ROMA SEEKS A NEW MAID.
Roma's rage and grief at her mother's failure to set matters straight
between her and Devereaux were beyond all expression.
But, for very pride's sake, she concealed the deepest bitterness of her
heart.
She could not accuse her gentle mother of wanton carelessness, for
the tears stood in her deep-blue eyes as she told the story of her
interview, concluding sadly:
"Do not think, my darling, that I did not do my best to bring him to
reason, putting pride away, and telling him how devotedly you loved
him, and that it would break your heart to lose him now. He was cold
and unresponsive to all my pleadings, and as good as said he was glad
to be free of you. I confess I lost my temper at the last, and told him
I despised him, before I came away."
Roma did not speak, she only tapped the rich carpet with a restless
foot, indicative of a white heat of repressed anger; but Mrs. Clarke
did not read her mood aright; she thought she was bearing the blow with
fortitude.
In her keen sympathy she exclaimed:
"It is a cruel blow to your pride and love, my daughter, and I only
wish I knew how to comfort you."
Roma lifted her white face and glittering eyes to Mrs. Clarke's anxious
scrutiny, and actually laughed--a strange, mirthless laugh, that
chilled her mother's blood. Then she said, with seeming coolness:
"You can comfort me right off, mamma, by begging papa to give me those
rubies I've wanted so long! As for Jesse, he is only holding off from
pride! I shall win him back, never fear!"
"You shall have your rubies, dear," her mother answered kindly, though
she thought: "What a strange girl? How can she think of rubies at such
a moment?"
"Thank you, mamma, you are very good to me!" Roma answered prettily, in
her gratitude for the rubies; then, as Mrs. Clarke was going out, she
added: "I wonder if Sophie is well enough to get up and wait on me. I
am in need of her services."
Mrs. Clarke paused in some embarrassment, and answered:
"I shall have to lend you my own maid till I can get you another.
Sophie Nutter left quite abruptly this morning."
"I'm glad of it. I disliked the girl, and I suspected her of telling
tales of me to you!" cried Roma.
Mrs. Clarke neither affirmed nor denied the charge. She simply said:
"We should be kind to our servants, Roma, if we expect them to bear
good witness for us."
"Kindness is wasted on the ungrateful things!" Roma answered
impatiently. "I must have another maid immediately."
"But where shall we find her? Not in this little town, I fear. So we
must send to Boston."
"Wait! I have an idea, mamma!"
"Well?"
"I should like to have that neat little sewing girl that altered my
cape that night. She is so clever with her needle, she would be a real
treasure to me, and save you many dressmaking bills."
"Would she be willing to come?"
"We can find out by asking the old woman she lives with--you know,
mamma, that old tumble-down shanty at the end of town, coming out of
Cliffdene? It is a little more than a mile from here. Liane Lester
lives there with an old grandmother that beats her every day, I've
heard, and I've no doubt she would jump at the chance of a situation
here!"
Mrs. Clarke forbore to remind her daughter that she, too, had been
accused of beating her maid; she only said warningly:
"You would have to be kinder to her than you were to Sophie, or she
would not be likely to stay, my dear."
"How could you believe Sophie's fibs on me?" cried Roma petulantly; but
Mrs. Clarke turned the exclamation aside by saying:
"Perhaps you had better go and see about the new maid at once."
"Oh, mamma, I think you might do it yourself! I--I am too nervous and
unhappy to attend to it just now. Won't you just drive down into town
again and see about the girl?" answered Roma.
Mrs. Clarke did not relish the task, but she was so used to bearing
Roma's burdens that she assented without a murmur, and went out again
to see about the new maid, sadly troubled in her mind about what had
happened last night, when the delirious maid had told such shocking
stories on her daughter.
"It could not be true; of course not, but it is shocking that Sophie
should even have imagined such awful things! It all came of Roma being
cross and impatient with her, and making a bad impression on her mind.
Now, if this young sewing girl should consent to serve Roma, I shall
make it a point to see that she is not ill-used," she thought, as her
handsome carriage stopped at Liane's humble home, and the footman
opened the door and helped her out.
She swept up the narrow walk to the door, an imposing figure, thinking
compassionately:
"What a wretched abode! It will be a pleasing change to Liane Lester if
the girl will consent to come to Cliffdene."
She tapped on the open door, but no one replied, though she saw the old
woman's figure moving about in the room beyond.
"She is deaf and cannot hear me. I will just step in," she thought,
suiting the action to the word.
Granny was sweeping up the floor, but she turned with a start, dropping
her broom as a soft hand touched her shoulder, and, confronting the
beautiful intruder, asked:
"Who are you? What do you want?"
Mrs. Clarke smiled, as she replied:
"I am Mrs. Clarke, of Cliffdene. I wish to see Liane Lester."
"Liane's down to her work at Miss Bray's, ma'am, but you can tell me
your business with her. I'm her grandmother," snarled granny crossly.
"My daughter Roma has lost her maid; she wishes to offer Liane the
vacant place, with your approval. She will have a pleasant home, and
much better wages than are paid to her by Miss Bray for sewing."
Mrs. Clarke had never seen Liane Lester, but she felt a deep sympathy
for her from what she had heard, and was strangely eager to have her
come to Cliffdene.
So she waited impatiently for granny's reply, and as she studied the
homely figure before her, a sudden light beamed in her eyes, and she
exclaimed:
"How strange! I recognize you all at once as the woman who nursed me
when my daughter Roma was born. You have changed, but yet your features
are quite familiar. Oh, how you bring back that awful time to me! Do
you remember how my child was stolen, and that I would have died of
a broken heart, only that she was restored to me almost at the last
moment, when my life was so quickly ebbing away?"
The quick tears of memory started to the lady's eyes, but granny's
fairly glared at her as she muttered:
"You are mistaken!"
"Oh, no, I cannot be! I recall you perfectly," declared Mrs. Clarke,
who had an astonishing memory for faces.
"I never saw you before in my whole life! I never was a sick nurse!"
declared the old woman, so positively and angrily that Mrs. Clarke
thought that, after all, she might be mistaken.
"Really, it does not matter. I was misled by a resemblance, and I
thought you would be glad to hear of your nurse child again," she said.
A strange eagerness appeared on the old woman's face as she muttered:
"It's my misfortune that I haven't such a claim on your kindness,
ma'am. God knows I'd be glad to meet with rich friends that would pity
my poverty-stricken old age!"
Mrs. Clarke's white hand slipped readily into her pocket, taking the
hint, and granny was made richer by a dollar, which she acknowledged
with profuse gratitude.
"And as for Liane going as maid to your daughter, ma'am, I'd like to
see this Miss Roma first, before I give my consent. I want to see if
she looks like a kind young lady, that would not scold and slap my
granddaughter," she declared cunningly.
Mrs. Clarke colored, wondering if Sophie's tales had reached the old
woman's ears, but she said quickly:
"I would insure kind treatment to your grandchild if she came to serve
my daughter."
"Thank you kindly, ma'am. I believe you, but will you humor an old
woman's whim and persuade Miss Roma to come to me herself?" persisted
granny, with veiled eagerness.
"I will do so if I can, but I cannot promise certainly," Mrs. Clarke
replied, rather coldly, as she rustled through the door.
She was vexed and disappointed. Everything seemed to go against her
that day. How angry Roma would be at the old woman's obstinacy, and how
insolently she would talk to her, looking down on her from her height
of pride and position. It was as well to give up the thought of having
Liane come at all.
And how strangely like the old woman was to Mrs. Jenks, the nurse she
had had with her when Roma was born. She was mistaken, of course, since
the old creature said so; but she had such a good memory for faces, and
she had never thought of two such faces alike in the world.
But if Mrs. Clarke went away perturbed from this rencontre, she left
granny sadly flustrated also.
The old creature sat down in the doorway, her chin in her hands, and
gazed with starting eyes at the grand carriage from Cliffdene rolling
away.
"Who would have dreamed such a thing?" she muttered. "Here I have lived
two years neighbor to the Clarkes, and never suspected their identity,
and never heard their girl's name spoken before! Well, well, well! And
they want Liane to wait on Roma. Ha, ha, ha!"
She seemed to find the idea amusing, for she kept laughing at intervals
in a grim, mocking fashion, while she watched the road to Cliffdene as
if she had seen a ghost from the past.
"Will the girl come, as I wish? Will she condescend to cross old
granny's humble threshold? I should like to see her in her pride and
beauty. Perhaps she, too, might have a dollar to fling to a poor old
wretch like me!" she muttered darkly.