have to do everything by rule, and submit to restraint in even the
smallest matters.
In spite of her efforts to be cheerful and to keep from all complaining,
Edith grew paler and thinner, and so quiet, that Aunt Rachel was quite
pleased with what she called her niece's "becoming demeanour."
The girl was growing fast; she was undoubtedly learning much that was
useful and good, but no one knew what it cost her to go quietly on from
day to day and never send one passionate word to the distant home,
imploring her father to let her return to the beloved circle again.
[Sidenote: A Welcome Letter]
But the six months, though they had seemed such a long time to look
forward to, flew quickly by when there were so many things to be done
and learned in them. Edith began to wonder very much in the last few
weeks whether she had really been able to please her aunt or not.
It was not Miss Harley's way to praise or commend her niece at all.
Young people required setting down and keeping in their proper places,
she thought, rather than having their vanity flattered. Yet she could
not be blind to Edith's honest and earnest efforts to please and to
learn, and at the end of the six months a letter went to Winchcomb,
which made both Dr. and Mrs. Harley proud of their child.
"Edith has her faults, as all girls have," wrote Miss Rachel; "but I may
tell you that ever since she came I have been pleased with her conduct.
She makes the best use of the advantages I am able to give her, and I
think you will find her much improved both in knowledge and deportment.
You had better have her home for a week or two, to see you and her
brothers and sisters, and then she can return, and consider my house her
home always. I make no doubt that you will be glad to yield her to me
permanently, but be good enough not to tell her how much I have said in
her favour. I don't want the child's head turned."
"It is very kind of Rachel," said Mrs. Harley, after reading this letter
for the third or fourth time. "I must say I never expected Edith to get
to the end of her six months, still less that she should gain so much
approval. She was always such a wild, harem-scarem girl at home."
"She only wanted looking after, my dear, and putting in a right way,"
said the doctor, in a true masculine spirit; and Mrs. Harley answered,
with her usual gentle little sigh:
"I don't think that was quite all. Maude and Jessie, who have been
brought up at home, have done well, you must admit. But I sometimes
think there is more in Edith--more strength of character and real
patience than we ever gave her credit for. You must excuse my saying so,
but she could never have borne with your sister so long if she had not
made a very great effort."
"And now she is to go back to this tyrant of a maiden aunt," laughed the
doctor. "But by all means let her come home first, as Rachel suggests,
and then we shall see for ourselves, and hear how she likes the prospect
too."
That week or two at home seemed like a delightful dream to Edith. It is
true the fields and woods had lost all their sweet summer beauty; but
the mild late autumn, which lasted far into November that year, had a
charm of its own; and then it was so pleasant to be back again in the
dear old room which she had always shared with Jessie, to have the boys
and Francie laughing and clinging about her, and to find that they had
not forgotten her "one bit," as Johnnie said, and that to have their
dear Edith back was the most charming thing that could possibly have
happened to them.
"You must make much of your sister while she is here," said the doctor.
"It will not be long before you have to say 'Goodbye' again."
"Oh, papa, can't she stay till Christmas?" cried a chorus of voices.
"No, no, children. We must do as Aunt Rachel says, and she wants Edith
back in a fortnight at the outside."
Both father and mother, though they would not repeat Miss Harley's
words, could not help telling their daughter how pleased they were with
her.
"You have been a real help to your father, Edith," said Mrs. Harley.
"Now you have done so well with Aunt Rachel, we may feel that you are
provided for, and I am sure you will be glad to think that your little
brothers and sisters will have many things they must have gone without
if you had had to be considered too."
[Sidenote: A Trying Time]
Edith felt rewarded then for all it had cost her to please her aunt and
work quietly on at Silchester, and she went back to Ivy House with all
her good resolutions strengthened, and her love for the dear ones at
home stronger than ever.
For a while things went on without much change. The wild, country girl
was fast growing into a graceful accomplished young woman, when two
events happened which caused her a great deal of thought and anxiety.
First, Aunt Rachel, who had all her life enjoyed excellent health, fell
rather seriously ill. She had a sharp attack of bronchitis, and instead
of terminating in two or three weeks, as she confidently expected, the
disease lingered about her, and at last settled into a chronic form, and
made her quite an invalid.
Both Edith and Stimson had a hard time while Miss Harley was at the
worst. Unaccustomed to illness, she proved a very difficult patient, and
kept niece and maid continually running up and downstairs, and
ministering to her real and fancied wants.
The warm, shut-up room where she now spent so many hours tried Edith
greatly, and she longed inexpressibly sometimes for the free air of her
dear Winchcomb fields, and the open doors and windows of the old house
at home. Life at Silchester had always been trying to her; it became
much more so when she had to devote herself constantly to an exacting
invalid, who never seemed to think that young minds and eyes and hands
needed rest and recreation--something over and above continued work and
study.
Even when she was almost too ill to listen, Aunt Rachel insisted on the
hours of daily reading; she made Edith get through long tasks of
household needlework, and, to use her own expression, "kept her niece to
her duties" quite as rigidly in sickness as in health.
Then, when it seemed to Edith that she really must give up, and
petition for at least a few weeks at home, came a letter from her
father, containing some very surprising news. A distant relative had
died, and quite unexpectedly had left Dr. Harley a considerable legacy.
"I am very glad to tell you," wrote her father, "that I shall now be
relieved from all the pecuniary anxieties that have pressed upon me so
heavily for the last few years. Your mother and I would now be very glad
to have you home again, unless you feel that you are better and happier
where you are. We owe your Aunt Rachel very many thanks for all her
kindness, but we think she will agree that, now the chief reason for
your absence from home is removed, your right place is with your
brothers and sisters."
To go home! How delightful it would be! That was Edith's first thought;
but others quickly followed. What would Aunt Rachel say? Would she
really be sorry to lose her niece, or would she perhaps feel relieved of
a troublesome charge, and glad to be left alone with her faithful
Stimson, as she had been before?
"I must speak to my aunt about it at once," thought Edith. "And no doubt
papa will write to her too."
But when she went into the garden, where her aunt was venturing to court
the sunshine, she found her actually in tears.
"Your father has written me a most unfeeling letter," said the poor
lady, sitting on a seat, and before Edith could utter a word. "Because
he is better off he wants to take you away. He seems not to think in the
least of my lonely state, or that I may have grown attached to you, but
suggests that you should return home as soon as we can arrange it,
without the least regard for my feelings."
"Papa would never think you cared so much, Aunt Rachel. Would you really
rather I should stay, then?"
"Child, I could never go back to my old solitary life again. I did not
mean to tell you, and perhaps I am not wise to do so now, but I will say
it, Edith--I have grown to love you, my dear, and if you love me, you
will not think of going away and leaving me to illness and solitude.
Your father and mother have all their other children--I have nothing and
no one but you. Promise that you will stay with me?"
[Sidenote: "I have Grown to Love you!"]
"I must think about it, aunt," said Edith, much moved by her aunt's
words. "Oh, do not think me ungrateful, but it will be very hard for me
to decide; and perhaps papa will not let me decide for myself."
But when Edith, in her own room, came to consider all her aunt's claim,
it really seemed that she had no right, at least if her parents would
consent to her remaining, to abandon one who had done so much for her.
It was, indeed, as she had said, a very difficult choice; there was the
old, happy, tempting life at Winchcomb, the pleasant home where she
might now return, and live with the dear brothers and sisters without
feeling herself a burden upon her father's strained resources; and there
was the quiet monotonous daily round at Ivy House, the exacting invalid,
the uncongenial work, the lack of all young companionship, that already
seemed so hard to bear.
And yet, Edith thought, she really ought to stay. Wonderful as it
seemed, Aunt Rachel had grown to love her. How could she say to the
lonely, stricken woman, "I will go, and leave you alone"?
"Well, Edith?" said Miss Harley eagerly, when her niece came in again
after a prolonged absence.
"I will stay, Aunt Rachel, if my father will let me. I feel that I
cannot--ought not--to leave you after all that you have done for me."
So it was settled, after some demur on Dr. Harley's part, and the quiet
humdrum days went on again, and Edith found out how, as the poet says--
"Tasks, in hours of insight willed,
May be in hours of gloom fulfilled."
For Miss Harley, after that involuntary betrayal of her feelings,
relapsed into her own hard, irritable ways, and often made her niece's
life a very uncomfortable one.
Patiently and tenderly Edith nursed her aunt through the lingering
illness that went on from months to years; very rarely she found time
for a brief visit to the home where the little ones were fast growing
taller and wiser, the home which Jessie had now exchanged for one of her
own, and where careful Maude was still her mother's right hand.
Often it seemed to the girl that her lot in life had been rather harshly
determined, and she still found it a struggle to be patient and cheerful
through all.
And yet through this patient waiting there came to Edith the great joy
and blessing of her life.
Mr. Finch, the elderly medical man who had attended Miss Harley
throughout her illness, grew feeble and failing in health himself. He
engaged a partner to help him in his heavy, extensive practice, and this
young man, Edward Hallett by name, had not been many times to Ivy House
before he became keenly alive to the fact that Miss Harley's niece was
not only a pretty, but a good and very charming girl. It was strange how
soon the young doctor's visits began to make a brightness in Edith's
rather dreary days, how soon they both grew to look forward to the two
or three minutes together which they might hope to spend every alternate
morning.
Before very long, Edith, with the full approval of her parents and her
aunt, became Edward Hallett's promised wife.
They would have to wait a long while, for the young doctor was a poor
man, and Dr. Harley could not, even now, afford to give his daughter a
marriage portion.
But, while they waited, Edith's long trial came to a sudden, unexpected
end.
Poor Miss Harley was found one morning, when Stimson, who had been
sleeping more heavily than usual, arose from the bed she occupied in
her mistress's room, lying very calmly and quietly, as though asleep,
with her hands tightly clasped over a folded paper, which she must have
taken, after her maid had left her for the night, from the box which
always stood at her bedside. The sleep proved to be that last long
slumber which knows no waking on earth, and the paper, when the dead
fingers were gently unclasped, was found to contain the poor lady's last
will and testament, dated a year previously, and duly signed and
witnessed.
[Sidenote: Miss Harley's Will]
In it she left the Ivy House and the whole of her, property to her "dear
niece, Edith Harley, who," said the grateful testatrix, "has borne with
me, a lonely and difficult old woman; has lived my narrow life for my
sake, and, as I have reason to believe, at a great sacrifice of her own
inclinations and without a thought of gain, and who richly deserves the
reward herein bequeathed to her."
* * * * *
There could be no happier home found than that of Edith Hallett and her
husband in the Ivy House at Silchester. Nor did they forget how that
happiness came about.
[Illustration: "AS HE KISSED THEIR FIRSTBORN UNDER THE MISTLETOE."]
"We owe all to your patience," said Dr. Hallett to Edith, as he kissed
their firstborn under the mistletoe at the second Christmastide of their
wedded life.
[Sidenote: A story, founded on fact, of true love, of changed lives, and
of loving service.]
The Tasmanian Sisters
BY
E. B. MOORE
The evening shadows were settling down over Mount Wellington in
Tasmania. The distant city was already bathed in the rosy after-glow.
It was near one of the many lakes which abound amongst the mountains
round Hobart that our short tale begins.
It was in the middle of January--midsummer in Tasmania. It had been a
hot day, but the heat was of a dry sort, and therefore bearable, and of
course to those born and bred in that favoured land, it was in no way
trying.
On the verandah of a pretty wooden house of the châlet description,
stood a lady, shading her eyes from the setting sun, a tall, graceful
woman; but as the sun's rays fell on her hair, it revealed silver
threads, and the sweet, rather worn face, with a few lines on the
forehead, was that of a woman of over forty; and yet she was a woman to
whom life's romance had only just come.
She was gazing round her with a lingering, loving glance; the gaze of
one who looks on a loved scene for the last time. On the morrow Eva
Chadleigh, for so she was called, was leaving her childhood's home,
where she had lived all her life, and going to cross the water to the
old--though to her new--country.
Sprinkled all down the mountain sides were fair white villas, or wooden
châlet-like houses, with their terraces and gardens, and most of them
surrounded by trees, of which the eucalyptus was the most common. The
soft breezes played round her, and at her feet the little wavelets of
the lake rippled in a soft cadence. Sounds of happy voices came wafted
out on the evening air, intermingled with music and the tones of a rich
tenor voice.
That voice, or rather the owner of it, had made a havoc in that quiet
home. Till its owner had appeared on the scene, Eva and her sister had
lived quietly together, never dreaming of change. They had been born,
and had lived all their lives in the peaceful châlet, seeing no one,
going nowhere.
[Sidenote: A Belated Traveller]
One night, about a year previously, a belated traveller knocked at the
door, was given admittance, and, in return for the hospitality shown
him, had the audacity to fall in love with Blanche Chadleigh, Eva's twin
sister. Then, indeed, a change came into Eva's life. Hitherto the two
sisters had sufficed to each other; now she had to take a secondary
position.
The intruder proved to be a wealthy settler, a Mr. Wells, a man of good
family, though alone in the world. In due course the two were married,
but Blanche was loath to leave her childhood's home. So it resulted in
their remaining there while his own pretty villa, a little higher up the
mountain, was being built.
And now Eva too had found her fate. A church "synod" had been held;
clergymen of all denominations and from all parts of the earth being
present. The sisters had been asked to accommodate one or two clergymen;
one of these was an old Scotch minister with snowy locks, and keen dark
eyes.
How it came about Eva Chadleigh never knew; she often said he never
formally proposed to her, but somehow, without a word on either side,
it came to be understood that she should marry him.
"Now you're just coming home with me, lassie," said the old man to the
woman of forty-five, who appeared to him as a girl. "I'll make ye as
happy as a queen; see here, child, two is company, and three is
trumpery, as the saying goes. It isn't that your sister loves ye less,"
seeing a pained look cross her face, "but she has her husband, don't ye
see?" And Eva did see. She fell in love, was drawn irresistibly to her
old minister, and it is his voice, with its pleasant Scotch accent, that
is now rousing her from her reverie at the time our tale begins.
"Come away--come away, child. The night dews are falling; they're all
wearying for ye indoors; come now, no more looking around ye, or I'll
never get ye away to-morrow."
"But you promise to bring me back some day, Mr. Cameron, before very
long."
"Ay, ay, we'll come back sure enough, don't fret yourself; but first ye
must see the old country, and learn to know my friends."
Amongst their neighbours at this time was a young man, apparently about
thirty years old; he had travelled to Hobart in the same ship as Mr.
Cameron, for whom he had conceived a warm feeling of friendship. Captain
Wylie had lately come in for some property in Tasmania, and as he was on
furlough and had nothing to keep him at home, he had come out to see his
belongings, and since his arrival at Hobart had been a frequent visitor
at the châlet.
Though a settled melancholy seemed to rest upon him, his history
explained it, for Captain Wylie was married, and yet it was years since
he had seen his wife. They had both met at a ball at Gibraltar many
years ago. She had been governess in an officer's family on the "Rock"
while his regiment had been stationed there. She was nineteen, very
pretty, and alone in the world. They had married after five or six
weeks' acquaintance, and parted by mutual consent after as many months.
She had been self-willed and extravagant, he had nothing but his pay at
that time, and she nearly ruined him.
[Sidenote: Captain Wylie]
It ended in recriminations. He had a violent temper, and she was proud
and sarcastic. They had parted in deep anger and resentment, she to
return to her governessing, for she was too proud to accept anything
from him, he to remove to another regiment and go to India.
At first he had tried to forget all this short interlude of love and
happiness, and flung himself into a gay, wild life: but it would not do.
He had deeply loved her with the first strong, untried love of a young
impetuous man, and her image was always coming before him. An intense
hunger to see her again had swept away every feeling of resentment.
Lately he had heard of her as governess to a family in Gibraltar, and a
great longing had come over him just to see her once more, and to find
out if she still cared for him.
He and Mr. Cameron had travelled out together on a sailing ship, and
during the voyage he had been led to confide in the kindly, simple old
gentleman; but so sacred did the latter consider his confidence that
even to his affianced bride he had never recalled it.
All these thoughts crowded into the young officer's mind as he paced up
and down in the stillness of the night, disinclined to turn in. He was
startled from his reverie by a voice beside him.
"So you have really decided to come with us to-morrow?" It was Mr.
Cameron who spoke. "Ye know, lad, the steamer is not one of the fine new
liners. I doubt she's rather antiquated, and as I told ye yesterday, she
is a sort of ambulance ship, as one may say. She is bringing home a good
many invalided officials and officers left at the hospital here by other
ships. It seems a queer place to spend our honeymoon in, and I offered
my bride to wait for the next steamer, which won't be for another
fortnight or three weeks, and what do you think she said? 'Let us go;
we may be of use to those poor things!' That's the sort she is."
"She looks like that," said Captain Wylie, heartily. "I should like to
go with you," continued the young man. "Since I have decided on the step
I told you of, I cannot remain away a day longer. I saw the mate of the
_Minerva_ yesterday, and secured my cabin. He says they have more
invalids than they know what to do with. I believe there are no nurses,
only one stewardess and some cabin boys to wait on us all."
The night grew chill, and after a little more talk the older gentleman
went in, but the younger one continued pacing up and down near the lake,
till the rosy dawn had begun to light up the summits.
* * * * *
It was in the month of February, a beautiful bright morning; brilliant
sunshine flooded the Rock of Gibraltar, and made the sea of a dazzling
blueness, whilst overhead the sky was unclouded.
A young lady who stood in a little terraced garden in front of a house
perched on the side of the "Rock" was gazing out on the expanse of sea
which lay before her, and seemed for the moment oblivious of two
children who were playing near her, and just then loudly claiming her
attention. She was their governess, and had the charge of them while
their parents were in India.
The house they lived in was the property of Mr. Somerset, who was a
Gibraltarian by birth, and it was the children's home at present. Being
delicate, the climate of Gibraltar was thought better for them than the
mists of England. Major and Mrs. Somerset were shortly expected home for
a time on furlough, and there was great excitement at this prospect.
"Nory, Nory, you don't hear what I am saying! When will mamma come? You
always say 'soon,' but what does 'soon' mean? Nory, you don't hear me,"
and the governess's dress was pulled.
This roused her from her reverie, and like one waking from a dream she
turned round. "What did you say, dear? Oh, yes, about your mother. Well,
I am expecting a letter every mail. I should think she might arrive
almost any time; they were to arrive in Malta last Monday, and now it is
Wednesday. And that reminds me, children, run and get on your things, we
have just time for a walk before your French mistress comes."
[Sidenote: At Gibraltar]
"Oh, do let us go to the market, Nory, it is so long since we went
there. It is so stupid always going up the 'Rock,' and you are always
looking out to sea, and don't hear us when we talk to you. I know you
don't, for when I told you that lovely story about the Brownies, the
other day, you just said 'yes' and 'no' in the wrong places, and I knew
you were not attending," said sharp little Ethel, who was not easily put
off.
"Oh, Nory, see the monkeys," cried the little boy, "they are down near
the sentry box, and one of them is carrying off a piece of bread."
"They are very tame, aren't they, Nory?" asked Ethel. "The soldiers
leave bread out for them on purpose, Maria says."
"Yes, but you know I don't care for them, Ethel. They gave me such a
fright last year they came down to pay a visit, and I discovered one in
the bathroom. But run to Maria, and ask her to get you ready quickly,
and I will take you to the market."
In great glee the happy little children quickly donned their things, and
were soon walking beside their governess towards the gay scene of
bargaining and traffic.
Here Moors are sitting cross-legged, with their piles of bright yellow
and red slippers turned up at the toe, and calling out in loud harsh
voices, "babouchas, babouchas," while the wealthier of them, dressed in
their rich Oriental dress, are selling brass trays and ornaments.
The scene is full of gaiety and life, and it is with difficulty that the
young governess drags the children away. But now fresh delights begin:
they are in the narrow streets where all the Moorish shops with their
tempting array of goods attract the childish eye--sweets of all sorts,
cocoanut, egg sweets, almond sweets, pine-nut sweets, and the lovely
pink and golden "Turkish delight," dear to every child's heart.