A SURPRISE FOR LORD LINLEIGH.
The funeral at Linleigh Court is still talked of in the county. There
had not been for many generations such a scene. The whole country side
were present; the rich and the noble to sympathize and assist, the poor
to look on in wonder. They stood in groups under the trees discussing
the event, they told each other that she had been beautiful as an angel,
with hair that shone like the sun: that when she was younger and before
she had come into possession of her fortune she had loved some one very
much, a handsome, young poet; and after she came into her fortune, she
had been true to him, and had refused some of the greatest men in
England, to marry him.
Tears stood in the eyes of those simple men and women as they told each
other the story--that the night before her wedding-day she had been so
cruelly murdered by a burglar who wanted her jewelry. Was there ever a
story so sad. They stood bare-headed as that mournful procession passed
by, pointing out to each other the chief mourners. "There was the young
poet," they said--but who would have recognized Earle? His face was
quite changed; the youth, the beauty had died from it, it was white with
the pallor of despair; the eyes were haggard and wild, the lips quivered
piteously, as the lips of a grieving child. It was hard to believe that
he had ever been handsome, gallant, and gay. Women wept as they looked
at him, and men stood bare-headed, mute, silent, before a great sorrow
that they could so well understand. There was the earl; he looked very
sad, grieved, and anxious, but he was a Studleigh, and on that debonair
race trouble always sat lightly; they had grand capabilities for
throwing off sorrow. They showed each other the stately Duke of
Downsbury, one of the noblest men in England, who was not ashamed to
take his station by the side of Mark Brace, the honest farmer; then
followed a long train of nobles, gentlemen, and friends.
The long procession wound its way through the park, the leaves fell, the
flowers stirred idly in the summer wind, as though recognizing the fact
that a fairer flower had been laid low; the birds sang joyously, as
though death and sorrow were not passing through their midst, and the
bright sun shone warm and golden as they carried the beautiful Lady
Doris to her last home. Oh! sweet summer and fragrant flowers, singing
birds and humming bees, no sadder sight than this ever passed through
your midst!
The same minister who was to have married her read the funeral service
over her. She was to be buried in the family vault of the Studleighs,
but, at the last, Lady Estelle had clung to her, declaring that she
could not endure her darling buried out of her sight, that she must
sleep in the sunshine and flowers, where she could see her grave; and
the duke begged Lord Linleigh to grant her prayer. So it was done; and
in the pretty churchyard so green and silent, with its tall trees and
flowers, she sleeps the long sleep that knows no waking.
The sparrows build their nests there, the gray church-tower is a home
for the rooks, the wood-pigeons coo in the tall trees, the nightingale
sings her sweetest songs, and the fairest blossoms grow over her grave.
The white marble cross gleams through the trees and on it one may read
the short, sad story of Lady Doris Studleigh.
That same summer day, guests and friends returned home, the duke and
duchess alone remaining, with Mattie Brace. Mark and his wife took their
leave.
"I shall never forget her," said honest Mark, as he wrung Earle's hand;
"she was the most winsome lass I ever saw; I shall never look up at the
skies without thinking I see her sweet face there."
Some months afterward--he did not attend to it just then--Lord Linleigh
settled a handsome annuity on the farmer and his wife. They lived
honored, esteemed, and respected to a good old age; but they never
forgot the child who had come to them in the wind and the rain--the
beautiful girl whose tragical end cast a shadow over their lives.
A deep, settled gloom fell over Linleigh. Many thought that Earle would
never recover; the spring of his life seemed broken. It would have been
hard for him if he had never found her in Florence; but having so found
her, having won her love, her heart, her wild, graceful fancy, having
made so sure that she would one day be his wife, it was harder still.
Every resource, every energy, every hope, seemed crushed and dead.
He remained at Linleigh Court through the winter. Lord Linleigh would
say to him at times:
"We must think about your future, Earle; it is time something was done."
His only answer was that he wanted no future; that the only mercy which
could be shown to him now, was an early death and a speedy one.
They had great patience with him, knowing that youth is impatient with
sorrow, with despair--knowing that time would lessen the terrible grief,
and give back some of its lost brightness to life.
At the end of the autumn even his physical strength seemed to fail him,
and the doctors, summoned by Lord Linleigh in alarm, said he must
positively spend the winter in some warmer climate.
"Let me stay and die here," he said to the earl.
But Lord Linleigh had grown warmly attached to him. He was intent on
saving him if possible. The duchess came to the rescue: she said, that
after the terrible shock some change was needful for all. If Lady
Estelle did not feel equal to going abroad, let her spend the winter at
Downsbury Castle with them, while Lord Linleigh and Earle went abroad
together. Though Lady Estelle demurred at being separated from her
husband, she saw that the change of scene and travel would be most
beneficial for him, so she consented.
She went to Downsbury Castle with the duchess, and Lord Linleigh took
Earle to Spain.
They were absent nearly five months, but time and travel did much for
them. Earle recovered his lost strength and much of his lost energy;
once more his genius reasserted itself; once more grand, beautiful,
noble ideas shaped themselves before him; once more the strong manly
desire to be first and foremost in the battle of life came over him.
Together they planned great deeds. Earle was to take his place in
Parliament again; he was to be Lord Linleigh's right hand.
"You will always be like an elder son to me," said Lord Linleigh one
day. "I shall have no one to study but you."
Then Earle was doubly fortunate; the duke had an excellent civil
appointment in his power; when it became vacant, he offered it to Earle,
who gratefully accepted it.
"Now," said Lord Linleigh to him, "your position is secure--your fortune
is made."
And Earle sighed deeply, remembering how happy this might have made him
once.
They were to return to England in April; and then a grand surprise
awaited the earl. He received a letter to say that Lady Estelle, having
grown tired of Downsbury Castle, had gone to a pretty estate of his in
Wales--Gymglas--and that, on his return, he was to join her there.
"What a strange whim," said Lord Linleigh to Earle. "Gone to Gymglas. I
have not been in Wales for some time. It will be quite pleasant--quite a
treat to me."
When he returned to England, they went at once to Gymglas.
They reached the hall one fine day in April, when the world was all fair
with the coming spring. Lord Linleigh thought he had never seen his wife
looking so young or so fair. He had left her pale, with a quiet, languid
sadness that seemed almost like despair: now her face was flushed with a
dainty color, her eyes were bright; she was animated, joyous, and happy.
It was a strange, subtle change, that he hardly understood.
"My darling Estelle," he said, "how happy I am to see you looking so
bright! Has anything happened while I have been away?"
"Am I looking so well?" she asked, in a voice so full of heart's music
he hardly recognized it. "Do you love me better than ever, Ulric?"
"Yes, a thousand times, if it be possible," he replied.
"Come with me," she said.
He half hesitated. He was tired, hungry, and longing for rest and
refreshment.
She laughed in a gay, saucy fashion, quite unlike her own.
"I know," she said, "you think a glass of sherry would be far better
than any little sentimental surprise I could give you. Wait and see;
follow me."
She looked so charming and irresistible, he forgot all that he wanted
and went after her. He expected to see a new conservatory or some pretty
improvement in the old hall; but, rather to his surprise, she led the
way up-stairs. He had almost forgotten the house; it was so large and
old-fashioned. The beautiful countess stood quite still as they reached
a large door, and placed her finger mysteriously on her lips.
"I am quite sure that you will be more pleased than ever you have been
in your life before," she said.
She opened the door, and he followed her into a large, lofty,
beautifully furnished room. In the midst of it stood a cozy and costly
cradle. His wife took his hand and led him to it. She drew the silken
curtain aside, and there lay the loveliest babe the sun ever shone on--a
little, golden head, shining with curls--a face like a rosebud, with
sweet little lips. One pretty hand lay outside on the silken coverlet.
Lord Linleigh looked on in wonder too great for words.
"What is this?" he said, at last.
His wife laughed a sweet, low, happy laugh, such as he had not heard
from her lips since the days of her happy girlhood.
"I will introduce you," she said. "Lord Linleigh, this is your son and
heir, Lawrence Lord Studleigh, called in nursery parlance 'Laurie the
beautiful!'"
The earl looked at his wife in a bewildered manner.
"You do not mean to tell me that this is my--our son, Estelle?"
"I do, indeed, Ulric. I did not tell you before, because I was afraid. I
thought I should die. I never even had the hope of living--that made me
go home with my mother. Are you pleased?"
"Why, my darling! how can I tell you? what am I to say to you? Pleased
is not the word. I am lost in delight. So I really have a little son.
Raise him--he looks like a beautiful bird in a nest. Place him in my
arms, and let me kiss him. My own little son! Talk of a surprise! this
is one! Call Earle, darling! let Earle see him."
And when Earle came, just as though he knew he was to be admired and
worshiped, the baby opened a pair of beautiful eyes, and looked so good
and sweet that they were charmed.
Lord Linleigh could not recover himself to think that he who had no hope
of succession should suddenly find this pretty little son. To the end of
his life he persisted in teasing his wife by always calling his eldest
son "The Surprise."
So that was, indeed, a happy coming home.
Earle went to London then to begin his life's work. The earl and the
countess returned to Linleigh, where, in the smiles of her children,
Lady Estelle grew young again. Fair-faced daughters and sturdy, noble
boys made the walls of the Court ring again. The earl was happy beyond
measure, but neither he nor his wife ever forgot the hapless, beautiful
girl whom they had lost.