"OH, TO SLEEP MY LIFE AWAY, AND BE WITH THEE AT REST!"
Rosamond Lee completely ignored the lovely young stranger seated at the
table opposite her; but Jessie had the uncomfortable feeling that she
was watching her.
The conversation had ceased, when suddenly Mr. Bassett announced: "I
have just received a letter from my grandson. He will be with us a week
from to-day. He will remain with us a month."
During the next few days the household was quite upset, so great were
the preparations made for the coming stranger. Most of the forenoons had
been spent by Jessie in reading the daily papers to the old couple in
the library. One morning Rosamond Lee came to her quite excitedly, just
as she was about to begin her duties.
"Miss Bain," she said, arching her eyebrows haughtily, "I do not think
my guardian has thought to mention the subject to you, but for the next
few weeks you are to exchange places with my maid, Janet; she has hurt
her hand, but that will not hinder her from reading the papers and
attending to Mrs. Bassett's wants. During that time, while you are
performing the services of maid to me, you will remember that your place
is not in the library, but in my own suite of rooms. I must also mention
to you that you will be excused from joining us at the table."
Jessie flushed and then paled. It was not so much on account of the
menial position to which she was assigned, as the manner in which the
change had been made known to her.
"You may as well commence your duties at once," said Rosamond,
imperiously, "and make the change to my apartments without further
delay."
"I have a letter to write for Mrs. Bassett, to her grandson, I believe,"
said Jessie, in a low voice. "Shall I not remain in the library until
after that is done? Mrs. Bassett told me to remind her of it to-day."
"Never mind about it," said Rosamond Lee, hurriedly, "I will attend to
it. I always write the letters to her grandson for her. I am amazed that
she should call upon you. You must come with me at once to my rooms."
Jessie put down the paper she was reading and followed her.
As Jessie Bain entered Rosamond's room, she was surprised at the array
of dresses lying on the sofa, the chair-backs, and every conceivable
place.
"I want these all overhauled at once," began the beauty. "They must be
finished by the end of the week."
Jessie looked around at the dresses, surprised at the great amount of
work which Miss Lee was so confident she could accomplish in so short a
time.
Jessie was sure that she saw Rosamond Lee's maid busily stitching away
when she had first entered the room, but she rose hastily and went into
an inner apartment, and a moment later returned with her hand done up
and her arm in a sling.
Rosamond Lee said to herself that it had been a wise stratagem on her
part to make her maid exchange places with Jessie Bain until after the
handsome young man should come and go.
The tasks that Rosamond Lee laid out for Jessie were cruelly hard. She
would say to her each morning, as she laid out this or that bit of work:
"This must be finished by to-morrow morning."
As soon as the clock struck nine, Rosamond would seek her downy couch.
Not for anything in the world would she have lost the few hours of
beauty-sleep before midnight, so essential to young girl's good looks.
But there must be no beauty-sleep for the tired young girl who plied her
needle.
"How dare you!" Rosamond cried. "What do you mean by loitering in this
manner?"
Miss Rosamond insisted that while she was performing the duties of maid
to her, Jessie must take her meals up in her room, declaring that it
really took too much time for her to go and come to the dining-room to
her meals.
On the third afternoon of her banishment she heard the sound of
carriage-wheels, followed by the servants in the corridor crying out
excitedly:
"He has come at last! Now the old gentleman and his wife will be in the
seventh heaven!"
It mattered little to Jessie Bain. She cared not who came or went. She
knew that some young man was expected; but she had not taken interest
enough to listen when the maid, who had come in to do up their rooms
that morning, had broached the subject concerning him.
"Miss Rosamond is very much in love with him," commented the girl, in a
significant whisper, after taking a swift glance over her shoulder to
make sure they were quite alone. "Well, it's no wonder, either, for a
handsome-looking gentleman he is--tall, broad-shouldered, and kindly. He
will inherit an enormous fortune from old Mr. and Mrs. Bassett, for they
just idolize him. His mother was their only child. He always came here
once a year, ever since he was a little lad, they say, and all the old
servants love him."
The maid had scarcely finished her recital, concerning the coming of the
handsome heir, when the door was suddenly flung open, and Rosamond Lee,
breathless and flushed with excitement, sprung into the room.
"Where's my pale-blue dress with the black velvet bows? Get it for me,
somebody--anybody! I want to put it on at once!" she fairly cried.
"The pale-blue dress is not finished yet," Jessie answered, falteringly.
"You know you changed your mind about having it altered the next moment
after you had laid it out, and told me not to touch it until you decided
fully just how you wanted it done. I have been sewing on the rose-pink
cashmere--"
"You horrid creature!" screamed Rosamond Lee. "I can scarcely keep my
hands off you! You didn't want to see me looking well in my pale-blue
dress, and delayed fixing it on purpose. Oh, you horrid, horrid
creature!" and with this she seized Jessie Bain by the shoulders and
shook her until the girl's slender form bent like a reed in the storm.
The maid, who watched this proceeding, was fairly speechless with
terror. She would have flung herself between Jessie Bain and the
infuriated beauty had she dared, but she knew that would mean instant
dismissal, and despite her intense indignation, she was obliged to stand
there and coolly witness it all.
"There," cried Rosamond Lee, fairly out of breath, "I hope I have taught
you that I won't be trifled with. Now help me get on the rose cashmere
as quick as you can."
Jessie Bain never knew how she managed to fasten the dress on the irate
beauty.
The maid came to her rescue, noting that Jessie Bain was by far too
nervous to do the heiress's bidding.
The look of thankfulness she gave her amply repaid her.
A moment later Miss Rosamond flounced out of the room. The door had
scarcely closed after her ere Jessie Bain's strength gave way entirely,
and she sank to the floor in a swoon.
"Poor thing!" cried the maid, bending over her, "I shall advise her to
leave this place at once. But, after all, maybe it is with her as it is
with me--she would have no home to go to if she left here, and her next
mistress might be as cruel, though she couldn't be any worse."
Her diligent efforts were soon rewarded by seeing Jessie Bain open her
eyes.
"You are faint and weak. Come to the window and get a breath of air. A
breath of the cool, crisp air will do you a world of good."
Jessie made no attempt to resist her when she took her in her arms and
carried her to the window, and threw open the sash. Jessie inhaled a
deep breath of the cool morning air. Ah, yes! the air was refreshing.
"Don't lean so far out," cautioned her companion, "Miss Rosamond might
see you! She is standing in the bay-window of the library with handsome
Mr. Hubert; and to see her smile, so bland and child-like, any one would
declare that she had no temper at all, but, instead, the disposition of
an angel."
Jessie gave a startled look, intending to get quickly out of sight ere
Rosamond Lee should observe her; but that glance fairly froze the blood
in her veins. Yes, Rosamond Lee was standing by the window, looking as
sweet and bland as a great wax doll.
But it was on the face of her companion that Jessie's eyes were riveted.
It seemed to her in that instant that the heart in her bosom fairly
stood still, for the face she saw was Hubert Varrick's!
"He has had ever so much trouble," the girl went on. "He has been
married, but his young wife died, and he is now a widower, free to marry
again if he finds any one whom he can love as he did the one he lost."
With that, the girl left the room, and then Jessie Bain gave vent to the
grief that filled her heart to overflowing.
"I must go away from here," she sobbed; "I must not meet him again, for
did I not give his mother my written word that I would not speak to him
again, nor let him know where I was, and I must keep my solemn pledge."