THE ORDEAL
Grace met them at the door. "It is very kind of you," she said, "to
come over this evening after a fatiguing journey."
"Very," he replied, laughingly; "a ride of fifty miles in the cars
should entitle one to a week's rest."
"I hope you are going to take it."
"Oh, no; my business man in New York has at last aroused me to heroic
action. With only the respite of a few hours' sleep I shall venture
upon the cars again and plunge into all the perils and excitements of a
real estate speculation. My property is going up, and 'there's a tide,'
you know, 'which, taken at its flood--'"
"Leads away from your friends. I see that it is useless for us to
protest, for when did a man ever give up a chance for speculation?"
"Then it is not the fault of man: we merely obey a general law."
"That is the way with you scientists," she said with a piquant nod and
smile. "You do just as you please, but you are always obeying some
profound law that we poor mortals know nothing about. We don't fall
back upon the arrangements of the universe for our motives, do we, Mrs.
Mayburn?"
"Indeed we don't," was the brusque response. "'When she will, she will,
and when she won't, she won't,' answers for us."
"Grace! Mrs. Mayburn!" called the major from the parlor; "if you don't
come soon I'll order out the guard and have you brought in. Mr.
Graham," he continued, as the young man hastened to greet him, "you are
as welcome as a leave of absence. We have had no whist since you left
us, and we are nearly an hour behind time to-night. Mrs. Mayburn, your
humble servant. Excuse me for not rising. Why the deuce my gout should
trouble me again just now I can't see. I've not seen you since that
juvenile picnic which seemed to break up all our regular habits. I
never thought that you would desert me. I suppose Mr. Graham carries a
roving commission and can't be disciplined. I propose, however, that we
set to at once and put the hour we've lost at the other end of the
evening."
It was evident that the major was in high spirits, in spite of his
catalogue of ills; and in fact his daughter's engagement had been
extremely satisfactory to him. Conscious of increasing age and
infirmity, he was delighted that Grace had chosen one so abundantly
able to take care of her and of him also. For the last few days he had
been in an amiable mood, for he felt that fortune had dealt kindly by
him. His love for his only child was the supreme affection of his
heart, and she by her choice had fulfilled his best hopes. Her future
was provided for and safe. Then from the force of long habit he thought
next of himself. If his tastes were not luxurious, he had at least a
strong liking for certain luxuries, and to these he would gladly add a
few more did his means permit. He was a connoisseur in wines and the
pleasures of the table--not that he had any tendencies toward excess,
but he delighted to sip the great wines of the world, to expatiate on
their age, character, and origin. Sometimes he would laughingly say,
"Never dilate on the treasures bequeathed to us by the old poets,
sages, and artists, but for inspiration and consolation give me a
bottle of old, old wine--wine made from grapes that ripened before I
was born."
He was too upright a man, however, to gratify these tastes beyond his
means; but Grace was an indulgent and skilful housekeeper, and made
their slender income minister to her father's pleasure in a way that
surprised even her practical friend, Mrs. Mayburn. In explanation she
would laughingly say, "I regard housekeeping as a fine art. The more
limited your materials the greater the genius required for producing
certain results. Now, I'm a genius, Mrs. Mayburn. You wouldn't dream
it, would you? Papa sometimes has a faint consciousness of the fact
when he finds on his table wines and dishes of which he knows the usual
cost. 'My dear,' he will say severely, 'is this paid for?' 'Yes,' I
reply, meekly. 'How did you manage it?' Then I stand upon my dignity,
and reply with offended majesty, 'Papa, I am housekeeper. You are too
good a soldier to question the acts of your superior officer.' Then he
makes me a most profound bow and apology, and rewards me amply by his
almost childlike enjoyment of what after all has only cost me a little
undetected economy and skill in cookery."
But the major was not so blind as he appeared to be. He knew more of
her "undetected" economies, which usually came out of her allowance,
than she supposed, and his conscience often reproached him for
permitting them; but since they appeared to give her as much pleasure
as they afforded him, he had let them pass. It is hard for a petted and
weary invalid to grow in self-denial. While the old gentleman would
have starved rather than angle for Hilland or plead his cause by a
word--he had given his consent to the young man's addresses with the
mien of a major-general--he nevertheless foresaw that wealth as the
ally of his daughter's affection would make him one of the most
discriminating and fastidious gourmands in the land.
In spite of his age and infirmity the old soldier was exceedingly fond
of travel and of hotel life. He missed the varied associations of the
army. Pain he had to endure much of the time, and from it there was no
escape. Change of place, scene, and companionship diverted his mind,
and he partially forgot his sufferings. As we have shown, he was a
devourer of newspapers, but he enjoyed the world's gossip far more when
he could talk it over with others, and maintain on the questions of the
day half a dozen good-natured controversies. When at the seashore the
previous summer he had fought scores of battles for his favorite
measures with other ancient devotees of the newspaper. Grace had made
Graham laugh many a time by her inimitable descriptions of the quaint
tilts and chaffings of these graybeards, as each urged the views of his
favorite journals; and then she would say, "You ought to see them sit
down to whist. Such prolonged and solemn sittings upset my gravity more
than all their _bric-a-brac_ jokes." And then she had sighed and said,
"I wish we could have remained longer, for papa improved so much and
was so happy."
The time was coming when he could stay longer--as long as he
pleased--for whatever pleased her father would please Grace, and would
have to please her husband. Her mother when dying had committed the old
man to her care, and a sacred obligation had been impressed upon her
childish mind which every year had strengthened.
As we have seen, Grace had given her heart to Hilland by a compulsion
which she scarcely understood herself. No thrifty calculations had had
the slightest influence in bringing the mysterious change of feeling
that had been a daily surprise to the young girl. She had turned to
Hilland as the flower turns to the sun, with scarcely more than the
difference that she was conscious that she was turning. When at last
she ceased to wonder at the truth that her life had become blended with
that of another--for, as her love developed, this union seemed the most
natural and inevitable thing in the world--she began to think of
Hilland more than of herself, and of the changes which her new
relations would involve. It became one of the purest sources of her
happiness that she would eventually have the means of gratifying every
taste and whim of her father, and could surround him with all the
comforts which his age and infirmities permitted him to enjoy.
Thus the engagement ring on Miss St. John's finger had its heights and
depths of meaning to both father and daughter; and its bright golden
hue pervaded all the prospects and possibilities--the least as well as
the greatest--of the future. It was but a plain, heavy circlet of gold,
and looked like a wedding-ring. Such to Graham it seemed to be, as its
sheen flashed upon his eyes during their play, which continued for two
hours or more, with scarcely a remark or an interruption beyond the
requirements of the game. The old major loved this complete and
scientific absorption, and Grace loved to humor him. Moreover, she
smiled more than once at Graham's intentness. Never had he played so
well, and her father had to put forth all his veteran skill and
experience to hold his own. "To think that I shed tears over his
disappointment, when a game of whist can console him!" she thought.
"How different he is from his friend! I suppose that is the reason that
they are such friends--they are so unlike. The idea of Warren playing
with that quiet, steady hand and composed face under like
circumstances! And yet, why is he so pale?"
Mrs. Mayburn understood this pallor too well, and she felt that the
ordeal had lasted long enough. She, too, had acted her part admirably,
but now she pleaded fatigue, saying that she had not been very well for
the last day or two. She was inscrutable to Grace, and caused no
misgivings. It is easier for a woman than for a man to hide emotions
from a woman, and Mrs. Mayburn's gray eyes and strong features rarely
revealed anything that she meant to conceal. The major acquiesced
good-naturedly, saying, "You are quite right to stop, Mrs. Mayburn, and
I surely have no cause to complain. We have had more play in two hours
than most people have in two weeks. I congratulate you, Mr. Graham; you
are becoming a foeman worthy of any man's steel."
Graham rose with the relief which a man would feel on leaving the rack,
and said, smilingly, "Your enthusiasm is contagious. Any man would soon
be on his mettle who played often with you."
"Is enthusiasm one of your traits?" Grace asked, with an arch smile
over her shoulder, as she went to ring the bell.
"What! Have you not remarked it?"
"Grace has been too preoccupied to remark anything--sly puss!" said the
major, laughing heartily. "My dear Mrs. Mayburn, I shall ask for your
congratulations tonight. I know we shall have yours, Mr. Graham, for
Grace has informed me that Hilland is your best and nearest friend.
This little girl of mine has been playing blind-man's-buff with her old
father. She thought she had the handkerchief tight over my eyes, but I
always keep One corner raised a little. Well, Mr. Graham, this dashing
friend of yours, who thinks he can carry all the world by storm, asked
me last summer if he could lay siege to Grace. I felt like wringing his
neck for his audacity and selfishness. The idea of any one taking Grace
from me!"
"And no one shall, papa," said Grace, hiding her blushing face behind
his white shock of hair. "But I scarcely think these details will
interest--"
"What!" cried the bluff, frank old soldier--"not interest Mrs. Mayburn,
the best and kindest of neighbors? not interest Hilland's alter ego?"
"I assure you," said Graham, laughing, "that I am deeply interested;
and I promise you, Miss Grace, that I shall give Hilland a severer
curtain lecture than he will ever receive from you, because he has left
me in the dark so long."
"Stop pinching my arm," cried the major, who was in one of his jovial
moods, and often immensely enjoyed teasing his daughter. "You may well
hide behind me. Mrs. Mayburn, I'm going to expose a rank case of filial
deception that was not in the least successful. This 'I came, I saw, I
conquered' friend of yours, Mr. Graham, soon discovered that he was
dealing with a race that was not in the habit of surrendering. But your
friend, like Wellington, never knew when he was beaten. He wouldn't
retreat an inch, but drawing his lines as close as he dared, sat down
to a regular siege."
Graham again laughed outright, and with a comical glance at the young
girl, asked, "Are you sure, sir, that Miss St. John was aware of these
siege operations?"
"Indeed she was. Your friend raised his flag at once, and nailed it to
the staff. And this little minx thought that she could deceive an old
soldier like myself by playing the role of disinterested friend to a
lonely young man condemned to the miseries of a mining town. I was
often tempted to ask her why she did not extend her sympathy to scores
of young fellows in the service who are in danger of being scalped
every day. But the joke of it was that I knew she was undermined and
must surrender long before Hilland did."
"Now, papa, it's too bad of you to expose me in this style. I appeal to
Mrs. Mayburn if I did not keep my flag flying so defiantly to the last
that even she did not suspect me."
"Yes," said the old lady, dryly; "I can testify to that."
"Which is only another proof of my penetration," chuckled the major.
"Well, well, it is so seldom I can get ahead of Grace in anything that
I like to make the most of my rare good fortune; and it seems, Mr.
Graham, as if you and your aunt had already become a part of our
present and prospective home circle. I have seen a letter in which
Warren speaks of you in a way that reminds me of a friend who was shot
almost at my side in a fight with the Indians. That was nearly half a
century ago, and yet no one has taken his place. With men, friendships
mean something, and last."
"Come, come," cried Mrs. Mayburn, bristling up, "neither Grace nor I
will permit such an implied slur upon our sex."
"My friendship for Hilland will last," said Graham, with quiet
emphasis. "Most young men are drawn together by a mutual liking--by
something congenial in their natures. I owe him a debt of gratitude
that can never be repaid, He found me a lonely, neglected boy, who had
scarcely ever known kindness, much less affection, and his ardent,
generous nature became an antidote to my gloomy tendencies. From the
first he has been a constant and faithful friend. He has not one
unworthy trait. But there is nothing negative about him, for he abounds
in the best and most manly qualities; and I think," he concluded,
speaking slowly and deliberately, as if he were making an inward vow,
"that I shall prove worthy of his trust and regard."
Grace looked at him earnestly and gratefully, and the thought again
asserted itself that she had not yet gauged his character or his
feeling toward herself. To her surprise she also noted that Mrs.
Mayburn's eyes were filled with tears, but the old lady was equal to
the occasion, and misled her by saying, "I feel condemned, Alford, that
you should have been so lonely and neglected in early life, but I know
it was so."
"Oh, well, aunt, you know I was not an interesting boy, and had I been
imposed upon you in my hobbledehoy period, our present relations might
never have existed. I must ask your congratulations also," he
continued, turning toward the major and his daughter. "My aunt and I
have in a sense adopted each other. I came hither to pay her a formal
call, and have made another very dear friend."
"Have you made only one friend since you became our neighbor?" asked
Grace, with an accent of reproach in her voice.
"I would very gladly claim you and your father as such," he replied,
smilingly.
The old major arose with an alacrity quite surprising in view of his
lameness, and pouring out two glasses of the wine that Jinny had
brought in answer to Grace's touch of the bell, he gave one of the
glasses to Graham, and with the other in his left hand, he said, "And
here I pledge you the word of a soldier that I acknowledge the claim in
full, not only for Hilland's sake, but your own. You have generously
sought to beguile the tedium of a crotchety and irritable old man; but
such as he is he gives you his hand as a true, stanch friend; and Grace
knows this means a great deal with me."
"Yes, indeed," she cried. "I declare, papa, you almost make me jealous.
You treated Warren as if you were the Great Mogul, and he but a
presuming subject. Mr. Graham, if so many new friends are not an
embarrassment of riches, will you give me a little niche among them?"
"I cannot give you that which is yours already," he replied; "nor have
I a little niche for you. You have become identified with Hilland, you
know, and therefore require a large space."
"Now, see here, my good friends, you are making too free with my own
peculiar property. You are already rich in each other, not counting Mr.
Hilland, who, according to Alford, seems to embody all human
excellence. I have only this philosophical nephew, and even with him
shall find a rival in every book he can lay hands upon. I shall
therefore carry him off at once, especially as he is to be absent
several days."
The major protested against his absence, and was cordiality itself in
his parting words.
Grace followed them out on the moonlit piazza. "Mr. Graham," she said,
hesitatingly, "you will not be absent very long, I trust."
"Oh, no," he replied, lightly; "only two or three weeks. In addition to
my affairs in the city, I have some business in Vermont, and while
there shall follow down some well-remembered trout-streams."
She turned slightly away, and buried her face in a spray of roses from
the bush that festooned the porch. He saw that a tinge of color was in
her cheeks, as she said in a low tone, "You should not be absent long;
I think your friend will soon visit us, and you should be here to
welcome him," and she glanced hastily toward him. Was it the moonlight
that made him look so very pale? His eyes held hers. Mrs. Mayburn had
walked slowly on, and seemingly he had forgotten her. The young girl's
eyes soon fell before his fixed gaze, and her face grew troubled. He
started, and said lightly, "I beg your pardon, Miss Grace, but you have
no idea what a picture you make with the aid of those roses. The human
face in clear moonlight reveals character, it is said, and I again
congratulate my friend without a shadow of doubt. Unversed as I am in
such matters, I am quite satisfied that Hilland will need no other
welcome than yours, and that he will be wholly content with it for some
time to come. Moreover, when I find myself among the trout, there's no
telling when I shall get out of the woods."
"Is fishing, then, one of your ruling passions?" the young girl asked,
with an attempt to resume her old piquant style of talk with him.
"Yes," he replied, laughing, so that his aunt might hear him; "but when
one's passions are of so mild a type one may be excused for having a
half-dozen. Good-by!"
She stepped forward and held out her hand. "You have promised to be my
friend," she said, gently.
His hand trembled in her grasp as he said quietly and firmly, "I will
keep my promise."
She looked after him wistfully, as she thought, "I'm not sure about
him. I hope it's only a passing disappointment, for we should not like
to think that our happiness had brought him wretchedness."