No, Cal, or she could never be so cruel," Isa answered, laying her hand
affectionately on his arm and looking lovingly into his eyes. "I know
that my brothers deny themselves many an innocent gratification for the
sake of their mother and sisters: and Cal, I do appreciate it."
"I know you do, Isa. Now tell me what you will want for this--"
"Nothing," she interrupted, with an arch smile up into his face. "Do you
suspect me of praising your generosity for a purpose? I have everything
I want for the occasion, I do assure you. But, Cal, what do you suppose
Uncle Horace will think of Elsie's choice?"
"He will not object on the score of Leland's lack of wealth, unless I am
greatly mistaken. But here he comes to speak for himself," he added, as
a horseman was seen coming up the avenue at a brisk canter.
They were standing in the hall, but now stepped out upon the veranda to
greet Mr. Dinsmore as he alighted, giving his horse in charge to a young
negro who came eagerly forward to do the service, quite sure that he
would be suitably rewarded.
It was the lad's firm conviction that "Massa Horace" possessed an
inexhaustible supply of small coin, some of which was very apt to be
transferred to the pockets of those who waited upon him.
Greetings were exchanged and Mr. Dinsmore said, "I am on my way to Ion.
Suppose you order your pony, Isa, and ride over with me. They will be
glad to see you. I want a few moments chat with my father, and that will
give you time to don your hat and habit."
Isadore was nothing loath, and within half an hour they were on their
way.
"You have heard the news?" her uncle remarked inquiringly.
"Of Elsie's engagement? Yes, sir. You were discussing it with grandpa
and mamma, were you not?"
"Yes," and he smiled slightly.
"You don't think as she does about it, uncle?"
"No, I am fully satisfied; that the young man is well-bred, good,
amiable, honest, intelligent, educated, talented and industrious seems
to me quite sufficient. My only objection is that the engagement seems
likely to be a long one. And yet that has the advantage of leaving the
dear child longer in her father's house."
"Of which I for one am very glad," said Isa. "What a sweet girl she is,
uncle!"
"Yes; she strongly resembles her mother in person and character; has
always seemed to me a sort of second edition of her."
They found the Travillas, old and young, all out on the veranda enjoying
a family chat before scattering to their various employments for the
day.
Grandpa, though seldom a day passed without a visit from him to Ion, was
welcomed with all the effusion and delight that might reasonably have
been expected if he had not been seen for a month. His daughter's eyes
shone with filial love and pleasure as they exchanged their accustomed
affectionate greeting, and, as he took possession of the comfortable
arm-chair Mr. Travilla hastened to offer, his grandchildren clustered
about him, the little ones climbing his knees with the freedom and
fearlessness of those who doubted neither their right nor their welcome.
But in the meantime Isadore was not forgotten or overlooked. She too was
quite at home at Ion and always made to feel that her visits were
esteemed a pleasure.
There was a slight timidity of manner, a sweet half shyness about the
younger Elsie this morning that was very charming. Her eyes drooped
under her grandfather's questioning look and smile and the color came
and went on her fair cheek.
He said nothing to her, however, until the younger ones had been
summoned away to their studies, then turned to her with the remark, "I
must congratulate Lester Leland when next I see him. Well, my dear
child, I trust you have not made a hasty choice?"
"I think not, grandpa; we have known each other quite intimately for
several years," she answered, casting down her eyes and blushing deeply.
"You do not disapprove?"
"I have no right to object if your parents are satisfied," he said. "But
there, do not look uncomfortable; I really think Lester a fine fellow,
and am quite willing to number him among my grandchildren."
She gave him a bright, grateful look; then she and Isa stole away
together for a little girlish confidence, leaving the older people to a
more business-like discussion of the matter.
On every subject of grave importance Mr. Dinsmore was taken into the
counsels of his daughter and her husband. His approval on this occasion,
though they had scarcely doubted it, was gratifying to both.
There were no declinations of the invitation to the family dinner-party,
and at the appointed time the whole connection gathered at Ion--a large
and goodly troop--the adults in drawing-room and parlors, the little
ones in the nursery.
There was the Roselands branch, consisting of the old grandfather, with
his daughter, Mrs. Conly, and her numerous progeny.
From the Oaks came Mr. Horace Dinsmore, Sr., and Mr. Horace Dinsmore,
Jr., with their wives and a bright, beautiful, rollicking year-old boy,
whom the proud young father styled Horace III.; also Molly's half
brother and sister, Bob and Betty Johnson, to whom their uncle and aunt
still gave a home and parental care and affection.
All the Howards, of Pinegrove, were there too--three generations, two of
the sons bringing wives and little ones with them.
The Carringtons, of Ashlands, were also present; for, though not
actually related to the Travillas, the old and close friendship, and the
fact that they were of Mrs. Rose Dinsmore's near kindred, seemed to
place them on the footing of relationship.
But we are forgetting Mrs. Travilla's sister Rose. She was now Mrs.
Lacey, of the Laurels--a handsome place some four miles from Ion--and
mother of a fine son, whom she and her husband brought with them to the
family gathering and exhibited to the assembled company with no little
joy and pride.
It remains only to mention Lester Leland and his relatives of Fairview,
who were all there, received and treated as honored guests by their
entertainers, with urbane politeness by all the others, except Mrs.
Conly and Virginia, who saw fit to appear almost oblivious of their
existence.
They, however, took a sensible view of the situation, and were quite
indifferent as to the opinions and behavior toward them of the two
haughty women.
No one else seemed to notice it; all was apparent harmony and good will,
and Lester felt himself welcomed into the family with at least a show of
cordiality from the most of the relatives of his betrothed.
She behaved very sweetly, conducting herself with a half shy, modest
grace that disarmed even Aunt Conly's criticism.
A few happy weeks followed, weeks rosy and blissful with love's young
dream, then Lester tore himself away and left his Elsie mourning; for
half the brightness and bloom of life seemed to have gone with him.
Father and mother were very patient with her, very tender and
sympathizing, very solicitous to amuse and entertain and help her to
renew her old zest for simple home pleasures and employments, the old
enjoyment of their love and that of her brothers and sisters.
Ah! in after days she recalled it all--especially the gentle, tender
persuasiveness of her father's looks and tones, the caressing touch of
his hand, the loving expression of his eye--with a strange mixture of
gladness and bitter sorrow, an unavailing, remorseful regret that she
had not responded more readily and heartily to these manifestations of
his strong fatherly affection. There came a time when a caress from him
was coveted far more than those of her absent lover.