DELL-DELIGHT
It should have been an enchanting home to which Thurston Willcoxen
returned after his long sojourn in Europe. The place, Dell-Delight,
might once have deserved its euphonious and charming name; now, however,
its delightfulness was as purely traditional as the royal lineage
claimed by its owners.
Mr. Willcoxen was one of those whose god is Mammon. He had inherited
money, married a half-sister of Commodore Waugh for money, and made
money. Year by year, from youth to age, adding thousands to thousands,
acres to acres; until now, at the age of ninety-five, he was the master
of incalculable riches.
He had outlived his wife and their three children; and his nearest of
kin were Thurston Willcoxen, the son of his eldest son; Cloudesley
Mornington, the son of his eldest daughter, and poor Fanny Laurie, the
child of his youngest daughter.
Thurston and Fanny had each inherited a small property independent of
their grandfather.
But poor Cloudy had been left an orphan in the worst sense of the
word--destitute and dependent on the "cold charity of the world,"
or the colder and bitterer alms of unloving rich relatives.
The oldest and nearest kinsman and natural guardian of the boys--old Mr.
Willcoxen--had, of course, received them into his house to be reared and
educated; but no education would he afford the lads beyond that
dispensed by the village schoolmaster, who could very well teach them
that ten dimes make a dollar, and ten dollars an eagle; and who could
also instruct them how to write their own names--for instance, at the
foot of receipts of so many hundred dollars for so many hogsheads of
tobacco; or to read other men's signatures, to wit, upon the backs of
notes of hand, payable at such a time, or on such a day. This was just
knowledge enough, he said, to teach the boys how to make and save money,
yet not enough to tempt them to spend it foolishly in travel, libraries,
pictures, statues, arbors, fountains, and such costly trumpery and
expensive tomfoolery.
To Thurston, who was his favorite, probably because he bore the family
name and inherited some independent property, Mr. Willcoxen would,
however, have afforded a more liberal and gentlemanly education, could
he have done so and at the same time decently withheld from going to
some expense in giving his penniless grandson, Cloudy, the same
privilege. As it was, he sought to veil his parsimony by conservative
principle.
It was a great humiliation to the boys to see that, while all the youths
of their own rank and neighborhood were entered pensioners at the local
college, they two alone were taken from the little day-school to be put
to agricultural labor--a thing unprecedented in that locality at that
time.
When this matter was brought to the knowledge of Commodore Waugh, as he
strode up and down his hall, the indignant old sailor thumped his heavy
stick upon the ground, thrust forward his great head, and swore
furiously by the whole Pandemonial Hierarchy that his grandnephews
should not be brought up like clodhoppers.
And straightway he ordered his carriage, threw himself into it, and rode
over to Charlotte Hall, where he entered the name of his two young
relatives as pensioners at his own proper cost.
This done, he ordered his coachman to take the road to Dell-Delight,
where he had an interview with Mr. Willcoxen.
And as he met little opposition from the old man, who seemed to think
that it was no more than fair that the boys' uncle should share the
expense of educating them, he sought out the youths, whom he found in
the field, and bade them leave the plough, and go and prepare themselves
to go to C---- and get educated, as befitted the grandnephews of a
gentleman!
The lads were at that time far too simple-minded and too clannish to
feel their pride piqued at this offer, or to take offense at the rude
manner in which it was made. Commodore Waugh was their grand-uncle, and
therefore had a right to educate them, and to be short with them, too,
if he pleased. That was the way in which they both looked at the matter.
And very much delighted and very grateful they were for the opening for
education thus made for them.
And very zealously they entered upon their academical studies. They
boarded at the college and roomed together. But their vacations were
spent apart, Thurston spending his at Dell-Delight, and Cloudy his at
Luckenough.
When the academical course was completed, Commodore Waugh, as has been
seen, was at some pains to give Cloudy a fair start in life, and for the
first time condescended to use his influence with "the Department" to
procure a favor in the shape of a midshipman's warrant for Cloudesley
Mornington.
In the meantime old Mr. Willcoxen was very gradually sinking into the
imbecility natural to his advanced age; and his fascinating grandson was
gaining some ascendancy over his mind. Year by year this influence
increased, though it must be admitted that Thurston's conquest over his
grandfather's whims was as slow as that of the Hollanders in winning the
land from the sea.
However, the old man--now that Cloudy was provided for and off his
hands--lent a more willing ear to the petition of Thurston to be
permitted to continue his education by a course of studies at a German
university, and afterward by a tour of the Eastern continent.
Thurston's absence was prolonged much beyond the original intention, as
has been related; he spent two years at the university, two in travel,
and nearly two in the city of Paris.
His grandfather would certainly never have consented to this prolonged
absence, had it been at his own cost; but the expenses were met by
advances upon Thurston's own small patrimony.
And, in fact, when at last the young gentleman returned to his native
country, it was because his property was nearly exhausted, and his
remittances were small, few and far between, grudgingly sent, and about
to be stopped. Therefore nearly penniless, but perfectly free from the
smallest debt or degradation--elegant, accomplished, fastidious, yet
truthful, generous, gallant and aspiring--Thurston left the elegant
salons and exciting scenes of Paris for the comparative dullness and
dreariness of his native place and his grandfather's house.
He had reached his legal majority just before leaving Paris, and soon
after his arrival at home he was appointed trustee of poor Fanny
Laurie's property.
His first act was to visit Fanny in the distant asylum in which she was
confined, and ascertain her real condition. And having heard her
pronounced incurable, though perfectly harmless, he determined to
release her from the confinement of the asylum, and to bring her home
to her native county, where, among the woods and hills and streams, she
might find at once that freedom, space and solitude so desired by the
heart-sick or brain-sick, and where also his own care might avail her.
Old Mr. Willcoxen, far from offering opposition to this plan, actually
favored it--though from the less worthy motive of economy. What was the
use of spending money to pay her board, and nursing, and medical
attendance, in the asylum, when she might be boarded and nursed and
doctored so much cheaper at home? For the old man confidently looked
forward to the time when the poor, fragile, failing creature would sink
into the grave, and Thurston would become her heir. And he calculated
that every dollar they could save of her income would be so much added
to the inheritance when Thurston should come into it.
Very soon after Thurston's return home his grandfather gave him to
understand the conditions upon which he intended to make him his heir.
They were two in number, viz., first, that Thurston should never leave
him again while he lived; and, secondly, that he should never marry
without his consent. "For I don't wish to be left alone in my old age,
my dear boy; nor do I wish to see you throw yourself away upon any girl
whose fortune is less than the estate I intend to bequeath entire to
yourself."