"Of truth, he truly will all styles deserve
Of wise, good, just; a man both soul and nerve."
--SHIRLEY.
The story reached Mr. Travilla's ears that evening, and finding he could
be spared from the sick-room, he hastened to the Oaks. His emotions were
too big for utterance as he took his "little friend" in his arms and
clasped her to his beating heart.
"God be thanked that you are safe!" he said at last. "Oh, my darling, my
darling, what peril you have been in and how bravely you met it! You are
the heroine of the hour," he added with a faint laugh, "all, old and
young, male and female, black and white, are loud in praise of your
wonderful firmness and courage. And, my darling, I fully agree with them,
and exult in the thought that this brave lady is mine own."
He drew her closer as he spoke, and just touched his lips to the shining
hair and the pure white forehead resting on his breast.
"Ah!" she murmured low and softly, a dewy light shining in her eyes, "why
should they think it anything wonderful or strange that I felt little
dread or fear at the prospect of a sudden transit from earth to heaven--a
quick summons home to my Father's house on high, to be at once freed from
sin and forever with the Lord? I have a great deal to live for, life
looks very bright and sweet to me; yet but for you and papa, I think it
would have mattered little to me had he carried out his threat."
"My little friend, it would have broken my heart: to lose you were worse
than a thousand deaths."
They were alone in Elsie's boudoir, but when an hour had slipped rapidly
away there came a message from Mr. Dinsmore to the effect that their
company would be very acceptable in the library.
They repaired thither at once, and found him and Rose laying out plans for
a summer trip. The matter was under discussion all the rest of the evening
and for some days after, resulting finally in the getting up a large party
of tourists, consisting of the entire families of the Oaks and Ion, with
the addition of Harry and Sophie Carrington, and Lora with her husband and
children; servants of course included.
They kept together for some time, visiting different points of interest in
Virginia, Pennsylvania, and New York; spending several weeks at Cape May;
where they were joined by the Allisons of Philadelphia; Mr. Edward and
Adelaide among the rest, they having returned from Europe shortly before.
At length they separated, some going in one direction, some in another.
Lora went to Louise, Rose to her father's, Mrs. and Mr. Travilla to
friends in Cincinnati and its suburbs, and Elsie to pay a long-promised
visit to Lucy in her married home, a beautiful country-seat on the banks
of the Hudson. Her father saw her safely there, then left her for a
fortnight; their fears in regard to Jackson having been allayed by the
news that he had been again arrested for burglary, and Lucy and her
husband promising to guard their precious charge with jealous care.
At the end of the fortnight Mr. Dinsmore returned for his daughter, and
they went on together to Lansdale to visit Miss Stanhope.
Elsie had set her heart on having her dear old aunt spend the fall and
winter with them in the "sunny South," and especially on her being present
at the wedding; and Miss Stanhope, after much urging and many
protestations that she was too old for such a journey, had at last
yielded, and given her promise, on condition that her nephew and niece
should come for her, and first spend a week or two in Lansdale. She
entreated that Mr. Travilla and his mother might be of the party. "He was
a great favorite of hers, and she was sure his mother must be a woman in a
thousand."
They accepted the kindness as cordially as it was proffered; met the
others at the nearest point of connection, and all arrived together.
It was not Lottie King who met them at the depot this time, but a
fine-looking young man with black moustache and roguish dark eye, who
introduced himself as Harry Duncan, Miss Stanhope's nephew.
"Almost a cousin! Shall we consider you quite one?" asked Mr. Dinsmore,
warmly shaking the hand held out to him in cordial greeting.
"Thank you, I shall feel highly honored," the young man answered in a
gratified tone, and with a glance of undisguised admiration and a
respectful bow directed towards Elsie. Then turning with an almost
reverential air and deeper bow to Mrs. Travilla, "And, madam, may I have
the privilege of placing you alongside of my dear old aunt, and addressing
you by the same title?"
"You may, indeed," was the smiling rejoinder. "And my son here, I suppose,
will take his place with the others as cousin. No doubt we are all
related, if we could only go back far enough in tracing out our
genealogies."
"To Father Adam, for instance," remarked Mr. Travilla, laughingly.
"Or good old Noah, or even his son Japheth," rejoined Harry, leading the
way to a family carriage sufficiently roomy to hold them all comfortably.
"Your checks, if you please, aunt and cousins; and Simon here will attend
to your luggage. Servants' also."
Elsie turned her head to see a young colored man, bowing, scraping, and
grinning from ear to ear, in whom she perceived a faint resemblance to the
lad Simon of four years ago.
"You hain't forgot me, miss?" he said. "I'm still at de ole place wid Miss
Wealthy."
She gave him a smile and a nod, dropping a gold dollar into his hand along
with her checks; the gentlemen said, "How d'ye do," and were equally
generous, and he went off chuckling.
As they drew near their destination, a quaint little figure could be seen
standing at the gate in the shade of a maple tree, whose leaves of mingled
green and scarlet, just touched by the September frosts, made a brilliant
contrast to the sober hue of her dress.
"There she is! our dear old auntie!" cried Elsie with eager delight, that
brought a flush of pleasure to Harry's face.
Miss Stanhope's greetings were characteristic. "Elsie! my darling! I have
you again after all these years! Mrs. Vanilla too! how kind! but you tell
me your face is always that. Horace, nephew, this _is_ good of you! And
Mr. Torville, I'm as glad as the rest to see you. Come in, come in, all of
you, and make yourselves at home."
"Does Mrs. Schilling still live opposite to you, Aunt Wealthy?" asked
Elsie as they sat about the tea-table an hour later.
"Yes, dearie; though she's lost all commercial value," laughed the old
lady; "she's taken a second wife at last; not Mr. Was though, but a
newcomer, Mr. Smearer."
"Dauber, auntie," corrected Harry, gravely.
"Well, well, child, the meaning's about the same," returned Miss Stanhope,
laughing afresh at her own mistake, "and I'd as soon be the other as one."
"Mrs. Dauber wouldn't though," said Harry. "I noticed her face grow as red
as a beet the other day when you called her Mrs. Smearer."
"She didn't mind being Mrs. Sixpence, I think," said Elsie.
"Oh yes, she did; it nettled her a good deal at first, but she finally got
used to it; after finding out how innocent auntie was, and how apt to
miscall other names."
"But I thought she would never be content with anybody but Mr. Wert."
"Well, she lost all hope there, and dropped him at once as soon as Dauber
made his appearance."
Mr. Dinsmore inquired about the Kings. Elsie had done so in a private chat
with her aunt, held in her room directly after their arrival.
"The doctor's as busy as ever, killing people all round the country; he's
very successful at it," replied Miss Stanhope; "I've the utmost confidence
in his skill."
"You are a warm friend of his, I know, aunt," said Mr. Dinsmore, smiling,
"but I would advise you not to try to assist his reputation among
strangers."
"Why not, nephew?"
"Lest they should take your words literally, auntie."
"Ah, yes, I must be careful how I use my stumbling tongue," she answered
with a good-humored smile. "I ought to have always by, somebody to correct
my blunders. I've asked Harry to do me that kindness, and he often does."
"It is quite unnecessary with us; for we all know what you intend to say,"
remarked Mrs. Travilla, courteously.
"Thank you, dear madam," said Miss Stanhope; "I am not at all sensitive
about it, fortunately, as my nephew knows, and my blunders afford as much
amusement to any one else as to me; when I'm made aware of them."
"Nettie King is married, papa," said Elsie.
"Ah! Lottie also?"
"No, she's at home and will be in, with her father and mother, this
evening," said Aunt Wealthy. "I've been matching to make a hope between
her and Harry, but find it's quite useless."
"No, we're the best of friends, but don't care to be anything more,"
remarked the young gentleman, coloring and laughing.
"No," said Mr. Travilla, "it is said by some one that two people with hair
and eyes of the same color should beware of choosing each other as
partners for life."
"And I believe it," returned Harry. "Lottie and I are too much alike in
disposition. I must look for a blue-eyed, fair-haired maiden, whose mental
and moral characteristics will supply the deficiencies in mine."
"Gray eyes and brown; that will do very well, won't it?" said the old lady
absently, glancing from Elsie to Mr. Travilla and back again.
Both smiled, and Elsie cast down her eyes with a lovely blush, while Mr.
Travilla answered cheerily, "We think so, Miss Stanhope."
"Call me Aunt Wealthy; almost everybody does, and you might as well begin
now as any time."
"Thank you, I shall avail myself of the privilege in future."
The weather was warm for the time of year, and on leaving the table the
whole party repaired to the front porch, where Harry quickly provided
every one with a seat.
"That is a beautiful maple yonder," remarked Mr. Travilla.
"Yes, sir," returned Harry; "we have a row of them all along the front of
the lot; and as Mrs. Dauber says, they are 'perfectly gordeous' in the
fall."
"The maple is my favorite among the shade leaves," remarked Miss Stanhope,
joining in the talk, "from the time it trees out in the spring till the
bare become branches in the fall. Through this month and next they're a
perpetual feast to the eye."
"Aunt, how did you decide in regard to that investment you wrote to
consult me about?" asked Mr. Dinsmore, turning to her.
"Oh, I concluded to put in a few hundreds, as you thought it safe, on the
principle of not having all my baskets in one egg."
"Small baskets they would have to be, auntie," Harry remarked quietly.
"Yes, my eggs are not so many, but quite enough for an old lady like me."
As the evening shadows crept over the landscape the air began to be
chilly, and our friends adjourned to the parlor.
Here all was just as when Elsie last saw it; neat as wax, everything in
place, and each feather-stuffed cushion beaten up and carefully smoothed
to the state of perfect roundness in which Miss Stanhope's soul delighted.
Mrs. Travilla, who had heard descriptions of the room and its appointments
from both her son and Elsie, looked about her with interest: upon the old
portraits, the cabinet of curiosities, and the wonderful sampler worked by
Miss Wealthy's grandmother. She examined with curiosity the rich
embroidery of the chair cushions, but preferred a seat upon the sofa.
"Dr. and Mrs. King and Miss Lottie!" announced Simon's voice from the
doorway, and the three entered.
Lively, cordial greetings followed, especially on the part of the two
young girls. Mrs. Travilla was introduced, and all settled themselves for
a chat; Lottie and Elsie, of course, managing to find seats side by side.
"You dearest girl, you have only changed by growing more beautiful than
ever," cried Lottie, squeezing Elsie's hand which she still held, and
gazing admiringly into her face.
Elsie laughed low and musically.
"Precisely what I was thinking of you, Lottie. It must be your own fault
that you are still single. But we won't waste time in flattering each
other, when we have so much to say that is better worth while."
"No, surely; Aunt Wealthy has told me of your engagement."
"That was right; it is no secret, and should not be from you if it were
from others. Lottie, I want you to be one of my bridesmaids. We're going
to carry Aunt Wealthy off to spend the winter with us, and I shall not be
content unless I can do the same by you.'
"A winter in the 'sunny South!' and with you; how delightful! you dear,
kind creature, to think of it, and to ask me. Ah, if I only could!"
"I think you can; though of course I know your father and mother must be
consulted; and if you come, you will grant my request?"
"Yes, yes indeed! gladly."
Aunt Chloe, always making herself useful wherever she went, was passing
around the room with a pile of plates, Phillis following with cakes and
confections, while Simon brought in a waiter with saucers and spoons, and
two large moulds of ice cream.
"Will you help the cream, Harry?" said Miss Stanhope. "There are two
kinds, you see, travilla and melon. Ask Mrs. Vanilla which she'll have; or
if she'll take both."
"Mrs. Travilla, may I have the pleasure of helping you to ice cream?" he
asked. "There are two kinds, vanilla and lemon. Let me give you both."
"If you please," she answered, with a slightly amused look; for though
Aunt Wealthy had spoken in an undertone, the words had reached her ear.
"Which will you have, dearies?" said the old lady, drawing near the young
girls' corner, "travilla cream or melon?"
"Lemon for me, if you please, Aunt Wealthy," replied Lottie.
"And I will take Travilla," Elsie said, low and mischievously, and with a
merry twinkle in her eye.
"But you have no cake! your plate is quite empty and useless," exclaimed
the aunt. "Horace," turning towards her nephew, who was chatting with the
doctor at the other side of the room, "some of this cake is very plain;
you don't object to Elsie eating a little of it?"
"She is quite grown up now, aunt, and can judge for herself in such
matters," he answered smiling, then turned to finish what he had been
saying to the doctor.
"You will have some then, dear, won't you?" Miss Stanhope inquired in her
most coaxing tone.
"A very small slice of this sponge cake, if you please, auntie."
"How young Mr. Travilla looks," remarked Lottie, "younger I think, than he
did four years ago. Happiness, I presume; it's said to have that effect. I
believe I was vexed when I first heard you were engaged to him, because I
thought he was too old; but really he doesn't look so; a man should be
considerably older than his wife, that she may find it easier to look up
to him; and he know the better how to take care of her."
"I would not have him a day younger, except that he would like to be
nearer my age, or different in any way from what he is," Elsie said, her
eyes involuntarily turning in Mr. Travilla's direction.
They met the ardent gaze of his. Both smiled, and rising he crossed the
room and joined them. They had a half hour of lively chat together, then
Mrs. King rose to take leave.
Mr. Travilla moved away to speak to the doctor, and Lottie seized the
opportunity to whisper to her friend, "He's just splendid, Elsie! I don't
wonder you look so happy, or that he secured your hand and heart after
they had been refused to dukes and lords. You see Aunt Wealthy has been
telling me all about your conquests in Europe," she added, in answer to
Elsie's look of surprise.
"I am, indeed, very happy, Lottie," Elsie replied in the same low tone; "I
know Mr. Travilla so thoroughly, and have not more perfect confidence in
papa's goodness and love to me, than in his. It is a very restful thing to
have such a friend."
Dr. King's circumstances had greatly improved in the last four years, so
that he was quite able to give Lottie the pleasure of accepting Elsie's
invitation, and at once gave his cordial consent. Mrs. King at first
objected that the two weeks of our friends' intended stay in Lansdale
would not give sufficient time for the necessary additions to Lottie's
wardrobe; but this difficulty was overcome by a suggestion from Elsie. She
would spend two or three weeks in Philadelphia, attending to the
purchasing and making up of her trousseau, she said, and Lottie's dresses
could be bought and made at the same time and place.
The two weeks allotted to Lansdale of course passed very rapidly;
especially to Harry, to whom the society of these new-found relatives was
a great pleasure, and who on their departure would be left behind, with
only Phillis for his housekeeper.
The latter received so many charges from Aunt Wealthy in regard to careful
attention to "Mr. Harry's" health and comfort, that at length she grew
indignant, and protested that she loved "Mr. Harry as if he was her own
child--didn't she nuss him when he was a little feller? and there was no
'casion for missus to worry an' fret as if she was leavin' him to a
stranger."
It was not for want of a cordial invitation to both the Oaks and Ion that
Harry was left behind; but business required his presence at home, and he
could only promise himself a week's holiday at the time of the wedding.