THE WANDERER RETURNS.
For several days the musicale, and the events connected with it, formed
the subjects of general conversation. At first Sarah's remarkable
address to her school-mates appeared likely to have a contrary effect
from that which she desired, being calculated to make Marion more
disliked than ever by those to whom she had been held up by her zealous
little champion as superior to themselves in every way.
But Sarah, despite her quick temper, was a great favorite in the school,
for her warm heart and generous nature made her as ready to do any one a
kindness as she was to fly into a passion. She always spoke the truth,
and if she unintentionally wounded or even annoyed one of her companions
she was ever ready to make reparation. Perhaps many of them felt the
truth of her remarks, and thought that in this case silence was their
only safeguard.
Miss Christine had spoken privately to the older scholars, entreating
them not to harbor any ill-will towards either of the three immediately
concerned, and so the matter was passed quietly over, and that which in
many instances could have had nothing but evil results seemed likely in
this one to be productive of good; for Marion, fearing that she had been
the means of depriving Sarah of some of her warmest friends, almost
unconsciously assumed a different bearing towards all her companions,
and for her new friend's sake exhibited an interest in persons and
things about her which she had heretofore treated with supreme
indifference. And so the days wore on, and Thanksgiving was rapidly
approaching. None of the girls who lived at a distance were going home
this year, and the house was filled with lamentations, and half-stifled
fears lest certain boxes should fail to make their appearance.
Marion had as yet received no definite news from her mother regarding
Jemima Dobbs, and her heart was filled with disappointment when she
thought of the lonely Thanksgiving they were likely to have at the
farm-house in place of the bright and happy one she had pictured to
herself.
She was sitting in her window one morning thinking of Aunt Bettie, when
her door suddenly opened, a voice cried, "Look out for your head!" and a
thick letter was shot into her lap. She caught it eagerly, not stopping
to think whose was the unerring hand that had so accurately hit its
mark, and tearing off the envelope in true school-girl fashion, she
glanced rapidly along the pages, when her eyes were caught with the
words: "Jemima will be at the B---- station Wednesday, when the seven
o'clock train arrives; be sure and have some one there to meet her."
With a cry of delight Marion ran to the door to call Florence, and was
met by that young woman at the head of the stairs. She received the
happy tidings as enthusiastically as Marion could possibly wish, and
going back to their room, and seating themselves in their usual window,
Marion read the letter aloud:--
"BOSTON, Nov. 24th.
"MY DEAR DAUGHTER:--Papa has just gone down town; Fred is at
school; and Charley radiantly happy in the possession of a new
mechanical toy, which I expect will be demolished in a few moments,
as that young gentleman is developing a surprising fancy for
inquiring into the 'why and wherefore' of everything he takes hold
of. As everything seems to promise a quiet time for me, I think I
will devote myself to you, as I have quite a long story to tell
you.
"I know you have been very much disappointed that my recent
letters have contained no news of your protégé; but I am in hopes
that this one will put all your anxiety to rest, and quite equal
your most ardent expectations.
"After waiting some time, Mrs. Benson received a letter from the
lady in Charlestown, with whom the girl calling herself Arabella
Dobbs has gone to live, in which she wrote that Arabella had stayed
with her three weeks, but had left, thinking she could find work in
some wholesale clothing establishment, that would prove more
profitable than living out.
"The lady also voluntarily wrote, that she had every reason to
think the girl was living under an assumed name, as she had
repeatedly answered questions directed to the cook, whose name was
Jemima, and seemed very much confused, when after doing so several
times, remarks were made, and excused herself by saying that her
mother used to call her Jemima 'just for fun.'
"Of course we were not much longer in doubt as to the identity of
Miss Arabella, but we were, if possible, wider from the mark than
ever, for we had not the most remote idea to what clothing
establishment she had gone, and there being several in the city, it
did not seem very probable that without much difficulty we should
be able to find the right one. While I stood talking with Mrs.
Benson, as she was looking over the directory, a girl came up to
the desk. I moved aside that she might more easily speak to Mrs.
Benson, and she asked in a weak, tired voice, 'Any letters for me,
ma'am?'--'What name?' demanded Mrs. Benson, running her finger down
the column of the book, and not raising her eyes. 'Arabella Dobbs,'
replied the servant-girl.
"Up jumped Mrs. Benson, slamming the covers of the directory
together with a report like a pistol, while I turned, equally
unable to conceal my astonishment, and looked at the girl as if she
had been a ghost. As you may imagine, such a proceeding could not
be very agreeable to the poor thing, and she looked from one to the
other with a bewildered, half-frightened expression.
"I must say at my first glance I was not favorably impressed with
her. I had looked for a round-faced, good-natured-looking country
girl; perhaps a trifle 'airy' after her short experience of city
life; but I saw a thin, angular face and figure, the hair drawn
tightly off her forehead up to the very top of her head, and done
in an immense waterfall; a little, round hat tipped forward, the
brim just reaching her forehead, across which lay a row of
corkscrew curls; her dress, which had originally been a good,
serviceable delaine, but was now so soiled as to almost defy
description, was looped up and puckered into a great bunch behind,
in imitation of the panniers worn by the fashionable young ladies
of the day. All this I took in at a glance, and confess to being
rather disgusted with the young woman; but when I looked carefully
at her face all such uncharitable feelings vanished, for it bore
the marks of recent illness and real distress.
"Do not think, my dear Mab, that I kept the poor creature standing
as long as it has taken me to write all this; my thoughts flew much
faster than my pen ever can. I went up to her, and putting out my
hand said, before Mrs. Benson could recover from her surprise,
"Jemima, I believe there are no letters for you now, but I can tell
you about your dear mother, who is very, very lonely without her
daughter."
"It is useless to give you an account of our conversation, for I
cannot remember it myself; the poor girl was so overcome by my
unexpected kindness, and her own joy at finding a hand held out to
her when she most needed help, that she opened her heart to me at
once. The person who influenced her to come to Boston proved to be
anything but a friend, and Jemima has paid heavily for following
her advice; it was through her, as Mrs. Dobbs supposed, that she
was induced to give her name as Arabella, and that act was the
key-note to all her misfortune. She succeeded in getting work at a
clothing establishment, at what seemed to her country ears most
liberal terms; but work as hard as she could, she could earn but
little more than enough to pay her board. Crowded into a room with
more than twenty other girls, bending over her work in the stifled
atmosphere from morning until night, soon told upon her health,
accustomed as she had always been to pure country air and bodily
exercise, and she had hardly been at the place three weeks when she
was taken ill with a violent fever. The woman with whom she
boarded, although a cold, grasping creature, was prevented from
sending her away by the entreaties of the other boarders, who, as
the fever was not of a malignant nature, insisted upon having her
kept in the house. Some of the girls were very kind to her; but
they could give her but little attention, as their time was mostly
passed in the workroom. After the first severity of the fever
passed, and the tiresome days of convalescence were reached, the
poor thing yearned for home and dear, familiar faces; she had sent
her friends to Mrs. Benson's several times to inquire for letters,
but with most incredible short-sightedness had always told them to
give the name Arabella Dobbs, entirely forgetting that her mother
did not know she had thrown aside the countrified Jemima.
"The day I saw her was the first day she had walked out, and she
had literally dragged herself along the street, and up the two long
flights leading to the office. She had given all her dresses, with
the exception of the one she had on, to her landlady, and the woman
had threatened to turn her out if she did not pay her five dollars
that night. I fortunately had the carriage with me, and drove with
Jemima to her boarding-place. The woman was all smiles and
blandishments when she saw me, and quite overpowered Jemima with
her tender inquiries as to how she felt after her walk; but I cut
her short by telling her I had come to take Jemima home with me,
and paid the five dollars she owed her. I think the woman would
have asked more if she had not seen I was pretty determined; and so
promising to send for Jemima's trunk, which was now almost entirely
empty, I brought the exhausted girl here, that she might rest a few
days and gain strength for her journey. She evidently is longing
for home, and I do not believe she will feel like herself until she
gets there. I am having her a good, warm dress made, and shall give
her my plain gray silk bonnet, that her mother's good sense need
not be shocked at sight of her hat, which is about the size of a
small saucer. I think she is very much humbled; she shows it in
many ways; most of all in her dress, and I am happy to say the
corkscrew ringlets no longer adorn her brow. Jemima will be at the
B---- station when the seven o'clock train arrives; be sure and
have some one there to meet her.
"And now, my dear, I have only time to say that we are all well,
and hoping to hear from you soon. I know this letter will be more
interesting to you than if it contained pages of spicy news. I seem
to see you and Florence enjoying its contents. Give my love to her,
and accept more than ever a letter carried before for yourself,
from your fond
"MAMMA."
"She'll be here to-morrow, as true as you live!" exclaimed Marion. "Oh,
I am so glad! for now Aunt Bettie will have a Thanksgiving after all,
and I was afraid it would be anything but that."
"Of course you'll go up there with her."
"No, I shan't. I shall go this afternoon, if Miss Christine will let me,
and of course she will, and tell auntie that Jemima is found, and will
probably be with her by Saturday; then you see Jemima will surprise her
by getting there to-morrow, for I must have a surprise about it
somewhere. I shall tell auntie how sick Jemima has been, and that she
must not be the least bit harsh with her."
"But I should think you would want to go too, so as to see the fun,"
said Florence.
"Fun! I don't think there'll be much fun in it. I believe it will be
rather a _teary_ time at first, and I prefer to be out of the way."
"In other words, you think it would be a little easier for them to be by
themselves; so you give up seeing the 'grand tableau' at the close of
the play, which never would have happened but for you."
"Don't be a goose, Flo!" laughed Marion, who, although radiant with
delight, and a secret sort of satisfaction, tried to remain cool, for
fear she should appear too much pleased with the part she had played in
the affair.
"Who are you going to send to the station?" asked Florence.
"I'm going myself."
"Do you suppose Miss Stiffy's going to let you march off by yourself two
days in succession?"
"Not a bit of it," replied Marion. "I'm going to get up a party to go to
the farm this afternoon, and I'll manage it so that I can hang back, and
tell the good news after you have all gone out."
"And then rush off and not give her a chance to thank you."
"I dare say," replied Marion; "but I mustn't stop here; it's time we
went down, for the clock struck five minutes ago."
Marion was as good as her word, and arranged a party for Aunt Bettie's
that afternoon, taking care, however, to have Florence gain the required
permission, as she knew she should want the same favor the next day. She
managed to make Aunt Bettie understand in a few words all that was
necessary of her daughter's story, leaving it for Jemima to make up
deficiencies, and hurried off, overtaking her companions before they had
missed her.
The next day, finding out at what hour the train in which Jemima was
coming would arrive, she walked to the village, made arrangements with
a man who was in the habit of doing errands for Miss Stiefbach, to have
a comfortable covered wagon ready to take Jemima and her trunk to the
farm, and then went to the station to await the arrival of the cars. As
she sat waiting, the station-master came into the room, and planting
himself in front of her, with both hands in his pockets, and chewing a
toothpick suddenly accosted her with:--
"Goin' deown?"
"Going where?" asked Marion, not overpleased at his advances.
"Deown--deown to Boston;" jerking his thumb over his shoulder, as if
that city was situated in the room directly behind him.
"No, sir."
"No? 'spectin' someun p'raps."
Marion made no reply.
"S'pose you're one o' them gals up t'the schule?"
Marion still observed a dignified silence.
"Spectin' one o' the gals?" queried the man, who, being a true Yankee,
was not at all abashed by the coldness with which his questions, or
rather comments, were received.
"No, sir," replied Marion.
"You ben't?--_not_ one o' the gals; you're marm, p'raps?"
"No, sir."
"Did you say as how you b'longed up t'the schule?"
"No, I did not say so," replied Marion, too irritated to be amused at
his persistency.
"Oh, you didn't; wall, I didn't know but p'raps you did, an' ef so, I
hed somethin' to tell yer, that's all;" and whistling a tune he was
about to walk off, when Marion exclaimed:--
"I didn't say whether I belonged to the school or not, because you
didn't ask me."
"Didn't I jest say I s'posed you was one o' them gals up t'the schule?"
demanded the man, still chewing his toothpick, and looking at her as if
his last remark was a poser.
"So you did," replied Marion; "you stated the fact, and as I didn't say
anything took it for granted I was one of the scholars. When you ask a
direct question perhaps I'll answer it."
"Aint you a smart un?" exclaimed the man. "Wall now, that's what I call
right deown smart; jest answer to the pint, an' then yer don't git
cornered;" and he nodded his head at her in real admiration. "Wall, I
s'pose I must put it pretty sharp ef I expect to git an answer. Neow,"
taking his hat off and rubbing his hands through his hair as if to
collect his ideas, "be you one o' them gals as goes t'the schule jest
abeout tew miles from here?"
"Yes, I am," replied Marion, who, now that she saw the man had some
motive besides idle curiosity, descended from her loftiness.
"Wall, I've got a box in here that came deown in the express train, an'
I didn't kneow but what you'd come to see 'bout it. It's fur one o' them
gals, an' 's I haint bin here long I haint much used to the business,
an' I didn't know heow to git it up there."
"Who is it for?" asked Marion.
"I don't remember; one o' yer highfalutin sort o' names. But you jest
come and see it;" and he led the way into the "gentleman's room," and
pointed to a large box standing in the corner.
Marion walked up to it, and glancing at the address exclaimed: "Why, it
is for me!"
"Wall, neow du tell!" exclaimed the station-master; "neow I call that
quite a coincydance, I du!"
"Well, I call it a very nice box," laughed Marion; "and there comes a
man I've engaged to do a job for me, and he can take it in his wagon,
and leave it at the school."
"You're a smart un, I tell you," remarked the man as he lifted the box
and carried it to the door; "you know how to do the bisness, an' no
mistake."
Before Marion could reply, or take any notice of his remark, the whistle
of an engine was heard, and as she went out on to the platform the train
whizzed up and stopped If it had not have been for her mother's
preparation, she would never have recognized in the thin, subdued, pale
young woman who stepped from the cars, the bright, rosy country girl she
had seen so many times at Aunt Bettie's.
She welcomed Jemima most cordially, making no allusions that could
embarrass the poor girl, and rattled on a string of good-natured
nothings, as she delivered the little hair trunk into the hands of her
charioteer, and then placed Jemima on the back seat.
"Aint you goin', miss?" asked the driver.
"Oh, no! I prefer to walk. Good-by, Jemima. Give my love to your mother,
and tell her I wish her a happy thanksgiving."
Jemima grasped the hand Marion held out to her, and exclaimed under her
breath, just loud enough for Marion to catch the words, "God bless you,
miss!" It was the first time she had spoken since she arrived; but I
think Marion was satisfied.
As Marion turned away from the wagon, her eyes fell upon the
station-master, who, with his legs planted at a most respectful distance
from each other, his hands still in the depths of his pockets, and his
head cocked on one side, had been watching all the proceedings with the
deepest interest. As she passed him he nodded his head slowly three
times in the most serious manner, and remarked, with even more than his
former emphasis, "You're a smart un!"