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"I am going to have more than that, now I am about it," said Sarah.]
ON THE MOUNTAIN;
OR,
LOST AND FOUND.
BY
LUCY ELLEN GUERNSEY
AUTHOR OF "IRISH AMY," "OPPOSITE NEIGHBOURS," "COMFORT ALLISON,"
"THE TATTLER," "NELLY; OR, THE BEST INHERITANCE,"
"TWIN ROSES," "ETHEL'S TRIAL," "THE FAIRCHILDS,"
"THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL EXHIBITION," "THE RED PLANT,"
"PERCY'S HOLIDAYS," ETC.
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PHILADELPHIA:
AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION
NO. 1122 CHESTNUT STREET.
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NEW YORK: NO. 8 AND 10 BIBLE HOUSE, ASTOR PLACE.
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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by the
AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
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WESCOTT & THOMSON HENRY B. ASHMEAD
Stereotypers and Electrotypers, Philada. Printer, Philada.
CONTENTS.
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CHAPTER I.
FANNY
CHAPTER II.
SARAH
CHAPTER III.
CONSEQUENCES
CHAPTER IV.
THE STUMBLING BLOCK
CHAPTER V.
DANGER
CHAPTER VI.
AT MEETING
CHAPTER VII.
THE OFFENCE GIVEN
CHAPTER VIII.
SARAH'S PLANS
CHAPTER IX.
THE LOST CHILD
CHAPTER X.
ON THE MOUNTAIN
CHAPTER XI.
THE SEARCH
CHAPTER XII.
REPENTANCE
ON THE MOUNTAIN.
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CHAPTER I.
_FANNY._
"GRANDMA, who was that old lady you were talking with, in the porch
after church?"
"I don't know," replied Mrs. Lilly, rather absently, for she was
thinking of the sermon she had heard, and had to come a long way back,
as it were, to answer Fanny's question. "It was old Mrs. Merrill, I
suppose. Oney, we must send her down something this week—some flour and
butter and a good piece of pork or a chicken."
"I don't mean 'her'," said Fanny, in a tone of great contempt. "As if
I cared for that old beggar woman with her poke bonnet as old as the
hills!"
"If you don't care for her, you might," said Mrs. Lilly, in a tone of
some displeasure. "Mrs. Merrill never begged in her life, and she is
a good Christian woman, though she is old and poor. I desire that you
will never let me hear you speak in that way of any old person again."
Fanny flounced in her seat and stuck out her lips, but she was too
desirous of having her questions answered to sulk as she sometimes did.
"But I don't mean Mrs. Merrill, grandmother: I know her very well. I
mean that old lady with white hair put up in rolls at the sides and a
large thin black shawl."
"Oh! That was Mrs. Cassell."
"What! Mrs. Cassell, who lives up in the great house on the hill? Well,
I never should have guessed that."
"Why not?" asked Mrs. Lilly.
"Oh, because she was dressed so plainly and she seemed so familiar with
everybody. I thought Mrs. Cassell was very rich and aristocratic and
all that."
"She 'is' very rich—richer than anybody about here, but I don't know
about the aristocracy. She is a very good, kind, charitable woman, and
everybody likes and respects her."
"Then I suppose the lady and gentleman with her were Mr. and Mrs. Hugh
Brandon?" continued Fanny, paying little attention to her grandmother's
remarks. "I don't think he looks so very different from other people,
if he has written books."
"How did you expect him to look?" asked Oney, laughing. "Did you expect
to see him with wings?"
"They say he is very dissipated," continued Fanny. "They say he drank
and gambled so and treated his wife so badly that his mother sent for
her home. But she would not come without her husband, so the old lady
had to take them both, and now he doesn't do anything but lie about and
smoke and chew opium all day long."
"What nonsense!" said Mrs. Lilly, in a tone of great displeasure.
"Mr. Brandon is, and always has been, a very studious, industrious,
religious young man. I have known him all his life. Who has been
telling you such a heap of slanders?"
"I guess I know," said Oney, as Fanny did not answer. "That sounds a
good deal like one of Mrs. Leyman's stories. I guess Sarah told you."
"Well, I don't care if she did. Mrs. Leyman heard it from Miss Clark,
who does Mrs. Brandon's washing sometimes, and Mrs. Cassell's too; so I
guess she knows all about them."
"A good reason for telling stories about them, because she works
for them!" said Oney. "Miss Clark had better look at home. Her own
character is none too good, for that matter."
"Let me never hear another such word from you, Fanny," said Mrs. Lilly.
"I have forbidden you playing with Sarah Leyman before now, and I tell
you again not to have anything to do with her. If I find you disobeying
me again, I shall punish you."
Fanny looked very angry, but she had learned by this time that her
grandmother was not a person to be trifled with, so she relapsed into a
sulky silence, and did not open her lips again till they reached home.
Then she went up stairs and shut herself into her own room. And when
she was called to dinner, she answered that she did not want any. If
Fanny had been at home, her mother would have been very much distressed
by her refusal to eat. She would have come up stairs and tried to coax
her by promising all sorts of good things. And when Fanny had made
fuss enough, she would have given up and eaten her dinner with a good
appetite. No such thing happened on this occasion.
"You had better come down and get your dinner, I guess," said Oney.
"You will be hungry before tea-time."
"I won't," returned Fanny, without turning round from the window. "I
wish you would go away and shut the door."
Oney did as she was desired. And no sooner had she gone down stairs
than Fanny stole to the head of them to listen.
"She says she doesn't want any dinner," she heard Oney say.
"Oh, very well, we will have ours," answered Mrs. Lilly. "You made a
chicken pie, didn't you?"
"Yes, and some raspberry pies and gingerbread. Hadn't I better carry
Fanny something?"
"No," replied her grandmother, decidedly; "let her come down if she
wants her dinner. However, I will give her another call." And she
opened the door so quickly that Fanny had no time to get away.
"You had better come down to your dinner, Fanny," said she. "You know
we shall have tea quite late on account of going to the five-o'clock
meeting."
"I don't want any dinner," said Fanny, sulkily.
"Are you sick?"
"No, but I don't want any dinner," replied Fanny, thinking that her
grandmother was going to give way and coax her, as her mother would
have done.
"Very well," said Mrs. Lilly. And she shut the door without another
word.
Fanny could hear the rattle of the knives and forks, and the
conversation between her grandmother and Oney about the sermon and
the Sunday-schools. It was clear that they were not going to send her
anything, and that nobody would suffer from her perversity but herself.
But still she could not make up her mind to sacrifice her pride and
come down stairs. She was very hungry, and very fond both of chicken
and raspberry pie, but nobody came to bring her any.
She thought she would try another line of conduct, and she burst out
crying and cried as loud as she could. She cried till she was tired,
but nobody came near her. For the truth was Mrs. Lilly had grown weary
of Fanny's airs, and had made up her mind that the girl must, as she
said, be broken in.
Finding that crying did no more good than sulking, Fanny presently
stopped. For as she had cried only to get her own way, she could stop
whenever she pleased. She went to the head of the stairs and listened.
She could hear Oney wiping up the dishes and singing—
"Awake, my soul, to joyful lays!"
And she could hear the gentle "creak, creak," of her grandmother's
rocking-chair, in which the old lady was apt to take a nap after
dinner. Everything else was quiet about the house, and out of doors
too, for that matter, except the chirping of the birds, the soft
sighing of the wind, saying "hush, hush," in the two great pine trees
behind the house, and now and then a low or bleat from the pastures.
She looked out of the window.
"Oh dear, how lonesome it is here!" she said to herself. "If I ever get
back to the city again, I shall know when I am well off. There! It is
only two o'clock," as the distant sound of the church clock came from
the village. "Only two o'clock, and we shall not have tea till seven,
I know. We never do on Sunday nights, because grandma and Oney always
go to that stupid meeting at the schoolhouse. Oh dear, how hungry I am!
I shall starve if I don't have something before tea-time. I mean to go
down and ask grandma for something to eat. No, I believe I will ask
Oney first."
Fanny went down to the kitchen, where she found everything in order and
Oney sitting by the shady window reading her Bible. Oney hardly ever
read any book but her Bible on Sunday, because she said she did not
have time to read all she wanted of it any other day.
"Oney, I want something to eat," said Fanny, decidedly. "Get me some
raspberry pie and gingerbread and a drink of milk directly."
"That isn't the way to ask for it," said Oney, quietly. "Besides, if
you want anything to eat, you must ask your grandma."
"Nonsense!" answered Fanny, loftily. "Get me something to eat this
minute, Oney, or you will be sorry."
"Maybe so," said Oney. But she did not stir.
Seeing that commanding did no good, Fanny tried coaxing.
"Come, Oney, do give me something to eat, and I will give you a real
nice present."
"You must ask your grandma, Fanny," was Oney's only reply.
"What is the matter?" asked Mrs. Lilly, coming into the kitchen. "What
are you crying for now, Fanny?" For Fanny was crying again louder than
ever.
"I want my dinner!" said Fanny, passionately. "I didn't come here to be
starved, and I won't stand it. Give me my dinner, I say!"
"You will not get it in that way," said Mrs. Lilly.
Fanny screamed louder than ever.
"Fanny, stop this minute!" said Mrs. Lilly, taking hold of Fanny's arm
in a way quite new to her. "Are you not ashamed of yourself?—A great
girl, fourteen years old! Do you think I am going to have my Sunday
broken up and the whole house disturbed for you? Stop this minute!"
Fanny obeyed, for she was frightened.
"Now, say 'Please, Oney, get me something to eat.'"
"Please get me something to eat," repeated Fanny, meekly.
"Get her a bowl of bread and milk, Oney," said Mrs. Lilly.
"I don't want bread and milk; I want some pie," sobbed Fanny.
"You cannot have any pie, and if you say any more, you will not have
any bread and milk," said her grandmother. "When you have eaten it,
go back to your room, and let me hear no more noise. You have made
yourself ridiculous enough for one day."
Fanny ate her bread and milk and went back to her room, feeling very
crest-fallen indeed. Never in all her short life had she suffered such
a "taking down." She had been for twelve years the only child at home.
Her father was away at his business from morning till night, and her
mother never restrained Fanny in the least.
Mrs. Lilly, the younger, had some new-fashioned theories on the
bringing up of children. She thought they should never be punished,
for fear of making them slaves, nor restrained from saying all they
pleased, lest they should become sly, nor checked in eating, drinking,
or play, for fear they should think too much of these things, nor
taught anything they did not wish to learn, lest their brains should be
overtaxed, or they should take a dislike to learning. She had practiced
all these theories on Fanny, and had not found much trouble so long as
the child stayed in the nursery.
But when Fanny was twelve years old, she had a little brother born, and
by and by a little sister, so that she found herself a person of much
less consequence than she had ever been before. The faults which had
seemed to her mother of little or no consequence when she was alone
were now found very inconvenient and disagreeable. It was not at all
pleasant to have Fanny saying before company whatever came into her
head, and interrupting and contradicting her elders without scruple, or
screaming and throwing herself down on the ground in the public street
so that the policeman came to see what the matter was, or running away
from school to play about the street and spend in sweet things the
money she had taken from her mother's purse. In short, Fanny was found
to be a very naughty, troublesome little girl. And when her mother's
health failed and it was decided that she must travel in Europe, the
nurse told the doctor that there would be no use in Mrs. Lilly's going
abroad unless Fanny stayed at home.
"She will keep her mother in a constant worry about her from morning
till night, and she will be in mischief from the time she goes away
till the time she comes home again. I would not have the charge of her
on shipboard for a thousand dollars, and if she is going, I am not. She
is more trouble than the babies ten times over."
"I believe you are right," said the doctor, who knew Fanny well. "But
what can be done with the child?"
"If her grandmother could take her, it would be the very best thing
that would happen to Fanny," said the nurse. "Mrs. Lilly is an
excellent, sensible woman. She would be kind to Fanny, and bring her
into order if anybody can. I don't blame the child so much as I do some
other folks, but she is just as hard to manage as if it were all her
own fault."
"I will talk to Mr. Lilly about the matter," said the doctor. "I think
you are right, nurse. It will never do for Fanny to go with her mother.
And if the old lady is willing, she is just the person to take charge
of the child."
There was a terrible scene with Fanny when she found that she was to go
to her grandmother's in the country instead of going abroad with her
father and mother. But her father was firm, and for once her mother did
not interfere. There was no help for it. Go she must, and she comforted
herself by thinking that at least she should do as she pleased at her
grandmother's, and be a very great lady indeed.
But here, too, she found herself disappointed. Mrs. Lilly was very kind
to Fanny and very forbearing with her, remembering how much she had
been indulged at home. But she very soon saw that it would be necessary
to assert her own authority and make Fanny submit. She was sorry that
the contest should come on a Sunday, but there seemed no help for it.
And she hoped that Fanny would herself see the folly as well as the
naughtiness of her conduct, and try to do better.
Mrs. Lilly was quite an old lady. She lived by herself in the old red
farm-house which stood in the very middle of her large farm, with no
company but Oney, the Indian woman whom she had brought up from a
baby, and a little boy whom she had taken from the poorhouse. The man
who helped manage her farm and took a part of it on shares lived in a
little house down on the roadside just by the gate of the lane that
led to the farm-house. Mrs. Lilly's house was a long, low, red wooden
building, and from the door one could see for a long distance, for the
farm lay high up on the side of the mountain. The house was very plain
and not specially convenient, but it was cool in summer and warm in
winter. It had abundance of closets and store-rooms, and from all the
windows up stairs and down there was something pleasant to be seen.
When the slate quarry was discovered and leased for so much money, many
people thought that Mrs. Lilly would build a new house or come down and
live in the village, but the old lady did neither. When her friends
asked her about it, she said the old house would last her time; that
she had come thither as a bride more than fifty years before and had
lived there ever since, and that no other place would seem like home to
her. When people talked to her son, he said he should like very much to
have his mother live with him (which was quite true), but the old lady
had her own fancies, and he thought it best to let her have her own
way, which was a very good thing, as she would undoubtedly have had it
at any rate. Both Mr. and Mrs. Lilly were very loving and dutiful to
their mother, and wrote to her every week. Her son sent her plenty of
books and papers, and fine tea and coffee such as he knew she liked,
and her daughter made her pretty caps and shawls, and sent her rare
green-house plants, and everybody was contented all round.
But Fanny was not satisfied at all in her new home. In the first place,
she was really lonely. She missed her school and the bustle of the
streets, and she was rather afraid of the solitude and of the great
dark mountain which rose so close and steep behind the house. Then,
so far from being considered a young lady, she was treated only as a
little girl, and made to behave better than she had ever done in her
life.
Then, too, her grandmother was surprised and distressed at the child's
ignorance. For Fanny, though she had been to a very expensive and
fashionable school, was not as far advanced at fourteen as she ought
to have been at nine. She could not say the multiplication table, and
knew next to nothing of English grammar, though she had begun French
and Latin. And when her grandmother told her that the world was round,
and showed her by means of a ball of yarn and a knitting needle how it
turned on its axis, Fanny was perfectly astonished and could hardly
believe it.
"Didn't you learn that in school, Fanny?" asked Oney.
"There was something about it in the geography book," said Fanny, "but
I never understood it. I thought the world was shaped just like the
map."
Still, Fanny was not unhappy. She liked the fresh air and the green
fields, she was very kindly treated, and she found even a certain
pleasure in being governed. She might have had a very nice time, if she
would have been a good girl and minded her grandmother. But this was
just what she could not make up her mind to do.