A STORM ABOUT THE WIDOW'S COTTAGE.
It was a damp and chilly morning when George St. Clair left the home of
the Cheevers. A shadow of pain had settled down upon the handsome face
of the heroic officer, and as Pearl Hamilton saw it he exclaimed with
all the fervor of the brotherly love which had grown up between them:
"You shall not go alone, even to New York, for you look as disconsolate
as a rejected lover; and what if your father should miss you in that
terrific hub-bub? I can get back to-night, so please excuse me to my
mother at dinner, Lillian"; and snatching his hat and coat from the rack
he took the arm of his companion and went with him down the marble
steps.
"Please, George," called out Lillian from the door; "do not let Pearl
get lost by the way. My heart tells me to throw the old shoe of good
luck after you, with the wish that your visit at the North may be as
productive of joy as was mine nearly eighteen years ago, without any of
its shadows!" It was a bright face that now beamed from the carriage,
and as St. Clair waved his hand to the ladies it rolled rapidly away.
"I am glad after all that he was not obliged to go alone," remarked Mrs.
Cheevers as they turned to enter the house. "I am fearful his poor back
will never be strong again! In my opinion his days of fighting are
over."
"I wish those days were ended for all," said Lillian, thoughtfully. "The
papers bring us sad records of late. So many precious lives lost; so
many loving hearts desolated! I liked Dr. Wadsworth's sermon yesterday
morning from the text 'show thyself a man,' but I could but think that
David meant in his living rather than in his dying! It may be noble in
one to lay down his life for the preservation of his country's honor,
but love is as surely bereft after all!"
They were seated now by the warm grate where the red coals were piled up
in a cheerful glow, and while the aunt took some work from the basket on
the table her companion gazed pensively into them. At last turning
quickly around, while a smile lighted up her face she remarked: "I am
dizzy! I am reminded so often of our little trick of 'whirling' in
childhood, until, unable to stand we would drop down on the green grass
and wait for the sensation of giddiness to pass off. But what is to be
done, Auntie, when the whirling never ceases?"
"Fall down upon the grass my child and wait, but be sure that in the
falling you gain the power to wait!"
"True, Aunt; and yet how like Peter we are prone to look about us while
walking over the waves, until our faith gives way and we begin to sink!"
"And what did Peter do? Sit down on the first billow he met and declare
'he was dizzy' and perplexed?"
Lillian laughed. "Not much like Peter am I after all?"
While this conversation was going on in the little parlor the two
colonels were crossing the Delaware, and were soon in the cars rolling
rapidly towards the great metropolis.
"But, Colonel Hamilton, you must confess that it was not pleasant while
receiving the sympathies and kindnesses of the people, to remember I was
wounded in the army that would, if they could, annihilate yours."
"But they cannot!"
"That does not take away my chagrin! Here I am in the midst of those
whom I once hoped, it may be, to conquer or slay, and from their hands
receiving the 'coals of fire' that are scorching my heart instead of my
head. It is this that makes me wish to bury myself away from it all."
"But, my dear fellow; you are not the only one who ever changed his
convictions! Just make yourself comfortable! See how rapidly we are
getting along! Here is Burlington. I wish there were a boat going up the
river as soon as you arrive in the city, so that you could lie down the
rest of the way."
"I am getting so 'yankeeized' that I could never wait for the slow
motion of a steamer. I must take the lightning express."
"And be at your destination before tea-time?"
"So Ellen has written me."
"Well, take good care of your heart. This mixing up of fractions makes
very serious troubles sometimes."
"But in the final union of whole numbers there is bliss! Why not work
out the sum and hand over the product in your advice?" A merry laugh
followed this query, while the long train whirled on.
There was a happy reunion in the widow's cottage when Mr. St. Clair
returned with his son to occupy the easy chair that had been especially
procured for him. The mother had not seen him since the time when in his
rebel uniform he had bid her good-bye in the far-away home, and her eyes
were swimming with tears as she looked upon his changed face.
"They did not tell me you were so thin and pale," she said as she kissed
him tenderly.
"But I am very weary now; you have no idea what a night's rest will do
for my good looks." Still the mother's heart beat with a low, sad
throbbing.
Anna was placid and reserved. Her greetings were cordial, while none
save the maternal eye peered beneath the external calm.
"Well this is cozy," he remarked, as the two young ladies drew his chair
close to the table. "Still it is a little mortifying to my masculine
dignity--this being waited upon by ladies instead of slaves!"
"It is the way with us up here," replied the sister; "and all you can
possibly do is to submit with as much grace as you can muster for the
purpose. Where is Toby?" she continued, as though missing him for the
first time.
"Taking good care of his liberty. I have not seen him since he concluded
to use his privileges as a free man."
The days sped rapidly by. The cool winds came sweeping up from the broad
Hudson, while the frosts painted the trees with gaudy tints, blighting
the flowers and searing the green grass.
"Are we not imposing upon good nature?" the son asked one morning, as,
leaning on the arm of his father, they walked out among the fallen
leaves that were carpeting the smoothly shorn lawn. "It seems to me we
must be burdensome. Why do we not go to our rooms at the hotel?"
"Are you not more comfortable here? Mrs. Pierson is so kind, and we have
all become so fully domesticated at a home fireside that it would be a
sad change to take up our quarters at the public inn."
"But Ellen wrote--"
"Ah, yes--'that she had secured rooms at Maple Grove,' which, after all,
meant here under these maple trees. But if you desire it, my son--"
"I am not the only one to be considered. It seems that the mother and
daughter have altogether too much work to do, with only one servant in
the kitchen, and she a white girl."
The father laughed. "You have no idea how easily they perform their
labor. Even the servant sings as cheerfully as though she was mistress
of all, and indeed it would be hard to tell who fills that important
position in this home. But I will do just as you and Ellen shall
decide."
They had reached the door, and were entering as the last sentence was
being finished.
"Decide what?" interrogated Ellen.
"About those rooms at the hotel"; laughed the father.
"They will remain _in statu quo_ as long as they are paid for, will they
not? As for me, I am in no hurry to leave my present quarters. My
diploma is not yet secured in bread and pie making, and it would be
unmanly in you to be the means of crushing my ambition."
"I think it my duty to nip in the bud any attempt at conspiracy. So
while you all remain here in this pleasant sitting room, I will go into
the parlor with my easy chair. Will you, my sister, invite Miss Anna to
join me there? Unless your influence has diluted her frankness, she will
reveal the whole matter. At any rate, this must be settled."
"A capital suggestion! Anna shall be judge, jury and all, and we poor
subjects will cheerfully abide by her decision." And Ellen darted away
after the young lady in question.
"For shame, to put me in such a dilemma!" exclaimed Anna, as she placed
the flakey crust she was preparing on the pie tin; but the crimson wave
that rolled over neck, cheek and brow did not escape the notice of her
companion.
"O, you need not appear so much shocked at the thought of meeting him,
for he will not make love to you. Never fear! The little foot of Lillian
Belmont crushed all the romance out of his heart a long time ago. So,
away; I can finish that pie while Rhoda is making the pudding."
Anna obeyed without a word, and we will let her enter alone that quiet,
pretty parlor where the wounded soldier was waiting.
"Two hours as I live!" exclaimed Ellen, as the clock on the mantel
struck twelve.
"It takes time to settle long accounts," replied the mother, quaintly.
"He is determined to go, I reckon"; interposed the father, cheerily; but
Mrs. Pierson was silent.
"Dinner is all ready, and I am just as hungry! Can't I go and see how
the matter stands?" This question was addressed to the widow, who was
sitting by the window, looking out on the seared and fading grass.
There was a sad expression about the mouth, and a tremor in the voice
not usually there, as she answered: "Yes, dear; Rhoda does not like to
wait without a cause."
Amid laughing and jesting, the easy chair was drawn out, still
containing its occupant, while Anna disappeared through an opposite
door, and was not seen until the family had gathered around the
well-filled table.
"Well, how is it, my boy?" queried Mr. St. Clair. "How about Maple Grove
Inn? Are we to leave such delicacies as these for others untried?"
"Anna is chairman of that committee, and is to hand over the report,"
replied George.
There was an expression on the face of the young lady thus appealed to
that caused Ellen St. Clair to look quickly towards her brother, who met
her wondering gaze with a comical smile very significant in itself, and
made the sister exclaim: "I should think both of you are 'chairmen,' if
one was to judge from the amount of knowledge that seems lurking in your
eyes. Out with it! What is the report?"
"Patience is one of the cardinal virtues, my dear," suggested the
father, gravely. "Such an extended consultation requires much thought in
the summing up."
"I conclude by Miss Anna's silence that the pleasing office of
'reporter' is conferred upon her unworthy servant; therefore listen to
the 'summing up';" and laying down his fork, with folded arms, George
St. Clair leaned back in his easy chair. "The question propounded, with
its prelude, was something after this sort: I said, My dear girl, when I
was well and strong I gave into your love and tender watchful care my
two honored parents and one pretty little sister, and most faithfully
have you regarded my trust; and now a fourth comes creeping and hobbling
into your paradise of peace and comfort, and although he has nothing to
recommend him, would pray to be admitted, not to your care, but to your
heart and enduring love. Will you as cheerfully grant my petition in
this, as in the former instance? And her reply, after brushing away a
few of the cobwebs of the past, was 'I will, with the permission of my
mother, who has a right to be consulted upon all such articles of
transfer.'"
"I do declare!" burst from the lips of the sister. "The great subject of
remaining as honorary members of this most hospitable family, I believe,
was not broached by the committee."
"As to myself," interposed the father, "I am very naturally inclined,
after placing in the hands of our hostess a sufficient sum for every
expense, including the perplexities such an increase of family would
cause, to remain in our present quarters until further developments."
"Very likely!" interposed the mother with with a beaming face.
Anna had left her seat at the head of the table at the very commencement
of this little speech, and the hostess sat with folded hands pale and
trembling as one in a troubled dream. Mr. and Mrs. St. Clair looked at
each other with surprise written all over their good-natured faces, but
the sister was lost in amazement. She had not once thought such a union
possible, and was not ready to give it sanction.
"Mrs. Pierson, tell me frankly, do you wish that the bullet which so
ignobly tore my back had finished its work, so that the present summing
up would have been avoided? It would not, however, have saved your
daughter's heart, for she loved me before all that."
The widow looked calmly into the face of the speaker as she answered
tremulously: "My daughter's happiness is my highest ambition. Not so
much as to the comforts of this life as to the assurances of the life to
come. Wealth or honorable position socially have not been included in my
aspirations for her. Congenial companionship and a true heart are the
highest blessings of life I could wish." Tears came into her eyes and
she arose from the table to hide them.
"I am not going to let my dinner spoil at any rate!" exclaimed Mr. St.
Clair, with a composing laugh: "This roast lamb is capital."
"And you would like some coffee"; suggested Anna, appearing at her post,
while Mrs. Pierson returned to her seat at the table.
"Now that is sensible. Let us appoint an hour for congratulations and
proceed with present duties unmolested. George, my boy, replenish the
stomach if you would restore the back. For my part I think this a most
capital arrangement. With the old homestead, 'West Lawn' and 'Rosedale,'
which I shall be obliged to take into my possession, will yield us all
what bread and butter we shall require--not as good as this perhaps, but
it will do. By the way, I would like to know where Mrs. Belmont is."
"Gone back to Rosedale!" suggested Mrs. St. Clair with emphasis.
"Not a bit of it! If she could indulge in such an unwomanly sneak as to
fly from the presence of her daughter, she would never risk her neck
down among the bullets that are whizzing so near her home. No--no!"
He rattled on as a merry accompaniment to the monotonous sounds of knife
and fork; but the responses were few and subdued. A hush had fallen upon
more than one heart in that little circle around the well-filled board,
yet to none was it dark or gloomy. There were sunbeams streaming through
bright golden tints lighting them up, but Ellen St. Clair did not raise
her eyes. She loved Anna, but had not thought of her as the bride of her
peerless brother. "And what would Bertha say?" It was so unexpected!
So intent were they with their own thoughts that no notice had been
given to the dark cloud that had suddenly risen up from the south,
spreading itself over the sky, until a fearful gust of wind dashed
against the windows and made all start to their feet in alarm.
"A regular southern hurricane," remarked Mrs. St. Clair. "See how those
trees bend and what a shower of bright leaves are in the air."
The rain dashed against the panes, while the gale blew the clouds at a
rapid speed northward, stripping the branches of their gaudy dress and
strewing the faded grass with a carpet of gay colors. George St. Clair
watched it with mingled emotions. It was noonday, yet the darkness was
oppressive. He saw the dense cloud sweep over the sun, leaving in its
trail the hazy blue of an autumn sky. He listened to the fitful wail of
the angry blast and thought of the tornado that was at that moment
devastating the beautiful fields and groves of his sunny land, and the
spirit of rebellion arose in his heart. "What was the need of this
noonday storm? Why must war rifle the land of its beauty and crimson the
earth with the shed blood of thousands?"
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