perceived that she was a woman with whom it was very necessary to be
cautious. She was apt, I thought, to make convictions of her
presumptions. If she presumed that my love for Sylvia was an utterly
hopeless affection, to be given up and forgotten, I did not like it. It
might be that it was hopeless, but I did not care to have any one else
settle the matter for me in that way,--not even Mother Anastasia.
"Of course," I remarked, "I am glad that you have concluded to withdraw
from a vocation which I am sure is not suited to you, and yet I feel a
little disappointed to hear that you will not continue at the head of
the House of Martha, for I came to Washington on purpose to make you a
proposition in regard to that institution."
"Came to Washington on purpose to see me, and to make a proposition!
What can it possibly be?"
I now laid before her, with considerable attention to detail, my plan
for working in coöperation with the House of Martha. I showed her the
advantages of the scheme as they had suggested themselves to me, and as
an example of what could be done I mentioned Sylvia's fancy for
typewriting, and demonstrated how easily I could undertake the outside
management of this very lucrative and pleasant occupation. I warmed up
as I talked, and spoke quite strongly about what I--and perhaps in time
other men--might do for the benefit of the sisterhood, if my proposition
were accepted.
She listened to me attentively, her face growing paler and harder as I
proceeded. When I had finished she said:--
"It is not at all necessary for me to discuss this utterly preposterous
scheme, nor even to refer to it, except to say that I plainly see its
object. Whatever you have persuaded yourself to think of your plan, I
know that its real object is to reëstablish a connection with Sylvia.
You would know, if you would allow yourself to think about it, that your
absurd and even wicked scheme of typewriting, companionship in work, and
all that stuff, could only result in making the girl miserable and
perhaps breaking her heart. You know that she loves you, and that it has
been a terrible trial to her to yield to her conscience and do what she
has done; and you know, furthermore,--and this more than anything else
darkens your intention,--that Sylvia's artless, ingenuous, and impulsive
nature would give you advantages which would not be afforded to you by
one who did not love you, and who better understood the world and you."
"Madam," I exclaimed, "you do me an injustice!"
She paid no attention to this remark, and proceeded: "And now let me
tell you that what you have said to me to-night has changed my plans, my
life. I shall not leave Sylvia exposed to your cruel attacks,--attacks
which I believe will come in every practical form that your ingenuity
can devise. It was my example that brought that girl into the House of
Martha, and now that she has vowed to devote her life and her work to
its service I shall not desert her. I will not have her pure purpose
shaken and weakened, little by little, day by day, until it falls
listless and deadened, with nothing to take its place. Therefore, until
I know that you are no longer a source of danger to her, I shall remain
Mother Superior of the House of Martha, and rest assured that while I am
in that position Sylvia shall be safe from you." And with that she rose
and walked out of the room.
XLIII.
WAS HIS HEART TRUE TO POLL?
Never before had any one spoken to me as Mother Anastasia had just
spoken. Never before had I felt as I felt in leaving the house where she
had spoken to me. I did not admit all that she had said; and yet not
even to myself could I gainsay her statements. I was not convinced that
I had been wrong, but I could not help feeling that she was right. I was
angry, I was mortified, I was grieved. The world seemed cold and dark,
and the coldest and darkest thing in it was the figure of Mother
Anastasia, as she rose to leave me.
When I reached New York, I bethought myself of my promise to Miss
Laniston. It tortured my soul to think of what had happened; I knew it
would torture it still more to talk of these things. But I am a man who
keeps his promises; besides, I wanted to see Miss Laniston. I did not
like her very much, but the people whom I did like seemed to be falling
away from me, and she was a woman of vigorous spirit, to whom one in my
plight would naturally turn. That she could give me any encouragement
was not likely, but she might offer me an enheartening sympathy; and,
moreover, she was well acquainted with Mother Anastasia, and there were
a good many questions I wanted to ask about that lady.
I found Miss Laniston at home, but I was obliged to wait a good while
before she made her appearance.
"If you were any other man in this world," she said, "I should have felt
obliged to excuse myself from seeing you, for I am engaged on most
important business with a modiste who is designing a gown for me; but I
am perfectly wild to hear about your interview with Mother Anastasia,
and I was afraid, if I sent you away, that you would not come back
again; so tell me about it, I pray you. I know you have seen her, for
you look so uncommonly glum. I am afraid that you have not yet become a
brother of the House of Martha."
There was nothing inspiring about this badinage, but I braced myself to
the work, and told her what had happened in Washington.
"This is truly dreadful," she declared. "Of course I had no idea that
Mother Anastasia would consider your plan as anything more than the wild
outreachings of a baffled lover, but I did not imagine that she would
take it in this way. This is very bad."
"It is," I answered. "Everything is knocked from under me."
"Oh, bless you," said the lady, "I wasn't thinking of you, but of Mother
Anastasia. It was the happiest news I can remember when I heard that she
was soon to drop that name and all that belonged to it, and to begin a
life in which she would be a woman among her peers, no matter with what
sex they happen to be classed. But if she stops short and remains in
that miserable House of Martha, the result is bound to be disastrous. If
she believes it is necessary to spend her life in protecting Sylvia from
your assaults, she is the woman to spend her life in that way."
"What her friends should do," said I, "is to convince her that it is not
necessary."
Miss Laniston gazed upon me fixedly. "You think it would be a great pity
for a beautiful woman--a remarkably fine woman like Mother Anastasia--to
hide herself away in that make-believe convent?"
"Indeed I do," I answered, with animation.
"And since one fine woman is shut up for life in that prison, you think
it a shame that another one should remain within its walls?"
I assented warmly.
"Now, then," remarked Miss Laniston, rising, "it is absolutely necessary
for me to go to the Frenchwoman, who, I know, is fuming for me, and
whose time is very precious. I shall be with you again in about twenty
minutes, and during that time I wish you would make up your mind with
whom you are in love,--Mother Anastasia or Sylvia Raynor. When that
point is settled, we will see what can be done."
It was a man of a bewildered mind who was left alone in that
drawing-room. I did not understand what had been said to me, but now
that ideas of this kind had been put into words, there seemed to be a
certain familiarity about them. How dared she speak to me in that way?
What ground had she for such words?
And yet--Sylvia was shut up for life in the House of Martha. I could not
gainsay that.
I could not put my thoughts into form, and with my mind in chaos I
strode up and down the room until Miss Laniston returned.
"What an uneasy person you are!" she said. "Have you settled that little
point?"
"Settled it! There is nothing to settle."
She laughed. "I am not so sure about that. I thought I saw a change in
the wind when you were here last, and it is natural enough that it
should change. What is the good of its blowing steadfastly from the
north, when the north is nothing but ice?"
"You have no right to talk in that way!" I exclaimed angrily. "I utterly
repudiate your supposition."
"Come, come," she said, "let us be practical. I really take an interest
in you, you know, and besides that, I take an interest in my friends;
and it is quite plain to me that you must not be allowed to wander about
in a detached way, making all sorts of trouble. You have made a good
deal already. So if we must consider Sylvia Raynor as really out of the
race, on account of being tied up by her sisterhood obligations, we must
turn our attention to Mother Anastasia, who probably has not yet done
anything definite in regard to retaining her position in the House of
Martha. If anything can be done in this direction, it will be entirely
satisfactory, because, if you get the ex-Mother Superior, of course you
will be content to leave the young sister alone."
"Madam, you insult me!" I cried, springing to my feet.
"By which, I suppose," she answered, "you wish me to understand that
your heart is true to Poll,--by Poll meaning Sylvia Raynor."
"You know that as well as I do," I replied. "I have taken you into my
confidence; I have told you that I loved her, that I should always love
her; and it is unwomanly in you"--
"That will do," she interrupted,--"that will do; don't say hard words to
one of your best friends. If you will continue to be true to Poll, not
as the sailor was in the song, but constant and steadfast in all sorts
of weather, and without any regard to that mere material point of
eventually getting her for your own, why then I am your fast friend to
the end, and will do everything that I can to soften your woes and
lighten your pathway; and all the reward I desire for my labors is the
pleasure of knowing that there is at least one man in the world who can
love truly and unchangeably without seeing any chance ahead of him of
winning the woman he loves. Do you think you can fill that position?"
I looked at her sternly, and answered: "I have said all upon that point
that is necessary to say. When I love a woman, I love her forever."
"Very good," said Miss Laniston,--"very good; and I dare say your little
side flights didn't mean anything at all. And now I shall talk with
Mother Anastasia as soon as possible, and make her understand that she
has no right to sacrifice herself to Sylvia or any one else. If I can
get her started off on the right road, I will see what I can do with the
new Mother Superior, whoever she may be. Perhaps you may yet be able to
establish that delightful brotherhood of the House of Martha. Any way, I
promise you you shall have something. It may not be much and it may not
be often, but it shall be enough to keep your love alive, and that, you
see, is my great object. I want to make of you a monument of masculine
constancy."
As I took leave of her, Miss Laniston gave my hand a vigorous pressure,
which seemed to me to indicate that her intentions were better than her
words. As I went away my mind was quieter, though not cheered. There was
in it a certain void and emptiness, but this was compensated for by a
sense of self-approbation which was strengthening and comforting. I was
even able to smile at the notion of the interview between Miss Laniston
and Sister Sarah, when the former should propose my plan of the
brotherhood.
XLIV.
PRELIMINARY BROTHERHOOD.
When I returned to Arden, I gave Walkirk an outline of what had
occurred, but I did not go into details, having no desire that the
preposterous idea which had gotten into the head of Miss Laniston should
enter that of my under-study. Walkirk was not in good spirits.
"I had hoped something," he said, "from your interview with Mother
Anastasia, though perhaps not exactly in the line of a brotherhood. I
thought if she came to thoroughly understand your earnestness in the
matter, she might use her influence with Miss Raynor, which at some time
or other, or in some way or other, might result to your advantage, and
that of the young lady. I had and still have great belief in the
capabilities of Mother Anastasia, but now I am forced to believe, very
much against my will, that there is no hope ahead. With Mother Anastasia
decidedly against us, the fight is lost."
"Us," I repeated.
"My dear sir," said he, "I am with you, soul and body."
Without a word I took him by the hand, and pressed it warmly.
"What do you think of continuing your recitals of travel?" Walkirk said
to me later in the day. "I should think they would interest you, and I
know they were vastly interesting to me. You must have a great deal more
to tell."
"I have," I answered, "but I shall not tell it now. Instead of talking
about travels, I have determined to travel. At present it is awkward for
me to remain here. It is impossible for me to feel independent, and able
to do what I please, and know that there are persons in the village who
do not wish to meet me, and with whom it would be embarrassing and
perhaps unpleasant to meet. I know I must meet them some time or other,
unless they shut themselves up, or I shut myself up. That sort of thing
I cannot endure, and I shall go to Turkey and Egypt. Those countries I
have not visited. If it suits you, I shall take you with me, and I shall
also take a stenographer, to whom I shall dictate, on the spot, the
materials for my book."
"Do you mean," asked Walkirk, "that you will dispense altogether with
that preparatory narration to me of what you intend afterwards to put
into your book? I consider that a capital plan, and I think you found it
of advantage."
"That is true," I answered; "the plan worked admirably. I did not
propose to work in that way again, but I will do it. Every night I will
tell you what I have done, and what I think about things, and the next
morning I'll dictate that material, revised and shapen, to the
stenographer, who can then have the rest of the day to write it out
properly."
"A capital plan," said Walkirk, "and I shall be charmed to go with you."
I was indeed very anxious to leave Arden. I could not believe that
Mother Anastasia had ever imagined any of the stuff that Miss Laniston
had talked about, but she certainly had shown me that she was greatly
offended with me, and nothing offends me so much as to have people
offended with me. Such persons I do not wish to meet.
I did not immediately fix a date for my departure, for it was necessary
for me to consider my grandmother's feelings and welfare, and arrange to
make her as happy as possible while I should be gone. In the mean time,
it was of course necessary that I should take air and exercise; and
while doing this one morning in a pretty lane, just out of the village,
a figure in the House of Martha gray came into sight a little distance
ahead of me. Her back was toward me, and she was walking slower than I
was. "Now, then," thought I, "here is a proof of the awkwardness of my
position here. Even in a little walk like this, I must run up against
one of those sisters. I must pass her, or turn around and go back, for I
shall not slow up, and appear to be dogging her footsteps. But I shall
not turn back,--that does not suit me." Consequently I walked on, and
soon overtook the woman in gray. She did not turn her head as I
approached, for the sisters are taught not to turn their heads to look
at people. After all, it would be easy enough for me to adopt the same
rule, and to pass her without turning my head, or paying the slightest
attention to her. This was the manner indeed in which the general public
was expected to act toward the inmates of the House of Martha when met
outside their institution.
When I came up with her, I turned and looked into the bonnet. It was
Sylvia. As my eyes fell upon the face of that startled angel, my impulse
was to throw my arms around her, and rush away with her, gray bonnet,
shawl and all, to some distant clime where there were no Houses of
Martha, Mother Anastasias, or anything which could separate my dear love
and me; but I crushed down this mad fancy, smothered, as well as I
could, my wild emotions, and said, as calmly as possible,--
"Good morning, sister."
Over the quick flushes of her face there spread a smile of pleasure.
"I like that," she said; "I am glad to have you call me sister. I
thought you would be prejudiced against it, and would not do it."
"Prejudiced!" I said; "not a bit of it. I am delighted to do so."
"That is really good of you," she said; "and how have you been? You look
a little wan and tired. Have you been doing your own writing?"
"Oh, no," I said; "I have given up writing, at least for the present. I
wish I could make you understand how glad I am to call you sister, and
how it would joy my heart if you would call me brother."
"Oh, that would not do at all," she said, in a tone which indicated
surprise at my ignorance; "that would be quite a different thing. I am a
sister to everybody, but you are not a brother to anybody."
"When you hear what I have to say about this," I answered, "you will
understand what I mean by wishing to be called brother. May I ask where
you are going?"
"I am going to visit a sick person in that little house at the bottom of
the hill. Sister Agatha came with me, but she had the toothache, and had
to go back. I expect Sister Sarah will send some one of the others to
join me, for she always wants us to go about in couples."
"She is entirely right," said I; "I did not know she had so much sense,
and I shall make one of the couple this time. You ought not to be
walking about here by yourself."
"I suppose I ought to have gone back with Sister Agatha," said she, "but
I didn't want to. I'm dreadfully tired of staying in the House of
Martha, trying to learn typewriting. I can do it pretty well now, but
nothing has come of it. Sister Sarah got me one piece of work, which was
to copy a lot of bad manuscript about local option. I am sure, if I am
to do that sort of thing I shall not like typewriting."
"You shall not do that sort of thing," said I; "and now let us walk on
slowly, while I tell you what I meant by the term brother." I was in a
whirl of delight. Now I would talk to one who I believed would
sympathize with my every thought, who would be in harmony with my
outreachings, if she could do no more, and from whom I need expect
neither ridicule nor revilings. We walked on slowly, and I laid before
her my scheme for the brotherhood of the House of Martha.
I was not mistaken in my anticipation of Sylvia's sympathy. She listened
with sparkling eyes, and when I finished, clapped her hands with
delight.
"That is one of the best plans that was ever heard of in this world,"
she said. "How different it would make our life at the institution! Of
course the brothers wouldn't live there, but we should see each other,
like ordinary people in society, and everything would not be so
dreadfully blank, and there is no end to the things which you could do,
which we cannot do, unless with a great deal of trouble. The usefulness
of your plan seems to have no limits at all. How many brothers do you
think we ought to have?"
"I have not considered that point," I said; "at present I know of but
one person, besides myself, who would have the necessary qualifications
for the position."
"I expect," she said, looking at me with a twinkle of fun in her eye,
"that if you had the selection of the other brothers they would be a
tame lot."
"Perhaps you are right," I said, and we both broke into a laugh.
"I wish I could tell you," said Sylvia, "how much I am charmed with your
idea of the brotherhood. I haven't enjoyed myself so much for ever so
long."
We were now nearing the little house at the bottom of the hill. An idea
struck me.
"Who is it that you are going to visit?" I asked.
"It is an old man," she said, "who has the rheumatism so badly that he
cannot move. He has to take his medicine every hour, and his wife is
worn out sitting up and giving it to him, and Sister Agatha and I were
sent to take care of him during the morning, and let the poor old woman
get some sleep."
"Very good," said I, "here is a chance for me to make a beginning in my
scheme of brotherhood, and that without asking leave or license of
anybody. I will go in with you, and help you nurse the old man."
"I expect you can do it splendidly," said Sylvia, "and now we can see
how a brotherhood would work."
We entered a little house, which apparently had once been a good enough
home for humble dwellers, but which now showed signs of extreme poverty.
A man with gray hair, and placid, pale face, was lying on a bed in one
corner of the room into which the door opened, and in a chair near by
sat an old woman, her head bobbing in an uneasy nap. She roused when we
entered, and seemed glad to see us.
"He's about the same as he was," she said, "an' as he's loike to be
width thim little draps of midicine; but if you're a docther, sir, it
ain't for me to be meddlin', an' sayin' that one of thim Pepper Pod
Plasters width howles in it would do more good to his poor back than
thim draps inside of him."
"Rheumatism is not treated externally so much as it used to be," I said.
"You will find that internal medication will be of much more service in
the long run."
"That may be, sir," said she; "but it won't do to make the run too long,
considtherin' he hasn't been able to do a sthroke of work for four
weeks, an' if ye'd ever tried one of thim plasters, sir, ye'd know
they's as warmin' as sandpaper an' salt; but if I kin git a little
slape, it will be better for me than any midicine, inside or out."
"That's what we came to give you," said Sylvia; "go into the other room,
and lie down, and you shall not be called until it is time for your
dinner."
The woman gave a little shrug, which I imagine was intended to indicate
that dinner and dinner-time had not much relation to each other in this
house, and going into an adjoining room, was probably soon fast asleep.
"It would be better to begin by giving him his medicine. I know all
about it, for I was here yesterday. I forgot to ask his wife when she
gave it to him last," said Sylvia, "but we might as well begin fresh at
the half-pasts."
She poured out a teaspoonful of the stuff, and administered it to the
old man, who opened his mouth, and took it placidly.
"He is very quiet and very patient," said Sylvia to me in an
undertone,--and it is impossible for me to describe how delightful it
was to have her speak to me in such a confidential undertone,--"he
doesn't talk any," she continued, "and doesn't seem to care to have
anybody read to him, for when Sister Agatha tried that yesterday, he
went to sleep; but he likes his brow bathed, and I can sit on this side
of his bed and do that, and you can find a chair and sit on the other
side, and tell me more about your plan of brotherhood."
There was no other chair, but I found a box, on which I seated myself on
the other side of the old man's cot, while Sylvia, taking a bottle from
her pocket, proceeded to dampen the forehead of the patient with its
pleasantly scented contents.
I did not much like to see her doing this, nor did I care to discuss our
projects over the body of this rheumatic laborer.
"It strikes me," I said, "that it would be a good idea to put on that
bay rum, or cologne, or whatever it is, with a clean paint-brush, or
something of the kind. Don't you dislike using your fingers?"
Sylvia laughed. "You have lots to learn yet," she said, "before you can
be a brother; and now tell me what particular kind of work you think the
brothers would do. I hardly think nursing would suit them very well."
I did not immediately answer, and Sylvia's quick mind divined the reason
of my reluctance.
"Let us talk _en français_," she said; "that will not disturb this good
man, and he can go to sleep if he likes."
"_Très bien_," I said, "_parlons nous en français_."
"_Il serait charmant_," said she; "_j'aime la belle langue_."
The old man turned his head from one to the other of us; all his
placidity vanished, and he exclaimed,--
"_Ciel! Voilà les anges l'un et l'autre qui vient parler ma chère
langue._"
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Sylvia, "I thought he was Irish."
The patient now took the talking business into his own hands, and in his
dear language told us his tale of woe. It was a very ordinary tale, and
its dolefulness was relieved by the old man's delight at finding people
who could talk to him like Christians. One of his woes was that he had
not been long enough married to his wife to teach her much French.