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A LIST OF THE ELSIE BOOKS AND OTHER POPULAR BOOKS

BY

MARTHA FINLEY


    _ELSIE DINSMORE._
      _ELSIE’S HOLIDAYS AT ROSELANDS._
        _ELSIE’S GIRLHOOD._
          _ELSIE’S WOMANHOOD._
            _ELSIE’S MOTHERHOOD._
              _ELSIE’S CHILDREN._
    _ELSIE’S WIDOWHOOD._
      _GRANDMOTHER ELSIE._
        _ELSIE’S NEW RELATIONS._
          _ELSIE AT NANTUCKET._
            _THE TWO ELSIES._
              _ELSIE’S KITH AND KIN._
    _ELSIE’S FRIENDS AT WOODBURN._
      _CHRISTMAS WITH GRANDMA ELSIE._
        _ELSIE AND THE RAYMONDS._
          _ELSIE YACHTING WITH THE RAYMONDS._
            _ELSIE’S VACATION._
              _ELSIE AT VIAMEDE._
    _ELSIE AT ION._
      _ELSIE AT THE WORLD’S FAIR._
        _ELSIE’S JOURNEY ON INLAND WATERS._
          _ELSIE AT HOME._
            _ELSIE ON THE HUDSON._
              _ELSIE IN THE SOUTH._
                _ELSIE’S YOUNG FOLKS._
                  _ELSIE’S WINTER TRIP._
                    _ELSIE AND HER LOVED ONES._

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    _MILDRED KEITH._
      _MILDRED AT ROSELANDS._
        _MILDRED’S MARRIED LIFE._
          _MILDRED AND ELSIE._
            _MILDRED AT HOME._
              _MILDRED’S BOYS AND GIRLS._
                _MILDRED’S NEW DAUGHTER._

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    _CASELLA._
      _SIGNING THE CONTRACT AND WHAT IT COST._
        _THE TRAGEDY OF WILD RIVER VALLEY._
          _OUR FRED._
            _AN OLD-FASHIONED BOY._
              _WANTED, A PEDIGREE._
                _THE THORN IN THE NEST._




ELSIE AT ION

    BY
    MARTHA FINLEY

    [Illustration]

    NEW YORK

    DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY

    PUBLISHERS




    COPYRIGHT, 1893,

    BY

    DODD, MEAD & COMPANY.

    _All rights reserved._




ELSIE AT ION.




CHAPTER I.


VIOLET and Lulu were still alone upon the veranda where the captain had
left them while he drove into the village on that first evening after
their home-coming from beautiful Viamede. They had now taken possession
of two easy-chairs standing close together, and were enjoying the quiet
and an extended view of the well-kept grounds and the green fields and
wooded hills that lay beyond.

For some moments neither had spoken; then Violet broke the silence.
“Lulu, I have been thinking of that poor Mrs. McAlpine and her daughter
whom you met when your father took you and Max out to the far West.
Tell me something about them if you feel inclined.”

“Yes, Mamma Vi; they were refined, lovable people and I like to think
and talk of them; except that it makes me sad to think what a hard,
trying life they led and are yet leading, I suppose.”

“Yes, my heart bleeds for them; the poor mother especially,” sighed
Violet. “Foully robbed of her husband’s love, what charm has life in
this world left for her?”

“If I were in her place I’d just make up my mind not to care for him or
his love, and be happy in loving my children and being loved by them!”
exclaimed Lulu in indignant tones. “I’d never break my heart for such a
wretch!”

“He is certainly not worth it,” was Violet’s response. “Ah, there is
your father!” as a carriage turned in at the great gates opening upon
the high-road.

It came swiftly up the drive, halted at the front entrance, and the
captain, quickly alighting, handed out a girlish figure clad in a
plain, dark dress and hat.

“Miss McAlpine, my dear, Lulu, it is your old friend Marian.”

“Welcome, my poor dear girl,” said Violet, taking Marian’s hand in a
kindly pressure and giving her a kiss.

“O Marian, Marian, what a delightful surprise!” was Lulu’s greeting as
she threw her arms about her friend and kissed her again and again.

“Just as I meant it should be,” the captain remarked with a pleased
smile.

But Marian seemed speechless with emotion, clinging to Lulu and
sobbing as if her heart would break.

“O you poor dear!” Lulu said, gently patting and stroking her, “don’t
cry so bitterly; we will do all we can to make you happy. You must be
very tired with your long journey, but you can rest now in this sweet
home of ours.”

“Yes, take her up to the spare room nearest your own, Lulu,” said the
captain, “and see that she has everything she needs.”

“And we will have her tea sent up to her,” added Violet.

“She took that in the village, my dear,” said the captain, “and as she
is very weary had better get to bed as soon as she can. I see that her
trunk has already been carried up.”

“O sir, how kind, how kind you are to me!” Marian exclaimed sobbingly,
putting her hand into his and lifting grateful eyes to his face.

“Ah, my poor child, it would be a great delight to me could I but
relieve all your sorrows,” he returned in moved tones. “That is beyond
my power; but cast all your burdens on the Lord and he will sustain
you, fulfilling to you his gracious promise, ‘As thy days, so shall
thy strength be.’ You need rest; do not lie awake grieving, but try to
obey the scriptural injunction, ‘casting all your care upon him, for he
careth for you.’”

“O sir, I believe it!” Marian responded in deeply grateful tones;
“for otherwise he would never have raised up such a friend as you are
proving yourself to be. How shall I ever thank one who shows himself
far kinder than my own father?”

“Yes, my dear girl, my good husband feels for you very much as he does
for his own children when they are in trouble,” Violet said feelingly,
as Marian turned to say good-night to her. “Lulu, dear,” she added,
“try to make sure that your guest has everything that can add to her
comfort.”

“I will, Mamma Vi,” Lulu answered in pleasant tones.

“And stay with Marian only long enough to see to that,” added the
captain; “for her journey has fatigued her greatly and she needs rest
more than anything else.”

“Yes, sir; we can wait till to-morrow for our talk,” Lulu replied,
looking smilingly up into his face; “and I’ll come directly to you so
that you will know I have obeyed the order.”

“That is right; you will find me here,” he returned.

“Oh, what a lovely home you have, Lulu!” exclaimed Marian, glancing
about her as they went up the stairway.

“Yes, indeed, I think we have; and I love it dearly; but not a
thousandth part as much as I do the dear father who made it for us and
makes us so happy in it. This is the room he bade me bring you to,
Marian,” opening a door and leading the way into a large, airy, and
beautifully furnished bedroom.

“Oh, how lovely, how lovely!” exclaimed Marian. “Ah, it is much too
grand for me—a poor girl who has not a dollar in the world.”

“Not a bit,” said Lulu in reply; “those who have nothing need help all
the more; besides, papa does not value people for their wealth and has
never taught his children to. Ah, there is your trunk! I see the men
have unstrapped it. Now if you are too tired to get out the things you
want for to-night, and will give me the key, I will do so for you while
you sit here in this easy-chair and direct me.”

“Oh, thank you! but I feel able to wait on myself.”

“Well, you shall do exactly as you please,” returned Lulu with a smile.
“I see the servants have filled your pitchers, and if you should want
anything that is not here, you have only to touch this knob which rings
an electric bell in the kitchen—giving it one push for cold, or two for
hot water, or three for the chambermaid to come to you.”

“How very nice and convenient!” exclaimed Marian.

Lulu then explained about the light, saying she was welcome to put it
out or leave it burning just as she preferred, and bidding her a kind
good-night left the room. Hurrying down to the veranda, she found her
father and Violet still there sitting side by side, conversing together
in rather subdued tones.

“Here I am, papa,” Lulu said, approaching them.

“That is right,” he responded and drew her to a seat upon his knee.
“You saw that your guest had every want supplied?” he asked, caressing
her hair and cheek with his hand as he spoke.

“Yes, sir. O papa, tell me all about it, please.”

“All about what?” he asked with a smile, holding her close and pressing
a kiss upon her lips.

“About Marian, sir. Did you know she was coming? and was it just to get
her you drove into the village?”

“One question at a time, my child,” he returned with an amused look.
“Yes, I knew she was coming. I had found a letter from her on my
library table telling me so, and reminding me of the invitation you
heard me give her just before leaving Minersville, to apply to me for
help should the time ever come when she would need a friend able and
willing to aid her.”

“Oh, yes, papa, I remember it, and I don’t think anybody could find a
better friend than my dear father when in need of one.”

“Well, I found the letter, read it to your Mamma Vi, then drove into
the village for Marian, leaving for you the pleasure of being taken by
surprise on seeing her return with me.”

“And a very pleasant surprise it was, papa. Is she going to stay? and
oh, what has become of her poor mother and the boys? I suppose she told
you all about them as you drove back from the village?”

“More than two questions at once this time,” laughed her father. “I
will try to answer them in turn. She is likely to stay with us for
the present at least. Her mother and all the younger children, except
Sandy, are dead; the little ones dying of diphtheria, the mother of
grief and the fatigue from nursing them through their illness. Sandy
is working his way with a farmer for the present; the father attempted
to force Marian into a match with a Mormon thirty or forty years older
than herself, and she, by running away, barely escaped a fate that she
esteemed far worse than death.”

“Oh, poor thing!” cried Lulu. “How glad I am that I have a father who
would never force me to leave him for anybody else,” clinging still
closer to him as she spoke.

“Never, no, never, my own precious child!” he returned with emotion.
“But you are still far too young even to be thinking of such a thing.”

“Yes, I know that, papa, and I’m glad of it. I like to be a little girl
that nobody wants to get away from her father.”

“Then we are both satisfied.”

“Papa, is Marian going to live here with us?” she asked.

“Nothing is decided yet,” he replied, “but it will depend upon
circumstances. Would you wish it, daughter?”

She hesitated a little, then said: “If you and Mamma Vi want her here,
papa, I would not like to stand in the way of her having such a sweet
home, but—it’s so delightful to have our dear home to ourselves; just
you and Mamma Vi and us children.”

“So your mamma and I think,” he returned with a gratified look; “and
very possibly Marian herself would prefer some other plan, for I
perceive she is of a very independent disposition. I have learned that
it is her desire and purpose to earn her own living, and I think the
kindest thing I can do will be to help her fit herself for whatever
work she may think best suited to her talents and inclination.”

“O papa, take her for one of your pupils, won’t you?” cried Lulu in her
most eager, coaxing tones.

“If she wishes it, and can be located in the near neighborhood,” he
said.

“Oh, I have a thought!” exclaimed Lulu. “Why can’t she live with Mrs.
Allen and Susie at the cottage?”

“Ah, that strikes me as a very good suggestion,” the captain replied.
“What do you think of it, Violet, my dear?”

“I highly approve,” returned Violet, “unless it may crowd them too
much.”

“Ah, in that case I can easily add another room, or two of them if
deemed desirable,” he said. “They might stand a little crowding for
a time, till they satisfy themselves as to their congeniality of
disposition—for even good people sometimes find that they are more
comfortable apart than thrown constantly together; and that having been
satisfactorily proved, I would make the addition. But we need decide
nothing in regard to these matters to-night. There is the bell for
prayers, after which Lulu must go to her nest, and you and I, my dear,
will, I think, be ready for ours.”

When the short service was over, Lulu bade Violet good-night; then
turning to her father, asked, “Must I say it to you too now, papa?”

“No, daughter,” he replied. “I will step in your room for a moment when
you are about ready for bed. I suppose it would hardly do to omit it
on the first night after our return from our wanderings,” he added,
smoothing her hair caressingly as she stood by his side.

“No, indeed, sir,” she returned with an earnestness that made him
smile; “and please do not think it will do at any time; unless you are
sick or have some company you cannot leave to give me even a minute.
Ah, how thankful I ought to be, and am, that my father is so different
from poor Marian’s!”

“Yes, indeed,” said Violet. “Marian, poor girl, is greatly to be
pitied; so let us all be as kind to her as possible.”

“Yes, Mamma Vi; and I think it will be my place to stay with her
to-morrow, though I shall be very sorry to miss spending the afternoon
and evening with the rest of you at Ion.”

“You dear girl, you shall do no such thing,” returned Violet with an
affectionate smile into Lulu’s eyes. “I will speak to mamma through
the telephone to-morrow morning, and I am sure she will give Marian a
cordial invitation to make one of the family party.”

“I do not doubt it, my dear,” said Captain Raymond, “but in her fatigue
and grief Marian would, I think, prefer to spend the day here in rest
and sleep; nor will there be any occasion for Lulu to deny herself
the pleasure of going with the rest of us to Ion, or us the pleasure
of having her along,” again laying a caressing hand upon her head and
smiling down affectionately into the bright dark eyes lifted lovingly
to his. “Now go, daughter, to your room. I want you to have a good
night’s rest that you may enjoy the pleasures of to-morrow to the
full.”




CHAPTER II.


“AH, how I wish poor dear Marian was blessed with such a father as
mine,” Lula said to herself as she moved noiselessly about her room
getting ready for bed. “But I doubt if there is another quite so dear
and good—though Mamma Vi says hers was, and Grandma Elsie seems to
think hers could not possibly be excelled! The idea! I’m as glad as can
be that I wasn’t born his child, though the older he grows the better
and kinder he seems to be. And that’s the way it ought to be with all
of us; papa says so, and I know it’s according to Bible teachings.
‘Grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus
Christ,’ it says. Ah me! there’s nobody needs to do that more than you
yourself, you bad-tempered, wilful Lulu Raymond. I am glad you have a
father who understands the business of training you up in the way you
should go, as well as mine does,” and presently, when he came in, she
turned to him with a remark to that effect.

“If I have succeeded in training my children at all in the right way,
it is only by the wisdom given me of God in answer to earnest prayer
for it,” he replied with grave earnestness. “Now good-night, my dear
little daughter,” again laying a hand tenderly upon her head. “‘The
Lord bless thee and keep thee; the Lord make his face to shine upon
thee, and be gracious unto thee; the Lord lift up his countenance upon
thee, and give thee peace.’”

“Dear papa, thank you,” she said, lifting dewy eyes to his; “it is such
a beautiful, beautiful blessing!”

“It is indeed! the blessing which the Lord directed Moses to give to
Aaron and his sons to use in blessing the children of Israel; adding
‘and they shall put my name upon the children of Israel, and I will
bless them.’ Now again good-night, daughter. Get to bed and to sleep as
quickly as you can.”

Lulu obeyed, and her head had scarcely more than touched the pillow
before her senses were lost in sound sleep, from which she did not
awake till just as the sun appeared above the tree-tops.

“Oh, what a lovely morning! everything looking so beautiful within and
without!” she exclaimed to herself, glancing around the handsomely
furnished room, then out at the beautiful grounds. “Ah, I want a
morning stroll with my dear father!” and with the words she sprang
from the bed and began a hasty but neat toilet; but first she laid her
Bible open on the dressing-table that she might commit a verse or more
to memory as she worked.

Then a few moments were spent on her knees giving thanks for God’s
protecting care over her and hers during the silent watches of the
night, the many, many blessings of her lot in life, and the hope of
eternal life through the righteousness and atoning blood of Christ,
confessing her sins, asking forgiveness for Jesus’ sake, and help to
love him more and serve him better.

Grace still slept soundly, as Lulu discovered on peeping in at the
open door communicating with her own room. Polly woke and called for
a cracker, according to her custom. Lulu gave her one, told her to be
silent and not disturb tired sleepers, then passed quietly out to the
hall and to Marian’s door, where she stood listening till satisfied
that no movement was going on within that room; then seeing her father
passing out of his dressing-room into the hall, she ran to him, was
welcomed with a smile and a kiss, slipped her hand into his, and they
went down the stairs together.

“Have you had anything to eat?” he asked, adding, “It will be more than
an hour yet before we are called to breakfast, and that will make too
long a fast from the time you must have left your bed.”

“No, sir, I haven’t,” she replied. “Shall I call for a glass of milk
for you and one for myself?”

“Suppose instead we take a basket and go out to the strawberry bed. How
would you like that?” he asked.

“Oh, ever so much, papa!” she exclaimed delightedly. “And might we not
gather some for breakfast too? Mamma Vi and the rest will enjoy them as
well as you and I.”

“I entirely approve of the suggestion,” he returned, and they set off
together for the strawberry patch.

It was a large one supplied with an abundance of the finest varieties,
the vines now loaded with delicious fruit just in prime condition for
eating.

“Oh, how beautiful they are!” cried Lulu. “So many too, and so nicely
arranged and trained that they don’t get any sand at all on them; and
so large that it won’t take long to fill our basket, papa.”

“No, not many minutes. Gather and eat all you wish and we will fill the
basket afterward.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said, and hastened to avail herself of the
permission. For some minutes she was too busy to talk, but at length,
when the filling of the basket began, she broke the silence with a
question: “Papa, did Marian tell you how she escaped from Minersville?”

“Yes,” he replied; “and now you want me to tell you, I suppose?”

“Oh, yes, sir, if you will.”

“I will tell you something about it, but let you get the particulars
from Marian herself. My agent, Mr. Short, was a good friend to the poor
girl, supplied her with funds and whatever else she needed; took her
by night to a station some miles distant on the railroad, bought her a
ticket, had her trunk checked, put her on board an eastern train and
watched it out of sight.”

“And she travelled all the rest of the way alone, papa?”

“Yes; as far as Union, where I met her with my carriage.”

“I think she was very brave, papa; but anything was better than the
fate she would have had if she had stayed where that wicked, cruel
father of hers could have done what he pleased with her. Oh, how glad
and thankful I am that God gave me such a good, kind father!”

“And I that you are mine,” he returned with a loving look into her
beaming eyes. “It speaks ill indeed for Mormonism that it can so
harden the heart against those who should be regarded with the
tenderest affection. There! we have filled our basket and now we will
go back to the house.”

The breakfast-bell rang just as they stepped into the veranda. Violet
was there with the three younger children; morning greetings were
exchanged, then all repaired to the breakfast-room.

“I think our weary young guest is still sleeping,” Violet said. “I
knocked softly at her door and listened for several minutes, but could
hear no sound; so thought it best to let her sleep on and give her her
breakfast when she wakes of herself.”

“Quite right, my dear,” returned the captain as he lifted baby Ned to
his high chair, then seated himself.

He asked a blessing upon their food and the meal began. They were
the usual cheerful little family party, chatting pleasantly among
themselves while they ate.

As they rose from the table Violet said: “I think I will go to the
telephone and have a little chat with mamma while the servants are
eating.”

“And may I go with you?” the captain asked with a smile.

“I shall be happy to have you, sir,” she returned with a laughing look
up into his face. “The children are welcome to come, too, if they wish.”

At Ion the family were about leaving the breakfast-table when the
telephone bell rang. It was answered by Edward. “Hello! who is there?
and what’s wanted?”

“It is I. I wish to speak to mamma,” was the reply in Violet’s own
sweet tones. “No objections to others hearing, though.”

“Dear me, I hope she isn’t going to say they can’t come to-day!”
exclaimed Rosie, while Edward stepped aside and their mother took the
place he vacated.

“What is it, Vi?” she asked, and all listened intently for the reply.

“We have a guest, Marian McAlpine—that Minersville young girl you have
all heard my husband, Max and Lu speak of.”

“Ah! then bring her with you to-day, if she will come.”

“Thank you, mamma; we will if she is able and willing to accompany us;
she was greatly fatigued by her journey and seems to be still sleeping.”

“McAlpine?” exclaimed Mr. Lilburn, standing near. “You and I have
some distant relatives of that name, Cousin Elsie. Please ask for the
father’s first name.”

“I have heard the captain say his wife called him Willie,” Elsie
answered.

“Ah, indeed!” exclaimed Mr. Lilburn, in a tone of some excitement. “I
must see the lassie. Please say to Cousin Vi that I will be over there
an hour hence. And will you not accompany me, cousin?”

“With pleasure,” she replied, and turning to her father, “Shall we not
make up a party, papa?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. “It is a lovely morning for a drive and we may as well
do so, all going who have time and inclination.”

“I wonder if our young guest is awake yet,” Violet said to her husband
as they turned away from the telephone. “Shall I send a servant up to
see?”

“No, my dear, I think I wouldn’t,” the captain replied. “I told her
last night to lie and sleep as late this morning as she would, ring for
her breakfast when she was ready to eat it, and it should be carried up
to her. Ah! there is her bell now. I will direct that it be taken up at
once, and then we will have family worship.”

On coming down nearly an hour later Marian found the family gathered
upon the front veranda. The captain rose on her appearance and
gallantly handed her to a seat, remarking that she was looking much
better and brighter than on her arrival the previous evening.

“Yes, sir,” she said, “and I feel far better. I was very weary with my
long journey (what a very big country America is!), but I slept well
and am almost rested now.”

Just then a carriage was seen to turn in at the gates opening upon the
high-road. Ned greeted its approach with a shout of delight.

“Gan’ma tumin’! gan’ma tumin’. Oh, I so blad, I so blad!”

“Yes, Neddie boy, we are always glad to see dear grandma,” said his
father. “Grandpa Dinsmore too, Cousin Ronald, Rosie and Walter. They
are all there, I see.”

The next minute the carriage had drawn up at the foot of the steps
and the captain was assisting his guests to alight and bidding them
heartily welcome.

Cousin Ronald, waiting only to greet Violet, turned to the young
stranger guest, and grasping her hand said with emotion: “I need ask no
questions, for that bonny, winsome face tells plainer than any words
that you are my Cousin Janet’s bairn.”

Marian gazed at him for a moment in dumb astonishment; then a glad
surprise lighted up her face.

“A kinsman of my dear mother?” she exclaimed.

“Yes, my bonny lass. Did you never hear her speak of her Cousin Ronald
Lilburn?”

“Oh, I have, sir, I have! and you are he?”

“That I am, lassie; and old enough to be your grandsire; so dinna think
it too great a liberty I take,” kissing her on cheek and lip. “And my
cousin Elsie here, and her children, may claim kindred with you also,
lassie,” putting the hand he held into that of Mrs. Travilla.

“Yes, we must be permitted to claim you as our own, dear girl,” Grandma
Elsie said in tender tones and with an affectionate caress. Then
turning to her children, “Rosie and Walter,” she said, “this is your
cousin, too.”

“Then mine also, mamma,” exclaimed Violet.

“Ah, Marian, I am glad to know there is such a tie between us!” taking
the young girl’s hand in hers and holding it for a moment in a kindly
pressure.

“I also, for if related to my wife you are to me too,” the captain
said, laying a hand affectionately upon the young girl’s shoulder.

Then the younger ones greeted her warmly in turn. Mr. Dinsmore shook
hands with her in a kind, grandfatherly way, saying that she must no
longer feel herself a stranger in a strange land, but that the God of
her fathers had guided her to an abiding-place among her own kith and
kin.

Marian seemed well-nigh overwhelmed with joy and gratitude by the
sudden glad change in her condition, laughing and crying hysterically
in turn; but under the kind ministrations of her newly found relatives
soon recovered her composure and was able to answer coherently the many
questions Cousin Ronald had to ask concerning her parents and brothers.

His manner increased in gentleness and tenderness as he learned of her
many and recent bereavements and the cruel treatment received at the
hands of her unnatural father.

Mr. Lilburn’s brow darkened as he listened. “Ah, to think o’ my ain
bonny cousin throwing hersel’ awa upon sic a beast o’ a mon!” he
muttered between his set teeth; then aloud to Marian, “Dinna fash
yersel’, lassie; the Lord has blessed your Cousin Ronald wi’ abundance
o’ this worl’s gude; sons too, and one married daughter, but no single
one now the two that were once the pride and joy o’ his heart having
been long since called to the Father’s house on high, and if it so
pleases you he will be glad to take you in the place of one of them.”

“How very kind you are, sir!” she exclaimed with starting tears. “I
cannot consent to be a burden to any one, but will gladly take help
to fit myself for some useful employment by which I can earn my daily
bread.”

“And that you shall have, my dear lass,” he said emphatically.

“But we need not settle anything to-day,” their Cousin Elsie remarked,
then told Marian of the family gathering to be held at Ion that
afternoon, adding a warm invitation to her to make one of the company.

Marian accepted with thanks; then, coloring and hesitating, said she
feared she had nothing to wear which would be suitable for such an
occasion.

“My dear girl, do not allow yourself to be troubled with any such
fears,” Elsie replied in gentle, reassuring accents. “It is only a
family gathering, and the dress you are now wearing will be quite
suitable.”

“Surely, surely, lassie, it strikes me as far from unbecoming,” Cousin
Ronald said, regarding her and her apparel with critical eyes, “and if
any in the company think ill o’e dress, let him or her forget it in
gazing upon the bonny face above it.”

“I think you need not feel ashamed of it or fear unfavorable criticism,
my dear girl,” added Violet.

“No, dress is but a secondary matter in the connection, so far as I
know,” said the captain, and Rosie and Lulu added their assurance to
the same effect.

“Then I shall go with pleasure and try not to think of the dress at
all,” returned Marian with a look of relief.

Walter, ever ready for a story, had been eagerly watching his
opportunity and now earnestly requested of Marian a detailed account of
her escape from Minersville. She complied and gave the facts in a way
that all her hearers found exceedingly interesting.

At the conclusion of her narrative the Ion callers departed, and after
dinner the whole Woodburn family, including their guest, followed.

Marian’s eyes were bright with happiness in the discovery that the
captain and Lulu, both of whom she had learned to dearly love in the
by-gone days of her acquaintance with them in the far West, were in
some sort connected with her and disposed to treat her as a near and
valued relative; also that through them she had come upon others
actually of her mother’s kith and kin and disposed to take her in
among them and treat her as one of themselves. Ah, what a sudden and
delightful change from the lonely and forlorn condition which had been
hers but the day before!

She greatly enjoyed the short drive to Ion, the warm welcome received
there by herself as well as the others, the pleasant, kindly greetings
of the different members of the various family connections, all of
whom, though many of them were not actually even distantly related to
her, met her with the greatest cordiality and seemed deeply interested
in the story of her past and her prospects for the future.

It was a great pleasure to make acquaintance with the young girls from
the Oaks, with Lora Howard also and Evelyn Leland, with all of whom
she spent the greater part of the afternoon in pleasant chat, while
wandering about the beautiful grounds and boating on the lovely lakelet.

While the young people strolled over the grounds the older ones sat
conversing together in the veranda. Much of the talk was of Marian and
what could be done to help her to a happy and useful life. It soon
became apparent that any one of them was ready to offer her a home;
Captain Raymond more than willing to take her into the number of his
pupils, and Mr. Lilburn really anxious to bear all the expense of her
clothing and education.

“If she will accept me as her teacher the education need cost but
little,” remarked Captain Raymond.

“And I,” said Mrs. Elsie Travilla, “must claim the privilege of
supplying at least a part of her clothing; for as my dear mother’s
relative she seems very near to me.”

“And what is left for me to do?” asked Mr. Lilburn with a comical look
of chagrin and dismay.

“Why, sir, you might supply pocket-money,” suggested Zoe.

“Or settle a few thousands upon her so that she need not feel
absolutely penniless,” added Edward.

“Ah ha! ah ha! um hm! that’s no so bad an idea, cousin,” returned the
old gentleman with a humorous look and smile; “and it is to be hoped
our bonny lassie may not be averse to receiving it from ‘a kinsman
near, a clansman true;’ though the kin be not so near as one might
wish.”

“Yet if you adopt her that need make but little difference,” Edward
laughingly returned.

“Quite true, sir, and whether that is done or no will rest wi’ the
sweet lassie hersel’,” said the old gentleman, relapsing into his
Scottish brogue. “She is one any man might be proud to call his
daughter.”

“So we all think,” said Elsie Leland, “and Lester and I would be glad
to give her a home at Fairview. She would make a desirable companion
for Evelyn, we think.”

“She would do quite as well for Ella at the Roselands; wouldn’t she,
Cal?” said Dr. Arthur Conly with a humorous look at his elder brother.

“Not a doubt of it; for ourselves too, for that matter,” laughed
Calhoun.

“Or for us at the Oaks,” remarked the younger Mr. Horace Dinsmore; and
his sister Mrs. Lacey added, “Or for us at the Laurels.”

“Evidently she is in no danger of finding herself homeless,” remarked
the father of the last two with a smile.

“No, indeed! not while her older Cousin Elsie has one or more to offer
her,” added the sweet voice of his eldest daughter. “I propose that
some of us take her into the city to-morrow morning and buy for her
whatever may be needed to supply her with a wardrobe equal to that of
any one of our own girls.”

“A very good thought, cousin,” said Mr. Lilburn, “and with your leave
I shall make one of that party. And might it not be well to take the
lass herself with us and consult her own taste to supplement the good
judgment of yourself and any of the other ladies who may care to
accompany us?”

“And give her the pleasure of seeing the city too,” said Zoe, “if she
is sufficiently rested from her long and wearisome journey to enjoy
it.”

After a little more talk it was fully decided that the trip to the city
and the shopping should be undertaken on the morrow, and Marian invited
to accompany them or not, as might suit her inclination.




CHAPTER III.


THE tea-hour drew near and the young folks came trooping in and joined
their elders on the veranda. All had presently found seats and were
chatting gayly with their elders or among themselves. Marian alone,
occupying a chair close by Mr. Lilburn’s side, was a silent though
interested listener, until Captain Raymond, turning to her, asked in
his pleasant tones how she liked Ion.

“O sir!” she exclaimed with enthusiasm, “it is lovely! lovely! but not
any more beautiful than Woodburn.”

“Ah! I am glad you like Woodburn also, because I want it to be one of
your homes, and its school-room one of the places where you may get
such an education as I know you want. Do you think you could content
yourself with me for a tutor?”

“O sir! how kind you are to me!” she exclaimed with tears of joy in her
eyes. “If you will accept me as a pupil I shall strive most earnestly
to do credit to your teaching. But ah! I fear you will find me but a
dull scholar, and teaching me much too heavy a tax upon your time and
patience.”

“Never fear,” he returned pleasantly. “I incline to the opinion that I
shall enjoy having one or more pupils. I think it will add interest to
my work and take scarcely more of my time.”

While this little conversation was being carried on, Cousin Ronald had
caught a very wishful, entreating look from Walter, to which he had
nodded a smiling assent, and now the loud warble of a bird, seemingly
right in their midst, caught every eye and ear and all eyes turned
toward the spot from which the sound seemed to come.

“Why, where is the birdie? I don’t see it,” exclaimed little Elsie as
the sounds suddenly ceased.

“I ’spect it flewed away,” cried little Ned, sending quick glances from
side to side and overhead.

Walter’s face was full of suppressed delight, but he dodged suddenly,
putting up his hand to drive away a bee that seemed to be circling
about his head, buzzing now at one ear, now at the other; then
recalling the probable cause, he laughed aloud, others of the company
joining in with him.

Marian, too, had heard the buzzing and was looking up and around for a
bee, when a “Peep, peep, peep!” close at hand made her look down and
around upon the floor at her feet.

Her countenance expressed surprise and bewilderment that no chick was
in sight.

“Peep, peep, peep!” came again, seemingly from her pocket or among
the folds of her dress-skirt. She rose hastily to her feet, shook her
skirts, then thrust her hand into her pocket.

“Why, where is it?” she asked, looking somewhat alarmed.

“Why, it seems to have come to me!” Grace Raymond exclaimed as the
“Peep, peep, peep!” was heard again apparently from among her skirts,
and she too sprang to her feet and shook herself with a downward glance
at them and a little nervous laugh. She was near her father, and he
drew her to his knee, saying softly, “Don’t be alarmed, darling, for
you know there is really nothing there.”

“Walter, can’t you hunt up that chick?” asked Edward, looking gravely
at his little brother. “Think how bad it would be for the poor little
thing if somebody should accidentally tramp upon it.”

“Why, I shan’t need to hunt it!” exclaimed Walter. As the “Peep, peep,
peep!” seemed to come from his pocket, he thrust his hand into it and
sprang to his feet as he spoke; but at that instant a loud and furious
barking just around the corner of the veranda attracted every one’s
attention.

“Down, sir, down!” cried a rough voice. “I’m neither thief nor tramp.”

Another furious bark, then a low growl came in response, and baby Ned
ran to his father with a frightened cry, “O papa, I’s ’fraid doggie
bite!”

“No, no, Neddie boy, papa won’t let him harm his baby,” the captain
said, taking the little trembler in his arms, while Grace still kept
close at his side.

The barking suddenly ceased, nor was the rough voice heard again,
and Walter, running to the corner whence the sounds had proceeded,
announced with a merry laugh that neither man nor dog was in sight.

“The chicken and the bee seem to have gone too,” he added as he came
running back, “and there’s the tea-bell.”

With that all rose and repaired to the dining-room. There Marian was
seated beside Lulu, the captain next, Grace on his other side, and
Violet and her two little ones opposite them.

A blessing was asked and the plates were filled; then a lull in the
conversation was broken by a rough voice saying in a sarcastic tone,
“Now ef you folks was as perlite and hospitable as we are out West,
you’d invite this stranger to take a seat among ye and have a cup o’
coffee and something to eat.”

Almost every one looked startled and all eyes turned in the direction
of the sounds, which seemed to come from behind Edward’s chair.

“An invisible speaker, as might have been expected,” laughed Violet.

“Show yourself, sir, take a seat at the table, and you shall be helped
to all you wish of anything and everything upon it,” said Edward,
glancing about as if in search of the unexpected intruder.

“Show myself? Humph! keen-eyed you must be if you can’t see a man o’ my
size,” returned the voice.

“Perhaps so, sir,” replied Edward, turning a knowing and amused look
upon Cousin Ronald, “and I think I do see you very well. But have you
been neglected? Your plate and cup look to me to be well filled.”

“My plate and cup, sir?” exclaimed the voice in tones of indignant
surprise. “Pray where are they?”

“Directly in front of Mr. Lilburn—or Cousin Ronald, as we, his
relatives, are accustomed to call him.”

“Why, laddie, I had thought you a hospitable host! and now would you
rob me o’ my supper which you have just bestowed upon me, and give
it to an unknown beggar-man?” exclaimed Mr. Lilburn in well-feigned
astonishment and indignation.

“It does look very inhospitable, Ned; something to make me blush for my
grandson,” remarked Mr. Dinsmore, with a slight smile.

“Well, well,” cried the rough voice, “it shall never be said of me that
I set a family together by the ears. So I’ll leave. Good-by.”

A shuffling sound followed as of some one moving across the room in the
direction of a door opening upon the veranda, then all was quiet. Every
head turned in the direction of the sound, and as they ceased there
was a general laugh; but the expression of Marian’s countenance was
perplexed and slightly alarmed.

“Who—what was it?” she asked with a slight tremble in her voice.

“Nothing alarming, my dear,” replied Grandma Elsie in her sweet gentle
tones; “we have a ventriloquist with us, that is all; and he not
infrequently kindly amuses us with an exhibition of his skill.”

“Ah! and it is Cousin Ronald?” Marian returned inquiringly and with a
half-smiling glance into Mr. Lilburn’s genial face.

Returning her smile, “Ah, little cousin, you seem to be as good at
guessing as if you were a born Yankee,” he said pleasantly.

“But it can hardly be that you are the only one,” she said, as with
sudden recollection. “Captain Raymond,” turning to him, “I think I
understand now about some puzzling things that occurred while you were
at our house year before last. You too are a ventriloquist, are you
not?”

“No, my dear girl, by no means,” he replied.

“Then I have not, as I believed, found a solution of the mystery,” she
remarked reflectively; “but I think some one else who was there must
have been a ventriloquist; for I know not how else to account for some
things that occurred at Minersville when you were there: the beggar-boy
and dog heard by four of us, but not seen; the voice speaking from the
tree and the porch roof, that made Mr. Riggs so angry, and all that
occurred on the evening of the Fourth, as you Americans call it.”

“And that was doubtless the work of a ventriloquist,” acknowledged the
captain in a pleasant tone, “but I cannot claim any talent in that
line.”

“Then who could it have been?” she said with a puzzled look. “Ah!
perhaps the English gentleman or his son. I remember they were often
there conversing with you and Master Max.”

Captain Raymond did not think it necessary to reply to that remark,
and other subjects of conversation were presently introduced. At the
conclusion of the meal all repaired to the veranda or the grounds, and
Cousin Ronald drew Marian aside for a little private chat.

“Tell me about your brother, lass,” he said. “Is he happy? suited with
his employment, think you?”

Marian hesitated for an instant, and then said frankly: “Poor Sandy
longs for a good education, sir, but is willing to work hard and long
for the means to pay his way in school and college.”

“He is a good, industrious lad?”

“Never a better one, sir; he did all in his power to make himself
useful and helpful to our dear mother and to me. He is as industrious
and painstaking a lad as ever was seen. I am proud indeed of my
brother—the only one of my mother’s children, besides myself, that is
left.”

“Ah, he should have, must have help,” said Cousin Ronald, leaning
meditatively on his gold-headed cane. “Marian, lass,” turning
inquiringly to her, “he wouldna refuse it frae his own auld kinsman?”

“O Cousin Ronald, could you—have you it in your kind heart to help him
to it? Bless you for it, sir! It would be the making of the dear lad.
And should it please the Lord to spare his life I am very sure you may
trust him to repay every cent of your outlay for him!” Marian cried
with starting tears, and clasping her hands in an ecstasy of joy.

“Indeed could I and will I, lass,” said the old gentleman, taking
note-book and pencil from his pocket. “Give me his address and I will
write to him to-night.”

He wrote it down at Marian’s dictation, then, restoring book and pencil
to his pocket, “Now tell me of the dear mother, lassie,” he said in
low, feeling tones. “She loved the Lord, served him, and died trusting
in his atoning blood?”

“She did, she did, sir!” sobbed the bereaved girl. “It was an awful
sorrowful life she led from the time that cruel Mormon missionary
deceived and cajoled my father into belief in the wicked doctrines and
practices of that faith—so contrary to the teachings of God’s own holy
word—but she trusted in Jesus and at the last was full of joy that she
was about to leave this world to dwell forever with him in that blessed
land where sin and sorrow never enter. It was a terrible loss to me,
but not for worlds would I bring her back, hard, hard though it be to
live without her dear love and companionship.”

“Yes, dear lass, but life is short, and if you trust in the Lord and
his righteousness, you and she will spend a blessed eternity together
at his right hand. But I will leave for the present,” he added, “for
evidently Cousin Elsie is watching for an opportunity to have a bit of
private chat with you also.”

With that the old gentleman rose and moved away and their lovely lady
hostess took his place by Marian’s side. She talked to the young girl
in the kindliest manner, saying that she must let her be as a mother to
her now while she was so young as to need a mother’s loving care. “And
you must let us, your own relatives, provide all needful things for
you until you are educated and fitted to take care of yourself; which
we will endeavor to do, remembering that all we have is the Lord’s,
intrusted to us to be used in his service, a part of which is helping
others to fit themselves for usefulness.”

“O cousin, how kind, how kind you and all these new-found relatives
are!” exclaimed the young girl with emotion. “I cannot deny that I am
too proud to—to enjoy, as perhaps I ought-being under such obligations;
but I will and do accept it, hoping that my heavenly Father will some
day enable me to repay—not the kindness, that could never be done—but
the moneyed part of the obligation.”

“That is right, dear girl,” Elsie said, pressing tenderly the hand
she had taken into hers, “and to begin with, I want to see that you
are provided with clothing as good and abundant as have the other
young members of our family connection. To-morrow Cousin Ronald and
I, and one or more of my daughters, expect to go to the city and make
purchases for you, and you shall accompany us and let your own taste
and judgment be used in the selection of dresses and other needed
articles, or stay behind and trust to our taste, as you may prefer.
However, you need not decide that question to-night. The captain and
Violet insist that you shall go back to Woodburn with them, and we will
call at an early hour in the morning to hear what your decision is and
take you with us, if you care to go.”

“Dear Cousin Elsie, I don’t know how to thank you!” Marian exclaimed
with emotion; “you, and indeed all these new-found relatives, are so
wonderfully kind to me; one who has not the shadow of a claim upon
them.”

“No, that is a mistake of yours, dear girl,” Elsie returned. “The
Bible bids us—those to whom God has given more or less of this world’s
goods—‘that they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to
distribute, willing to communicate; laying up in store for themselves
a good foundation against the time to come, that they may lay hold on
eternal life.’ But I will not detain you longer, for I would have you
enjoy the company of our dear young folks to the full.”

“I enjoy it greatly, but not more than your own, dear, sweet cousin,”
returned the young girl, gazing into Grandma Elsie’s beautiful eyes
with her own full of grateful, happy tears.

“You have enjoyed yourself to-day?” Grandma Elsie asked in tones of
tender solicitude.

“Oh, very, very much!” was the quick, earnest rejoinder. “I never
before had just such a day in all my life; though my mother used to
tell me of similar ones in hers, for her near kith and kin were richer
and of higher station than my father’s—and were ill-pleased that she
married him,” she ended with a sigh.

“She married for love, I suppose?” Elsie said inquiringly.

“Yes,” sighed Marian, “for love; but, as time proved, far more than
half the love was on her side—unless it may be that love may turn to
that which is little better than hatred.”

“Ah, was it so bad as that?” Elsie asked with a grieved look into the
sad eyes of her young relative. “If so, one cannot blame you if you
have well-nigh ceased to love one so heartless as he has shown himself
to be.”

“Jesus said, ‘By their fruits ye shall know them,’ and such are the
fruits of Mormonism,” returned Marian; “the fruits brought forth in
the lives of those who follow its hellish teachings. Is that too
hard a word, cousin? It teaches lying, polygamy, assassination—their
unscriptural, horrible blood-atonement doctrine—not one of which is to
be found anywhere in God’s own holy word. Oh, I thank the Lord that I
have escaped out of their hands!”

“You well may, and I am very thankful for you, my poor, dear cousin,”
Elsie returned in tones of heartfelt sympathy.

But just then Rosie came and asked if Marian could not be spared to
take part in some games the young people were about to begin.

An hour later the Woodburn carriage was in waiting at the veranda
steps, and the captain and his party entered it and were driven home.

On their arrival there Gracie and the little ones went directly to bed,
and while Violet was engaged in attendance upon them, the captain,
Lulu, and Marian had the veranda to themselves.

“Here, Marian, take this big rocking-chair,” said Lulu, drawing one
forward, “and give me your hat. I’m going to hang mine on the rack in
the hall, and may just as well take yours too; and papa’s,” holding
out her hand for his, which he gave her with an approving smile as he
seated himself upon a settee near the chair she had given Marian.

The next minute she was with them again, nestling close to his side,
her arm around his neck, his about her waist, her eyes gazing up with
ardent affection into his while her pretty little white hand stroked
his face lovingly and toyed with his beard.

He was talking to Marian and hardly showed consciousness of Lulu’s
caresses except that he stroked her hair, patted her cheek, and pressed
his lips absently once or twice to it or her forehead.

Marian’s eyes filled at the sight, and she had much ado to keep her
voice steady while answering his queries in regard to the growth and
prosperity of Minersville, its schools, churches, and public works.

“Ah, what bliss to have such a father—so dear and kind!” was the
thought in her heart. She expressed that thought to Lulu when they bade
good-night after going upstairs.

“Indeed it is!” was Lulu’s earnest rejoinder, “and I wish yours and all
fathers were like mine. He isn’t foolishly indulgent; all his children
know they must yield ready and cheerful obedience whenever he gives an
order, but it is always so evidently for our good, and so pleasantly
spoken, unless we are showing ourselves wilful and stubborn, that it
is not at all hard for any but a very bad, contrary child—such I have
sometimes been, I’m ashamed to own—to obey.”

“How blessed you are, Lulu!” sighed Marian. “But,” she added with a
look of surprise, “you did not bid him good-night, and I could not help
wondering at the omission.”

“Ah, that was because he will come presently to my room for just a few
minutes’ chat and a good-night kiss,” Lulu said with a joyous smile.
“Mamma, my own mother, used to do it, but she is gone now, and to
our great joy papa takes her place in that. I would not miss it for
anything; so good-night and pleasant dreams, for I must go.”

“Good-night, you dear, sweet girl,” Marian said, folding her arms about
Lulu for an instant, and kissing her with warmth of affection. “I love
you, and my now sainted mother loved you too. But oh, what would I not
give for such a father as yours!”




CHAPTER IV.


“WELL, how many of you would like to go to the city to-day?”
the captain asked in pleasant tones the next morning at the
breakfast-table. “You, my dear?” looking at Violet.

“No, thank you, sir, I think not, as I have a number of matters to
attend to at home and will not be needed to assist in the shopping, as
mamma and Sister Elsie are both going; probably Evelyn also, as some
dresses are to be bought for her.”

“You will go, Marian?” he said inquiringly, turning to her as he spoke.
“You will want to exercise your own taste and judgment in the selection
of articles of dress; at least so I presume, as such is the case with
my eldest daughter,” he concluded with a smiling glance at Lulu. “And
she, I dare say, wants to be of the party.”

“If you are going, papa,” Lulu replied; “otherwise I’d rather stay at
home, if I may.”

“You may do exactly as you please, go or stay; so may Gracie.”

“But you don’t say whether you are going of not, papa.”

“I shall stay at home, as there are some matters for me to attend to,
perhaps nearly as important as those which will keep my wife at home,”
he said in a playful tone, turning toward her again as he spoke.

“I am not sorry to hear it, my dear,” Violet responded.

“And I don’t want to go,” said Grace. “I never do like to go to the
city without my father to take care of me,” with an affectionate look
up into his face. “Besides, I’ve promised to help Elsie arrange her
doll-house and make some new clothes for her dollies.”

“Ah? and of course promises must be kept; but as you do not want to go
without papa you will not feel it a hardship, I hope, to keep yours to
your little sisters.”

“But I wouldn’t want Gracie to stay at home if she wanted to go,” said
little Elsie; “no indeed I wouldn’t, papa.”

“No, my dear baby girl is not so selfish as that, I am sure,” he
returned with a loving look into the rosy, dimpled face. “But I feel
quite sure Gracie does not want to go.”

“And somehow papa always knows what we want, Elsie,” Grace said with a
contented little laugh.

“And as you will have Grandma Elsie, Aunt Elsie, Rosie and Evelyn
along to help you select your dresses and other things, you won’t
miss me if I stay at home, Marian,” said Lulu. “I want to get out our
school-books—Gracie’s and mine—and arrange our desks ready for school;
for papa says we are to begin lessons again to-morrow.”

“I shall miss you, I know,” Marian answered with a smile; “but of
course it is by no means necessary that you should go, and I should be
sorry to be a hindrance to you.”

Half an hour later the carriages from Ion and Fairview were seen coming
up the drive. The Raymonds and their guest were all on the veranda,
watching for them, Marian ready dressed for the little jaunt.

“Well, here we are!” called out a cheery voice as the foremost vehicle
drew up in front of the veranda. “How many of you are going with us?”

“Only one—our young guest,” the captain replied, handing Marian in as
he spoke. Cousin Ronald, Grandma Elsie, and her daughter Rosie were its
occupants, and each gave Marian an affectionate morning greeting. Then
Violet stepped forward for a moment’s chat with her mother, in which
Rosie and the captain joined; thus leaving Marian and Mr. Lilburn the
opportunity for a bit of private chat of their own.

“Lassie,” he said with a kindly smile, “dinna forget that you are a
sort o’ adopted child o’ my ain, and that I hae a father’s right to
at least help provide you wi’ a’ things needful,” slipping a roll of
bank-notes into her hand.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, half under her breath and with starting tears,
“how good and generous you are to me! I never had half as much in all
my life.”

“Why, my bairnie, you have na counted it yet!” he exclaimed with a low,
gleeful laugh.

“No, sir; but such a roll—so many bills!”

He laughed again. “It’s clear enough, lass, that you’ve had small
acquaintance wi’ bank-notes. One alone may be worth a thousand o’
another denomination. There are twenty there—ten tens and ten fives.”

“A hundred and fifty dollars! Oh, how much! I feel myself a woman of
wealth. But what can I ever do to show my gratitude?” she said low and
tremulously, happy, grateful tears shining in her eyes.

Then good-mornings were exchanged and the carriage drove on.

Toward evening Marian returned with what was to her an astonishing
wealth of lovely apparel. She had a great dislike of mourning, but had
chosen quiet colors, such as met with Grandma Elsie’s cordial approval.
Her purchases came to Woodburn in the carriage with her; she took
great delight in showing them to Violet and the little girls, and they
scarcely less in looking at them.

“Now,” said Violet, “we will get several persons to work to-morrow on
your dresses and have them ready as soon as possible for your wearing.
I am delighted with your choice, and feel sure everything you have
bought will prove very becoming.”

“Oh, how good you are to me, dear Cousin Vi!” exclaimed Marian with
feeling. “But I do think that after so much has been done for me, to
make up my dresses myself is the least that ought to be asked of me.”

“No, no, Marian,” said the captain, “that would never do. I could not
think of allowing it, because it would keep you so long out of the
school-room.”

“Ah, my dear, it is easy to see that you are in haste to get her where
she will be subject to your control,” exclaimed Violet laughingly.
“Ah, Lu, don’t look so indignant! that was but a jest—a sorry one
perhaps—for I appreciate the kindness of your father’s motives fully as
much, I think, as any one else can.”

“Ah, I fear my dear eldest daughter is but a silly little girl as
regards her father and the respect paid him by others,” remarked the
captain, laying a hand affectionately upon Lulu’s shoulder as she stood
by his side.

“I’m afraid I am, papa,” she returned, coloring and smiling rather
shamefacedly, “but I just can’t bear to have even Mamma Vi talk as if
you weren’t quite perfect.” At that the captain laughed.

“It would never do coming from a daughter,” he said, “but is entirely
excusable in a wife.”

“Thank you, sir,” laughed Vi, “I quite appreciate the privilege you
accord me.”

“I’m afraid it is time for me to go to my room and make myself neat for
tea,” said Marian, pulling out a pretty little watch; at which Lulu and
Grace cried, “How lovely!”

“Yes; it is another of Cousin Ronald’s gifts; something I had hardly
ever dared to hope to possess. Was it not good and kind in him to give
it to me?”

Then she told of the roll of bank-notes he had put into her hand that
morning, and that the price of the watch did not come out of that.

It was handed about from one to another, admired by all, then returned
to its owner, who immediately gathered up a number of her packages and,
with Lulu and a servant carrying the rest, hastened to her room.

The two girls came down again presently in answer to the tea-bell.

It was the usual tempting meal to which they sat down, simple but
daintily prepared, daintily served, and made all the more palatable and
enjoyable by cheerful chat in which even the little ones were allowed a
share.

On leaving the table Marian was taken by Lulu and Grace to see the
school-room.

“Oh, what a lovely room! what beautiful desks and comfortable-looking
chairs!” she exclaimed. “And with your dear father for teacher it must
be only a pleasure, a great pleasure, to study here!”

“So Lu and I think,” said Grace, “though I must own that there are
times when I’m a little lazy.”

“I too,” said Lulu, “oftener than Gracie, I think; but though papa
is always very patient and kind, he insists that if we are well the
lessons must be learned.”

“I am sure that is kind,” said Marian; “a good education is so, so
valuable—better than wealth, because not so easily lost.”

“And for other reasons quite as well worth considering,” added a manly
voice behind them, and turning in its direction they found Captain
Raymond standing near.

Marian’s look was inquiring and he went on: “Knowledge of the right
kind brings more real pleasure into one’s life than can be found in
wealth, fits one for greater usefulness, and is, as you just remarked,
not so easily lost.”

“Very true, sir,” Marian responded thoughtfully, “and if you help me to
gain that you will be a benefactor indeed.”

“I am disposed to do all I can to help you, my good girl,” he said in a
kindly tone; “and I think your companionship with Lulu in her studies
will so interest and spur her on that I shall feel more than repaid for
the slight addition to my labor.”

“Papa,” asked Grace thoughtfully, “doesn’t it say somewhere in the
Bible that it is better to get wisdom than gold?”

“Yes; in Proverbs Solomon exclaims, ‘How much better is it to get
wisdom than gold! and to get understanding rather to be chosen than
silver; and knowledge rather than choice gold. For wisdom is better
than rubies; and all the things that may be desired are not to be
compared to it.’ But doubtless he there refers to heavenly wisdom—a
saving faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, who is the wisdom by which God
established the heavens and founded the earth.”

“When am I to begin school, captain?” asked Marian presently.

“I think I will let you off until next week, if you wish it,” he
replied in a playful tone; “or, as I go to Annapolis for a day or two
early the week after, perhaps you may as well delay beginning your
studies until my return.”

“O Marian, don’t! do begin next Monday,” urged Lulu. “I do so want to
have you with us in the school-room and for you to find out what a good
and kind teacher papa is.”

“His eldest daughter being the judge,” remarked the captain with an
amused look.

“And his second daughter being of exactly the same opinion,” added
Grace, slipping a hand into his as she stood close at his side.

He pressed it affectionately, then, still holding it fast, proposed
that they should return to the veranda where they had been sitting
before the call to the tea-table.

He led the way with Grace, the others following, and presently the four
were seated there, Grace close to her father on one side, Lulu on the
other, and Marian near at hand.

“O Marian, do say you will begin lessons next Monday,” urged Lulu
again. “I’m perfectly sure your dresses can be fitted by that time, and
if there is any fitting not done, it can be attended to out of school
hours; or papa will let you go for a little; for he’s always reasonable
and kind; if it is his own little girl that says so,” she concluded
with a roguish look up into her father’s face.

“Ah, Marian, if you are wise you will not put too much faith in the
opinion of one who evidently looks at the person under discussion
through rose-colored glasses,” remarked the captain in a gravely
warning tone.

“It seems to be the way with every one who knows you, sir,” laughed
Marian; “so I will be on my guard till I have learned more of you
through my own observation.”

“And do you mean to wait till you have satisfied yourself upon that
point before you venture to become one of his pupils?” queried Lulu.

“It would not be waiting very long, as I am already satisfied that
Captain Raymond is to be trusted; for I have had a report of his
teaching and government from both Rosie and Evelyn; a most favorable
one from each,” Marian said in reply.

“And of course they wouldn’t be as likely to prove partial judges as
his own daughters who love him so dearly,” remarked Grace, with her arm
about her father’s neck, her eyes gazing fondly into his.

“I think I shall venture,” returned Marian. “My intention is to be
careful to keep rules and to work very hard at the lessons; so doing
I cannot think I shall run much risk of punishment. The worst he could
inflict (expelling me) would only—I was going to say, leave me where
it found me; it would be worse than that, though—real disgrace and
disappointment; but I don’t intend ever to be so idle, mischievous, or
rebellious as to bring it on myself.”

“I have not the slightest fear that you will,” said the captain, “and
I think too that I know you pretty thoroughly since the weeks spent in
the same house with you in Minersville.”

“And do you intend then to begin on Monday?” queried Lulu with, a look
of joyous expectancy.

“Yes, indeed; if nothing happens to prevent. I do not want to lose any
time, for I wish to be able to earn my own living as soon as possible.”

“Why, what a very independent young woman you seem to be, Cousin
Marian!” laughed a sweet girlish voice close at hand, and Violet
tripped lightly from the doorway to a chair which her husband, hastily
putting Grace from his knee, drew forward for her use.

“Thank you, my dear,” she said, taking possession. “You are intending
to become one of my husband’s pupils, Marian?”

“He has invited me, and I have thankfully accepted,” Marian replied. “I
think it a most kind and generous offer.”

“I entirely agree with you in that opinion,” Violet returned with a
look of ardent, admiring affection up into her husband’s face, “but can
assure you that kindness and generosity are nothing new for him.”

“Ah, I knew that much about him before he left Minersville,” returned
Marian. “Many there can testify to his great kindness and generosity.”

Just then a carriage was seen coming up the drive and the captain rose
with a sigh of relief to meet and welcome his guests, who proved to be
callers from one of the neighboring plantations.

The next morning, while the other young folks resumed the duties of the
school-room, Marian was, with Alma’s assistance, busied with planning,
cutting, and fitting the new dresses. Each had heard something of the
other’s story. Alma had many questions to ask about life among the
Mormons, and the more she heard from Marian in reply, the more did she
rejoice in the narrow escape of herself and sister from their toils.

The moment they were dismissed from the school-room, Rosie, Evelyn, and
Lulu came in search of Marian. Rosie had some news to tell.

“Mamma had a letter this morning from my brothers Harold and Herbert,
begging and entreating her to come to the commencement at Princeton.
I suppose you all know that they are to graduate, and they think they
must have mamma there; to enjoy their triumph, I presume,” she added
laughingly.

“And will she go?” asked Marian.

“I think she will,” replied Rosie, “and that grandpa and grandma will
go with her. They both have relatives in and about Philadelphia and
will take the opportunity to visit them too.” “On which side is the
relationship with Cousin Elsie?” asked Marian, with a look of interest.

“Oh, they are none of them her mother’s relatives,” said Rosie. “But
grandpa’s half-sister—Aunt Adelaide—married a brother of Grandma
Rose; so she and her children are related to both sides of our house,
and Grandma Rose has other brothers and sisters in that neighborhood
besides her old father and mother. So she likes to visit there
frequently.”

“And they of course must always be delighted to have her with them;
such a sweet, lovely lady as Cousin Elsie is!”

“But she will go first to Max’s commencement, won’t she, Rosie? I mean
the commencement at the Naval Academy at Annapolis,” said Lulu.

“She says she wants and intends to,” replied Rosie; “that is, if she
is well enough, and she certainly seems very well indeed just now.”

“I am so glad of it!” exclaimed Lulu. “We are all going, in the
_Dolphin_, if nothing happens to prevent, and I hope all of you girls
will be with us. It is so lovely there and I think we are likely to
have a delightful time.”

“It will all be new to you, Marian,” observed Rosie pleasantly.

“Oh, I do not expect to make one of the party,” returned Marian quickly
and with a blush.

“Papa said you were to go if you wanted to,” said Lulu, “and I am sure
you would if you could realize what a delightful trip it will be.”

“I thank both you and your father, Lulu, very much indeed,” Marian
returned with a blush and a smile, “but I have little or nothing fit
to wear at such a place and in such company, and it would be entirely
impossible for me to get ready in season.”

“Yes, I suppose so,” said Lulu, looking somewhat disappointed; “but
there will probably be other times when you can go,” she added,
brightening up.

At that moment Grace looked in at the door with an announcement:
“Grandma Elsie, Grandpa Dinsmore, and Cousin Ronald are in the veranda,
talking with papa and mamma.”

“And are we invited to join the conference?” queried Rosie in a merry,
jesting tone.

“I don’t think it’s a secret conference,” replied Grace, “and I suppose
we can all join it if we want to.”

“I should like to do so if I could leave my work,” Marian said, “but
I must stay and attend to it unless they say I am wanted for some
particular reason.”

“In that case we’ll let you know, Marian,” said Lulu as she and the
others hastened from the room together.

They found the older people arranging plans for attending the Annapolis
and Princeton commencements; it was already decided that to the first
all would go from Woodburn and Ion who cared to, some of them by rail,
the others in the _Dolphin_, then Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore and Grandma
Elsie to the other; and also, before returning, they would spend some
weeks in visiting friends and relatives in and about Philadelphia.

The young folks listened quietly but with intense interest, now and
then exchanging glances which told plainly how delighted they were with
the prospect of having a share in the expedition to Annapolis; even
Grace, who usually thought home the most desirable place for her, being
no exception.

She presently stole to her father’s side, slipped her hand into his,
and looked up into his face with a bright, glad smile.

“I am to go too, papa?” she asked in a low tone, meant only for his ear.

“Unless you prefer to stay at home, daughter,” he said, putting an arm
around her and drawing her closer to him, smoothing her hair with the
other hand and smiling fondly down into the fair young face.

“Oh, no, sir! I want to go, ’specially as Mamma Vi and Elsie and baby
Ned will all go along; and we’ll be in the _Dolphin_ and not in the
tiresome cars.”

“Yes, I think the _Dolphin_ is far more comfortable than the cars,
and I trust the little trip will prove very enjoyable to us all,” he
replied, by no means ill-pleased that his little girl was so happy in
the prospect.




CHAPTER V.


TIME moved on swiftly enough to the older people, busily engaged in
preparations for the contemplated trip to Annapolis, yet with rather
laggard step to the younger ones, who were in haste to experience
its pleasures and excitements. But in the performance of school
duties they one and all acquitted themselves quite to the captain’s
satisfaction; even excitable Lulu finding it not nearly so difficult to
concentrate her thoughts upon the business in hand as it had been when
first her father began to act as tutor to his children. Also Marian’s
companionship in her lessons during the second week was an assistance
to renewed and increased interest in them.

But at length the appointed day for the sailing of the _Dolphin_ came.
Marian adhered to her decision to remain behind, attending to the
preparation of her summer wardrobe, but the others, all in good health
and spirits, were ready and eager for the trip.

The weather was charming, making their drive to the city delightful;
the rest of the short journey on board the _Dolphin_—which they found
awaiting them at the wharf and in the most beautiful order, everything
about her deck and above and below looking spick and span as though she
had but just come from the hands of her builders and decorators.

They arrived the day before that on which the graduating exercises
were to be held, dropping anchor in the Severn just as the afternoon
artillery drill began. They witnessed it from the deck and could see
that Max was a prominent figure therein. He seemed to go into it most
enthusiastically, and they all, his father especially, watched his
every movement with pride and delight.

He had purposely left the lad in ignorance of the exact time of the
expected arrival, and Max discovered the near vicinity of the _Dolphin_
only when the exercises had come to an end. At the same instant a
message from the commandant reached him, giving permission for him to
go aboard the yacht and remain there until half-past nine that evening,
and the _Dolphin’s_ row-boat was seen to leave her side with the
captain in it.

In a very few moments more Max was on the deck of the yacht, surrounded
by those nearest and dearest to him, his father looking on with
beaming eyes while they crowded around the lad with their joyful and
affectionate greetings.

“Now, Max, sit down here among us and give a full account of yourself,
your doings and experiences since we saw you last,” said Grandma Elsie
with an affectionate smile into the bright young face, and making room
for him by her side as she spoke.

Max gave his father an inquiring look, and receiving an approving nod
in reply, took the seat and did his best to answer satisfactorily the
questions which were showered upon him from all sides: queries as to
the progress he was making in his studies, great-gun exercise, field
artillery, infantry tactics, etc., and in regard to various other
matters.

But a joyous bark suddenly interrupted the talk, and Max’s dog Prince
bounded into the midst of the group, raised himself upon his hind legs,
put his fore-paws on his young master’s shoulders, his tail wagging
fast with delight, and tried to lick Max’s face.

“Why, hello, Prince, I’m glad to see you, old fellow!” cried the lad,
patting and stroking him, but avoiding the caress. “There, that will
do; you try to kiss harder and longer than any other of my friends.”

“P’raps that’s because I love you harder,” Prince seemed to say. “And
it’s longer since I saw you last. The captain never invited me to come
along before.”

“He didn’t?” laughed Max. “Well, I don’t believe you asked him; but I’m
right glad to see you here at last. Also to find you haven’t forgotten
how to talk.”

“No, my young master, but it’s the first time I’ve done anything in
that line since you left me at Woodburn.”

By this time everybody was laughing.

“Oh, Max, who is making Prince talk—you or Cousin Ronald?” asked Lulu.

“See if you can’t find out for yourself, Lu,” laughed Max. “Suppose you
ask Prince; surely he should know.”

“Well, I’ll try it,” she returned merrily. “Prince, who helped you to
do that talking just now?”

“Why, who helps you to talk, Miss Lu?” came promptly in return,
apparently from the dog’s lips.

“Oh, I don’t need any help in that line,” she returned laughingly, “and
never have since I first learned how in my babyhood.”

“Do you never tire of talking, Miss Lu?” The query seemed to come from
Prince’s lips as he looked up gravely into her face.

“No, I can’t say that I do,” she laughed. “Do you?”

“I am oftener tired of not being able to express my thoughts and
feelings,” was the reply. Then the call to tea put an end to the
conversation for the time.

Prince followed the others to the table and when all were seated laid
himself down at Max’s feet. There he lay looking up into the lad’s
face, and when the plates had been filled a low whine seemed to say he
too would be glad to have a share of the savory viands.

“Just wait a bit, old fellow, and your turn will come,” said Max. “You
never starve where my father is master, I’m sure.”

“No, that’s true enough; but it is not always so easy to wait when
one’s hungry and sees other folks with plates heaped with savory
victuals right before them. Why shouldn’t dogs be helped at once as
well as men, women, and children?”

Prince’s tail swept the floor and his hungry eyes looked up wistfully
into those of his young master as the words seemed to come from his
lips.

“Well done, Prince! such efforts at speech ought to be duly rewarded,”
remarked the captain gravely; then he directed a servant to take the
dog out and feed him well.

“What is the programme for this evening?” asked Violet; “a trip up the
river again?”

“If you and the others wish it, my dear,” replied her husband, to whom
her query seemed to be addressed. “I had thought, however, of going
down the river and bay, as we went up on our last visit here. We will
put it to the vote of those present. I am quite indifferent personally
as to which course we pursue.” It soon appeared that the majority were
in favor of moving toward the bay, and on leaving the table the captain
issued his orders, the _Dolphin_ weighed anchor, and the wind being
favorable, they sailed down the river and out into the bay.

“Annapolis is a very old town, is it not, Brother Levis?” asked Walter.

“Yes,” was the reply; “it was founded by the Puritans under Captain
William Clayborne. He first settled over yonder on Kent Island in
1631, but was expelled from there—he and his adherents—in 1638, for
refusing to acknowledge allegiance to the newly established government
of Lord Baltimore. In 1642 some Puritans, expelled from Virginia for
non-conformity, settled where now stands Annapolis, founded a town
there and called it Providence. In 1691 it became the capital of the
State and the name was changed to Annapolis.”

“You have gone farther back in its history than you ever did in telling
us about it before, papa,” remarked Lulu.

“Ah? how far back did I go before?” he asked pleasantly.

“To the time when they heard of the resistance to the passing of the
Stamp Act by the people of Massachusetts, sir,” she replied. “Don’t you
remember that when we were sailing from Newport to Annapolis, to bring
Max here to enter the Academy, we young folks all gathered round you,
just as we have to-night, and asked for revolutionary happenings in
Maryland?”

“Ah, yes, I do remember it now, though it was nearly a year ago,” he
returned, looking with a humorous smile down into her eyes.

“Why, just think,” exclaimed Max, “the town was then more than a
hundred years old. What a venerable old place it is now!”

“Ah, no wonder you grow manly so fast, young sir, living in such a
grand old place,” remarked a strange voice apparently coming from the
rear of the little party seated pretty close together on the deck.

Naturally every head turned in the direction of the sound, but the
speaker was not to be seen.

“Who and where are you, sir?” queried the captain. “Step forward and
take a seat with the rest of us.”

“Thank you, sir; but I do not want to intrude. You must excuse me for
coming aboard, but I wanted a sail and thought my weight wouldn’t
retard the boat. I’ll pay for my passage if you say so.”

The speaker continued invisible, though every word was distinctly heard.

“Then do so by giving us a sight of your face,” returned Captain
Raymond.

“It is not covered, sir, and you are all welcome to look your fill,”
was the reply.

“Where is de mans, papa?” asked little Ned, gazing wonderingly about.

“Sitting in Cousin Ronald’s chair, I think,” replied his father,
smoothing the curls of the little prattler, who was seated upon his
knee.

“No, papa, dat Tousin Ronald.”

“Well, then, perhaps it was Brother Max.”

“No, papa, Bruver Maxie not talk dat way. Does oo, Maxie?”

“I think not, Neddie boy,” returned Max, smiling on the baby boy and
giving his round rosy cheek an affectionate pat.

“No, no, little chap, I’m not Brother Max,” said the voice, sounding
somewhat farther away than before, “or any such callow chicken, but a
full-grown man.”

“Ah, ha, I know now that it is Cousin Ronald,” laughed Lulu, “for Max
would never call himself a callow chicken.”

“I shouldn’t think Cousin Ronald would call him so either,” said Grace
in a hurt tone; “chickens are cowardly and I’m sure Max is not.”

“Better not be too sure, but wait till you see him tried, miss,” said a
squeaky little voice, coming seemingly from another part of the vessel.

“Now that’s you, Max, I know, because it is the very same voice we
heard at Minersville on the evening of the glorious Fourth,” remarked
Lulu with a merry laugh.

Max neither acknowledged nor denied that she was right. Looking up and
catching sight of the Stars and Stripes floating from the masthead, “O
Lu,” he asked, “do you know who invented our flag—‘old glory,’ as we
love to call her?”

“Why, no; who did?”

“A little woman named Betty Ross, a Philadelphia Quakeress. She had a
great deal of taste, was particularly fond of red, white, and blue,
and adorned many of the apartments we read of in colonial history;
the halls of Congress, the governor’s reception-room in Philadelphia,
among others. She was acquainted with a number of the great men of the
time—Morris, Franklin, Rittenhouse, Adams, and best and greatest of
all—our Washington. And she had a brother-in-law, Colonel Ross, who was
a gallant American officer in the Revolutionary War.

“On the 14th of June, 1777, Congress was considering about a design for
a national flag, and it was at once proposed that Betsy Ross should
be requested to design one. The committee asked Colonel Ross, Dr.
Franklin, and Robert Morris to call upon her. They went and General
Washington with them. Mrs. Ross consented, drew the design, and made
the first American flag with her own hands. General Washington had
showed her a rough design which she said was wrong—the stars having six
corners when the right number was but five. She said she didn’t know
whether she could make the flag, but would try; which, as I have just
said, she did, and succeeded so well that Congress was satisfied with
it; and it was the first star-spangled banner that ever floated on the
breeze.”

“There was an eagle on that flag, Max, was there not?” asked the
captain as the lad paused in his story.

“Yes, sir; a spread eagle with the thirteen stars in a circle of rays
of glory. It is said that many eminent men visited Mrs. Ross’ shop
while she was at work on the flag and were deeply interested in it.”

“Well,” remarked Lulu thoughtfully, “if that flag was flung to the
breeze in June of 1777, it is a mistake for people to say that the
rough flag made and floated at Fort Schuyler the next fall was the
first.”

“Quite true,” said her father, “though probably they—the makers of the
Fort Schuyler flag—had not heard of the other and believed theirs to
be the first. It is stated that Washington had displayed at Cambridge,
Massachusetts, on January 2d, 1776, what might be called the original
of our present banner. It had thirteen stripes of red and white with a
St. Andrew cross instead of the stars.”

“Was there not another called the rattlesnake flag?” asked Rosie.

“Yes, in two forms: in one the figure was left complete, and under it
were the words, ‘Don’t tread on me.’ In the other the snake was in
thirteen pieces—in some cases with thirteen rattles—and the legend was
‘Join or die.’”

The captain paused a moment, then went on: “I was reading lately an
account taken from an English paper of what was probably the first
floating of the American flag in British waters. It was on February
3d, 1783, that the ship _Bedford_, a Massachusetts vessel commanded by
Captain Moore, passed Gravesend, and on the 6th she was reported at
the custom-house. The Lords of Council and the Commissioners of the
Customs held a consultation, because of the many acts of Parliament
still in force against the ‘rebels’ of America—as our British cousins
were wont to style us—before allowing her regular entry. She was
American built, manned wholly by American seamen, and belonged to
Nantucket, Massachusetts.

“The article goes on to say she carried the ‘rebel’ colors and was the
first to display the ‘rebellious stripes of America in any British
port.’

“But before that the Stars and Stripes had appeared on British soil. A
noted philanthropist and sturdy patriot of Philadelphia, named Elkannah
Watson, had at the close of the Revolutionary War received four hundred
guineas as a wager, and on the same day was dining with the painter
Copley, whom he engaged to paint his portrait for the sum of money
just obtained from the wager. The portrait was all finished but the
background, which they had agreed should represent a ship bearing to
America the news of the acknowledgment by the British government of our
independence—the Stars and Stripes floating from her gaff and gilded by
the rays of the rising sun was still wanting, the painter considering
it imprudent to put it there at that time, as his gallery was the
resort of royalty and the nobility. Watson speaks of ‘the glorious 5th
of December, 1782,’ on which he and Copley listened to the speech of
the king in which he formally received and recognized the United States
of America as one of the nations of the earth. After that Watson went
home with the artist to dinner; but before sitting down to the table
Copley finished his picture, inviting his company to be present in his
studio while ‘with a bold hand, master touch, and American heart’ he
attached to the ship the Stars and Stripes.”

“That was displaying what the British had called the rebel colors very
promptly upon the king’s acknowledgment, and very near his palace,”
remarked Mr. Dinsmore with a smile of grim satisfaction.

“Yes; doubtless a bitter pill for his majesty to swallow,” laughed
Rosie.

“Well, he needn’t have had it to swallow if he hadn’t been so
tyrannical and obstinate,” remarked Walter. “I remember that Bancroft
says, ‘The American struggle was avowedly a war in defence of the
common rights of mankind.’”

“That is very true, Walter,” returned his grandfather. “They—the
leading men of the time—were a noble band of patriots and lovers of
their kind. We have a right to be proud of them.”

“And I am proud of them, sir,” returned the lad, his cheeks glowing and
his eyes sparkling.

“That’s right, my little man; everybody should love his country and
feel proud of all its people who resist tyranny and stand up boldly for
the principle that ‘all men are created equal; that they are endowed
by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are
life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness,’” said a strange voice
which seemed to come from their rear.

Every one turned to see the speaker; then finding he was not visible,
laughed pleasantly.

“I am glad to learn that you are so well acquainted with our glorious
Declaration of Independence, Cousin Ronald, and seem to appreciate
it so highly,” remarked Grandma Elsie, with a smiling look into the
pleasant face of her kinsman.

“Ah, indeed, cousin! are you entirely sure that I am deserving of that
compliment?” queried Mr. Lilburn gravely.

“Quite sure,” she returned. “I could hardly have quoted it so correctly
myself.”

“But was that my voice, cousin?” he asked.

“One of your voices, I have no doubt,” she replied laughingly.

“Mr. Lilburn,” said Max, “I have been telling some of my comrades of
your ventriloquial powers and they are extremely desirous to witness
their exercise. Will you not kindly gratify them while here?”

“Why, laddie, I am hardly more capable in that line than yourself,”
laughed the old gentleman.

“But you, sir, are not under authority as I am and so liable to be
called to account for your doings.”

“Eh! perhaps not. Well, well, we will be on the lookout for
opportunities, you and I. I own I am not averse to gratifying the young
folks when I can do so without displeasing their elders.”




CHAPTER VI.


A MOMENTARY silence following upon Mr. Lilburn’s remark was broken by a
question from Grace. “We are away out in the bay now, aren’t we, papa?”
she asked.

“Yes, daughter, and must turn presently, for Max’s leave of absence
will be over by the time I can take him back to the Academy.”

“But I may hope to be with you all again to-morrow and the next day,
when the graduating exercises are over, may I not, papa?” asked Max.

“I think so; provided you keep out of scrapes,” his father replied,
laying a hand affectionately on the lad’s shoulder as he spoke, for
Max was now close to his side. “And one evening or the other—both
if you like—you may bring some of your mates with you, and perhaps
Cousin Ronald and you yourself may be able to entertain them with some
exertion of your ventriloquial powers.”

“Oh, thank you, papa,” said Max delightedly; “nothing could be better.
Cousin Ronald will, I dare say, make great sport for them, and perhaps
I could do a little myself. But whom shall I invite? I am very sure
any of them would be delighted to come.”

“I leave the selection to you, my son,” replied the captain. “Choose
any whom you think the right sort of company for yourself and us and
likely to enjoy being here.”

“Thank you, sir. How many shall I ask?”

“Well, my boy, as we are not expecting to keep them over night, six or
eight would not, I think, be more than we can accommodate comfortably.”

“And that will be as many as I care to ask at one time,” Max said with
satisfaction. “Hunt will be glad to come, I know, and he’s a nice
fellow.”

“You’ll want to ask those who are anxious to make Cousin Ronald’s
acquaintance, I presume,” said his father.

“Yes, sir, some of them; if I asked all it would include my whole class
besides a good many belonging to the others,” laughed Max.

“Very well,” said his father, “you know about how many we can
accommodate, and I leave the selection to you, feeling quite sure that
my boy will prefer those of good character for his intimate associates.”

“Yes, indeed, papa, and I thank you very much for trusting me.”

The _Dolphin_ was presently at her wharf again and the good-nights
had to be said; but, expecting to have Max with them the next day and
the day after, even his sisters were not sad over the parting, while
the lad himself was jubilant in the pleasant prospect of entertaining
his boy friends and comrades on board the yacht. He hurried to his
room and filled up the few remaining minutes of the half-hour allowed
for recreation before retiring for the night, with giving Hunt, his
room-mate, a glowing account of his visit to his father’s vessel, and
extending the invitation for the next afternoon and evening, which Hunt
accepted promptly and with evident delight.

The next day was spent by most of the party from Woodburn and Ion
in walks and drives about the city and its vicinity, varied by some
attendance upon the exercises at the Naval Academy; but before tea-time
all were on board the yacht again, where they were presently joined by
Max and his party.

The lads were all evidently in high good humor and on the tiptoe of
expectation, knowing that they were about to make the acquaintance of
the ventriloquist of whose tricks Max had told them many an exciting
tale.

The introductions were over, all had been comfortably seated, and some
few minutes spent in desultory chat, when Hunt, addressing Max, who
happened to be his nearest neighbor, asked in a low tone when the show
was to begin.

Max smiled and there was a roguish twinkle in his eyes, while at the
same instant a voice spoke from behind Hunt, “I say, young fellers in
blue, what’s brung so many o’ ye aboard here to oncet?”

There was a simultaneous sudden start and turning of faces and eyes in
the direction from which the sounds had come. But the speaker seemed to
have instantly disappeared, and the momentary start was followed by a
general hearty laugh.

“The captain’s invitation,” replied Hunt, while his eyes and those of
the other lads turned upon Mr. Lilburn.

“All right then,” responded the same voice, seeming now to come from a
more distant part of the deck; “he owns the yacht and kin ask anybody
he’s mind to.”

“Of course,” said Hunt, “and it was very kind in him to ask us. Did he
invite you also, sir?”

“None o’ your business,” came in reply in a surly tone.

“Truly a gentlemanly reply,” laughed Hunt. “One might readily infer
from it that you were not here by invitation.”

“What do you mean by that, sir?” demanded, the invisible speaker, in
loud, angry tones.

“That your conduct and speech proclaim you no gentleman, while Captain
Raymond is decidedly such.”

“Come, come, friends, don’t let us have any quarrelling here,” came in
pleasant tones from the other side of the vessel.

“Now who are you, sir? This isn’t your fight, and you’d better keep out
of it,” returned the first voice; “your interference will be asked for
when it’s wanted.”

The lads exchanged looks of surprise and one of them asked:

“Are you doing it all, Mr. Lilburn, sir?”

“Ah ha, ah ha! um h’m, ah ha! so you think ’twas I, young sirs!”
exclaimed the old gentleman in pretended astonishment. “And why so? Did
the voices issue from my lips?”

“I cannot assert positively that they did, sir,” returned Hunt, “but
they seemed to come from an invisible speaker, and knowing you to be a
ventriloquist, we think it can all be accounted for in that way.”

“Knowing me to be a ventriloquist, eh, laddie! And may I ask how you
came by that same knowledge?”

“Through our friend, a naval cadet like ourselves, Mr. Max Raymond,
sir. Do not be vexed with him for telling us. It has excited our
admiration and desire to make your acquaintance.”

“Ah, Master Max, so you have been letting these young gentlemen into my
secrets?” Mr. Lilburn said, turning toward Max in pretended wrath.

“Yes, sir,” replied Max in cheerful tones, “and the more you show them
of your skill in that line the better they will be pleased.”

Just then Max’s dog Prince joined the group, wagging his tail and
lifting joyful eyes to his young master’s face.

“Ah, how d’ye do, Prince?” said Max, stroking and patting him. “Are you
glad to see me here again?”

“Yes, sir, indeed I am,” were the words that seemed to come in reply
from the dog’s lips; “and I wish you’d go back with us when we steam
away in this vessel for home.”

“Why, Prince, you talk well indeed for a dog,” laughed Hunt, stroking
and patting Prince’s head.

At that instant there was a frightened cry, “Oh, sic’ a fall as I shall
hae!” followed instantly by a sound as of the plunge of a heavy body
from the side of the vessel into the water.

All started to their feet, several of the men and boys shouting in
tones of alarm, “A man overboard!” and Captain Raymond was about
to issue an order for the launching of a boat, when a glance at Mr.
Lilburn deterred him.

“No occasion, captain,” laughed the old gentleman; “you could never
find that poor unfortunate fellow.”

“No, I presume not,” returned the captain, echoing the laugh as he and
the others reseated themselves.

“Huh! that’s an old trick o’ yours, old feller,” cried the very same
voice that had been heard behind Hunt’s chair. “If I couldn’t invent
suthin’ new I’d give up the business.”

“So I think I shall—for to-night, at least,” returned Cousin Ronald,
but in a disguised voice that seemed to come from a distance.

Then Walter went to his side and whispered in his ear.

Mr. Lilburn smiled and seemed to assent, but at that instant the call
to the supper-table put an end to the sport for the time.

There was some of the same sort of diversion at the table, however,
a roast fowl resenting, with a loud squawk, the captain’s attempt
to carve it; Prince asking audibly for a share when the plates were
filled, and the voice that had been heard talking on deck to the “young
fellers in blue” preferring the same request.

These tricks, though old to the others, were new to the cadets and
caused a good deal of merriment; as did the buzzing bees, peeping
chick, barking pups, and squealing pigs that seemed to have taken
possession of the deck on their return thither.

At length these sounds were replied to by a loud and furious barking
coming apparently from some remote part of the deck, and to which
Prince immediately made response in kind, at the same time rushing away
in search of the intruder.

“A pretty time you’ll have finding that newcomer, Prince,” Walter
called after him.

But the words were hardly spoken when a third loud bark was heard
coming apparently from yet another quarter, and Prince, repeating his,
rushed in that direction; then three or four dogs seemed, from the
sounds, to be barking, snarling, yelping as though a furious canine
fight was in progress; though nothing could be seen of the combatants
except the huge form of Prince as he searched in vain for the intruders
of his race.

But the noise woke the little ones who had been put to bed in the cabin
below, and a frightened wail from them brought a sudden hush, while
Violet rose hastily and hurried down the companionway to sooth and
reassure her darlings.

That put an end to the ventriloquial sport, and the remainder of the
short time allowed for the visit of the cadets was spent in more quiet
fashion, desultory talk and the singing of songs.

They had been steaming down the river and bay and back again while they
talked and sang; the wharf was reached shortly after nine o’clock and
the lads returned safely and in good season to the Academy.

They one and all expressed themselves as highly delighted with their
visit to the yacht and were very enthusiastic in their praises of the
ladies; particularly Grandma Elsie and Violet, whom they pronounced the
sweetest, most beautiful and charming women of their acquaintance.

They felt acquainted with them now, they said, for after Cousin Ronald
and Max had ceased their ventriloquial performances they had had an
opportunity to talk with the ladies as well as to listen to the music
with which they kindly entertained them.

“I have always thought you a fortunate fellow, Max,” remarked Hunt as
they were preparing for bed, “and since seeing the yacht and that young
grandmother and stepmother of yours, I am more fully convinced of it
than ever. I was just going to say I wondered at so young and lovely a
creature as Mrs. Raymond marrying a man with a son of your age, and
two other children not young enough to be her own; but remembering what
your father is—so handsome, noble-looking, so entirely everything any
one could ask or desire—I do not wonder at all at her choice. In fact,
she may consider herself quite as fortunate as he in the selection of a
partner for life.”

“So I think,” responded Max heartily; “for to me it seems that my
father’s superior—indeed, I might say his equal—is not to be found
anywhere; and I know Mamma Vi would agree with me. I have never known
him speak a hasty, sharp, or unkind word to her, and he waits upon
her as gallantly as he could possibly have done in the days of their
courtship.

“As to the children left him by my own mother—my father promised before
marrying Mamma Vi that she should have no care or trouble in regard to
them; that he would take all that upon himself; and so he has and does;
when he has been at home with us we have always felt that he did. So it
is no wonder if we esteem him the dearest and best of fathers; while
Mamma Vi is hardly a mother, but more like an older sister to us—unless
it may be to Grace, the youngest of our set.”

Here the signal for the extinguishing of lights and retiring to rest
put a stop to the conversation, and in a very few minutes the lads
were soundly sleeping.

One more day was spent at Annapolis by the Woodburn and Ion people;
then an early evening train carried the latter party northward, and an
hour later the _Dolphin_ steamed away with the others.

Walter and Rosie would have been glad to go with their mother, but she
and their grandfather had decided that it would be better for them to
continue their studies for the present, as the time for the summer
holidays was not distant; and like the well-trained, affectionate
children they were, they submitted cheerfully to her decision,
determining to make the best possible use of their opportunity for
education.

Their mother expected to be at home again in a fortnight, or sooner,
but they had rarely been separated from her for even a day, and the
parting was a trial to both. They bore it bravely, however, slept well
that night on board the yacht, and rose the next morning apparently as
gay and light-hearted as their wont.

They were both early on deck, where they found the captain and Lulu
together, watching the sun just peeping above the waver far away to the
east.

“Good-morning, brother Levis and Lu,” called Rosie, tripping across the
deck in their direction. “I thought Walter and I were extremely early,
but there is no use in anybody trying to get ahead of you two in early
rising.”

“Good-morning, little sister,” responded the captain, turning toward
her with his pleasant smile. “There was no occasion for you and Walter
to leave your couches quite so early this morning, or for either of
you to do so. I believe Lulu and I happen to be of the kind who need a
little less sleep than do many others.”

“Yes,” said Lulu, with a loving look up into her father’s face, “papa
would let me sleep another hour if I wanted to, but I almost always
wake early and do so enjoy the little time that it gives me with
him before the others are up and wanting some of his attention for
themselves.”

“I don’t wonder,” said Walter, “for I like to be with mamma the first
thing in the morning dearly well.”

The boy’s voice sounded a little choked at the last, and he dropped his
eyes lest the others should see the sudden tears welling up in them.

The captain laid a kind hand on the lad’s shoulder. “If our dear mother
is awake now she is doubtless thinking lovingly of her youngest son and
asking God to bless and keep him from all evil. You may hope to see her
again in about two weeks, which will pass very quickly, and in the mean
time let us think of all we can accomplish to give her pleasure on her
return,” he said. “Shall we not, little brother?”

“Yes, oh, yes, sir!” replied Walter, looking up brightly into the
pleasant face above him. “I mean to study hard and keep all your rules
carefully, so that you can give her a good account of my conduct and
recitations. Oh, there’s the sun just entirely up out of the water!
What a grand sight it is!”

“One that I never weary of,” said Captain Raymond in a meditative tone
and gazing eastward upon the newly risen luminary as he spoke. “It
reminds me of Him who is called the Sun of righteousness, because He is
the quickener, comforter, and illuminator of His people.”

“Papa, didn’t people in the Old Testament times worship the sun?” asked
Lulu.

“Yes,” replied her father, “it is thought that the Moloch of the
Ammonites, the Chemosh of the Moabites, and the Baal of the Phœnicians
was the sun.”

“I remember that the Israelites also sometimes wandered away from
the true God and worshipped Baal,” remarked Walter; “that Elijah the
prophet slew of Baal’s prophets four hundred and fifty men; and that
afterward Jehu filled a house with Baal’s prophets, priests, and
worshippers and had them all put to death.”

“Yes,” the captain said, “that was in accordance with the command of
God given in Deuteronomy, seventeenth chapter. I will read it to you,”
he added, taking a small Bible from his pocket. Turning to the passage
he read:

“If there be found among you, within any of thy gates which the Lord
thy God giveth thee, man or woman that hath wrought wickedness in the
sight of the Lord thy God, in transgressing his covenant, and hath gone
and served other gods, and worshipped them, either the sun or moon, or
any of the host of heaven, which I have not commanded, and it be told
thee and thou hast heard of it, and inquired diligently, and behold
it be true, and the thing certain that such abomination is wrought in
Israel; then shalt thou bring forth that man or that woman, which have
committed that wicked thing, unto thy gates, even that man or that
woman, and shalt stone them with stones till they die.”

“That gives us some insight into God’s hatred of idolatry,” remarked
the captain, closing the book.

“Yes, sir,” said Rosie. “I am reading Deuteronomy just now in my
regular course. I was at the fourth chapter yesterday, and was struck
with what is said there about the worship of images. Won’t you turn to
the chapter and read it aloud to us, brother Levis?”

“Certainly,” he replied, opening the book again and turning to the
passage to which she had referred. Beginning at the fifteenth verse he
read:

“Take ye therefore good heed unto yourselves; for ye saw no similitude
on the day that the Lord spake unto you in Horeb out of the midst of
the fire; lest ye corrupt yourselves, and make you a graven image, the
similitude of any figure, the likeness of male or female, the likeness
of any beast that is on the earth, the likeness of any winged fowl
that flieth in the air, the likeness of anything that creepeth on the
ground, the likeness of any fish that is in the waters beneath the
earth: and lest thou lift up thine eyes unto heaven, and when thou
seest the sun and the moon, and the stars, even all the host of heaven,
shouldest be driven to worship them, and serve them, which the Lord
thy God hath divided unto all nations under the whole heaven.... Take
heed unto yourselves, lest ye forget the covenant of the Lord your God,
which he made with you, and make you a graven image, or the likeness
of anything which the Lord thy God hath forbidden thee. For the Lord
thy God is a consuming fire, even a jealous God. When thou shalt beget
children and children’s children, and ye shall have remained long in
the land, and shall corrupt yourselves, and make a graven image or
the likeness of anything, and shall do evil in the sight of the Lord
thy God, to provoke him to anger; I call heaven and earth to witness
against you this day, that ye shall soon utterly perish from off the
land whereunto ye go over Jordan to possess it; ye shall not prolong
your days upon it but shall utterly be destroyed.”

“I would have you all notice,” the captain said, again closing the book
and speaking with earnestness, “how plainly and repeatedly God forbids
the worship of images, likenesses, or of any of the creatures or things
he hath made; how repeatedly and expressly he commands us to worship
him and him alone.”

“Ah, no wonder that the popish priests forbid their people to read the
Bible for themselves,” said Rosie, “for from it they would soon learn
the wickedness of bowing down to and worshipping images, crucifixes,
and pictures.”

“Yes,” replied Captain Raymond, “and I would far sooner lay my children
in the grave, dearly, dearly as I love them, than to see them bowing
down to images and pictures; serving ‘gods the work of men’s hands,
wood and stone, which neither see, nor hear, nor eat, nor smell.’ How
precious is the promise that follows in that same chapter, ‘But if from
thence thou shalt seek the Lord thy God, thou shalt find him, if thou
seek him with all thy heart and with all thy soul. When thou art in
tribulation and all these things are come upon thee, even in the latter
days, if thou turn to the Lord thy God, and shalt be obedient unto his
voice (for the Lord thy God is a merciful God), he will not forsake
thee, neither destroy thee nor forget the covenant of thy fathers which
he sware unto them.’

“Verily I believe that we of the Anglo-Saxon nations are the literal
descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob—God’s own chosen people—so
that we have the strongest claim to these precious promises; but let
us never forget that they are ours only as we fulfil the prescribed
conditions; without true repentance and true faith we shall no more be
saved than those of other nations who do not seek the Lord while he may
be found and call upon him while he is near.”

Just then little feet came pit-pat across the deck, a sweet child voice
calling out, “Good-morning, papa, dear papa, I’s an early bird too,
isn’t I?”

“Quite an early bird for such a wee one,” the captain answered, holding
out his arms, then as she sprang into them clasping her close and
kissing her fondly again and again; the next moment doing the same by
Grace, who had followed closely in Elsie’s wake.

The rest of their party soon joined them, then came breakfast and
family worship; after those an hour or two on deck; then the vessel
steamed into the harbor, her passengers landed and found the Woodburn
carriage in waiting, with those from Fairview and Ion; Edward and Zoe
with their twin babies in the one, Lester and Elsie Leland, with their
two boys, in the other.

Affectionate greetings were exchanged, and soon all were on their
homeward way. They found the drive delightful, the roads in excellent
condition, gardens, fields, and woods arrayed in all the luxuriant
verdure and bloom of the month of roses.

The children in the Woodburn carriage seemed full of mirth and jollity.

“Really I don’t believe anyone of you is sorry to be nearing home
again,” their father said, regarding them with eyes full of paternal
affection and pleasure in their evident enjoyment.

“No, indeed, papa,” cried the little girls in chorus, while Ned said in
his baby fashion: “I’s blad, papa; my home is a dood place; me ’ikes
it, me does.”

“Mamma echoes that sentiment, baby boy,” laughed Violet, giving the
little fellow a hug. “There’s no place like home; home with dear papa
and all the dear sisters in it.”

“Bruver Maxie too?” returned the little fellow in a tone between
inquiry and assertion.

“Ah, no; not just now,” Violet answered with a slight sigh, for she
loved Max and missed his cheery presence in the house.

“Ah, here we are!” the captain exclaimed presently as the carriage
turned into the driveway.

“And everything is looking oh, so lovely!” cried Lulu, clapping her
hands with delight. “And there is Marian on the veranda, waiting for
us.”

The other two carriages were not far behind. It had been arranged that
all should dine together at Woodburn; so they also turned in at the
gates, and presently all had alighted and were one after the other
warmly greeting Marian. She was glad to learn that Mr. Lilburn had
been invited to make Woodburn his home for some weeks and had accepted
the invitation, so that she would see much of him for a time at least
and become better acquainted. He had been so kind to her that she felt
already a warm affection for him as a near and dear relative.




CHAPTER VII.


MR. AND MRS. DINSMORE and Mrs. Travilla reached Philadelphia safely,
without accident or detention, spent a few days with their relatives
there, then, being urgently invited to pay a visit to the family of
their cousin Donald Keith—the brother of our old friend Mildred, wife
of Dr. Landreth, of Pleasant Plains, and father of Mary Keith, with
whom Edward and Violet spent some time in a cottage at Ocean Beach in
the summer after the death of their father—they did so.

About six years had passed since then. Some of Mary’s younger brothers
and sisters had grown up and married, so that her burdens were much
lightened, but she herself was still single and at home in her father’s
house.

Time seemed to have stood still with her. They found her the same
bright, cheery girl, looking scarcely older than she had looked six
years ago.

She was delighted to see again these relatives whom she had met and
learned to love during that ever-to-be-remembered summer in the
cottage by the sea, and very glad to hear all they had to tell of the
cousins who had helped to make enjoyable her effort at housekeeping
then and there. She had many questions to ask about them and the
little ones, and expressed an ardent desire to see them all again, to
which her cousin Elsie replied: “We are expecting to return home in a
fortnight, or a little sooner, and will be glad to take you with us if
you will go, Mary; will you not, dear girl?”

“Cousin Elsie, how very kind in you!” exclaimed Mary, both tone and
look full of delight. “But,” she added with a doubtful glance at her
mother, “I fear I could hardly be spared from home.”

“Now don’t be so conceited, Mary Keith,” laughed that lady, with a
mischievous glance into the flushed, eager face of her eldest daughter.
“I think I am quite capable of keeping house and attending to all
family affairs without a particle of aid from you. So if Cousin Elsie
wants you and you want to go, I advise you to set to work at once at
your preparations—putting your wardrobe in perfect order and adding to
it whatever may be needed. Oh, you needn’t look doubtful and troubled!
Your father has been greatly prospered of late, and I know will not
feel any necessity or inclination to deny anything desirable to the
good daughter who has been a very great help and comfort to him and me
through years of toil and struggle.”

Mary was affected even to tears. “O mother, how good and kind in you to
say all that!” she faltered. “I have done no more than my duty—hardly
even so much, I fear.”

“Possibly your father and I may be as capable of judging of that as
yourself,” returned Mrs. Keith in the same tone of careless gayety she
had used before; “and we think—for we were talking the matter over only
the other day—that our eldest daughter deserves and needs some weeks
of recreation this summer. We were discussing the comparative merits
of sea and mountain air, but finally decided to leave the selection to
yourself; and now doubtless Cousin Elsie’s kind invitation will decide
you in favor of a trip to the South, even in spite of its climate being
less suitable for the warm weather than our own.”

“It will be a change for her, at all events,” Elsie said, “and when we
come North again, as we expect to do in a few weeks, we may, I think,
hope to return her to you rested and invigorated. Or, still better, we
will hope to take her, with your consent, with us to the sea-shore for
a good rest there before returning her to you.”

Mrs. Keith and Mary returned warm thanks for this second invitation,
but it was not at that time definitely settled whether or not it could
or would be finally accepted.

“Ah, mother dear, I see now why you insisted this spring on my buying
and having made up more and handsomer dresses than ever I had in one
season before,” Mary said presently with an affectionate look and smile
into Mrs. Keith’s pleasant and still comely face.

“Yes, it is always wise to be ready for sudden emergencies,” returned
the mother playfully, “and I think you can easily be ready for a visit
to Ion by the time Cousin Elsie will be on her way home from Princeton.”

“Our plan is to start for home in about a week,” Elsie said, “as
the commencement will be over by that time, and my boys, Harold and
Herbert, ready to accompany us.”

“You are making us a very short visit, Cousin Elsie,” remarked Mrs.
Keith. “I hope when you come up North again you will piece it out with
a much longer one.”

“Thank you,” returned Elsie. “I should enjoy doing so, and perhaps may
be able to; but our plans for the season are not arranged.”

Then turning to Mary, “Our party is to pass through Philadelphia on our
return after the commencement. Can you not arrange to meet us there so
that we may travel the rest of the way to Ion in company?”

“I think so,” was the reply. “Can I not, mamma?”

“I see nothing to prevent,” said her mother. “We will have you there in
season if our cousins will let us know what train you are to meet.”

Mr. Dinsmore came in at that moment, and with his good help the
arrangements were presently satisfactorily completed.

To the great delight of Harold and Herbert, their grandfather and
mother arrived safely in Princeton on the evening of the day before
commencement.

The young men, though looking somewhat overworked, yet seemed in good
health and good spirits. They had passed successfully through their
examination and the next day were graduated with high honors.

Both grandfather and mother showed by their looks, manner, and words of
commendation and congratulation that they were highly gratified and not
a little proud of their bright, intelligent, industrious lads.

“And now, my sons, I suppose you are quite ready for home?” their
grandfather said when the congratulations were over.

“Almost ready to start for it, grandpa,” Harold replied with a joyous
laugh. Then turning to his mother, “Mamma, I have a request to make,
and I do not think you or grandpa will object to its being granted.”

“Not if it is anything reasonable, my dear boy,” she returned. “Are you
desirous to invite some friend to accompany us to Ion?”

“Ah, mother mine,” he laughed, “you certainly are good at guessing.
Yes, I should like to give a warm invitation from grandpa, you, and
ourselves to a classmate whose home is closed at present, his parents
being in Europe for the health of his mother, who is a sad invalid.
William Croly is his name—Will we call him—and he is as good, bright,
and lovable a fellow as could be found anywhere.”

“He is indeed, mamma,” said Herbert. “I esteem him as highly as Harold
does.”

“Then I think he will be a very welcome guest at Ion,” Mrs. Travilla
returned with a look of inquiry at her father, as if she would consult
his wishes as well as her own and those of her sons.

“I should ask him by all means,” said Mr. Dinsmore. “I judge from the
recommendation just given that he will prove a pleasant guest; besides,
the Bible bids us ‘use hospitality without grudging.’”

“And that is one thing I am sure you and mother love to do, grandpa,”
returned Herbert, giving a look of affectionate admiration to first
one, then the other.

“Yes, it is a great pleasure, therefore hardly meritorious,” his
grandfather said with a smile.

“Then I may bring Croly and introduce him, may I not?” asked Harold.

A ready assent was given in reply. Harold hurried away and presently
returned, bringing with him a young man who had a very pleasant, bright
face and refined, gentlemanly manners.

Mr. Dinsmore and his daughter gave him a pleasant greeting and kindly
shake of the hand as Harold introduced him, and after a little a
cordial invitation to accompany them on their return to Ion and remain
until they should all come North again for the summer.

Croly was evidently delighted with the invitation, and it did not take
much urging to induce him to accept it.

That evening they all journeyed to Philadelphia, where they were joined
by Mrs. Dinsmore and Mary Keith, and the next morning the whole party
started southward, a pleasant, jovial company.

They met with no accident or detention, and were greeted with the
warmest of welcomes on their arrival at Ion at an early hour on the
second day.

They took some hours of rest and sleep, then were able to enjoy the
family gathering which had been planned by Elsie’s sons and daughters
to celebrate the safe return of their loved mother and grandparents
from their visit to the North and the home-coming of the young
graduates.

The children and young people were included in the invitation, and not
a single one failed to be present. From Woodburn, the Oaks, Pinegrove,
Roselands, the Laurels, and Fairview they came, forming of themselves
alone a goodly company, full of mirth and jollity, which was in no way
checked by any of their elders, with whom they remained for a time,
hanging about those who had been absent from home, particularly Grandma
Elsie, and next to her the young uncles, who had been away so long that
they seemed almost as strangers to the very little ones; pleasant and
attractive strangers, however, inclined to make much of their little
nieces and nephews, a business in which their college friend, Will
Croly, took an active part.

Almost every one presently forsook the rooms and verandas to sit
beneath the trees or wander here and there about the beautiful,
well-kept grounds, visiting the gardens, hot-houses, and the lovely
little lakelet.

A handsome rowboat was there and the young men invited the older girls
to take a row around the pretty little sheet of water. Marian McAlpine,
Evelyn Leland, Rosie Travilla, and the two Dinsmore girls from the
Oaks accepted, but Lulu Raymond, who was with them, regretfully
declined, saying she knew papa would be displeased if she went without
his knowledge and consent.

“Why, Lu, you are growing remarkably good and obedient,” laughed Sidney
Dinsmore.

“For which we should all honor her,” said Harold. “The captain is one
of the best and kindest of fathers and his requirements are never
unreasonable.”

“Oh, of course not,” laughed Sidney; “only I’m glad he hasn’t the care
of me and control of my actions.”

“I’m glad that he has of me and mine,” returned Lulu rather hotly as
the boat pushed out into the water, leaving her standing alone on
the shore gazing wistfully after it. “How delightful it looks,” she
sighed to herself. “I wish I had thought of the possibility of such an
invitation and got papa’s permission beforehand.”

“You did right, little girl, and I am very sure that when your papa
hears of it he will commend you in a way that will give you far more
pleasure than the row could have done if taken without his permission,”
said a voice from behind her, and turning to look for the speaker, she
found Mr. Lilburn close at hand.

“Thank you, sir,” she replied with a pleasant smile. “I wanted badly to
go, yet I know I couldn’t have enjoyed it without papa’s permission.”

“I should hope not indeed,” returned the old gentleman.

“Oh, Mr. Lilburn,” cried Lulu, struck with a sudden thought, “there are
several in our company here this afternoon who know nothing of your
ventriloquial powers. Can’t you think of some way of using them that
will puzzle the strangers and furnish amusement for us all?”

“Suppose we consider that question—you and I,” he returned with a
smile. “Have you any suggestion to make?”

“How would it do to make them hear trumpets or bugles or something of
that kind in the woods near by, as you did to the Ku Klux years ago?”
she asked in eager tones, adding: “Grandma Elsie has told us the story
of their attack on this place when Mamma Vi was quite a little girl.”

“Ah, yes, I remember,” he said with a slight smile. “Let us sit down
here,” leading her to a rustic seat near at hand, “and I will see what
I can do to excite the curiosity of the strangers.”

“Oh, I’m glad now I was left behind!” Lulu exclaimed as she took
the offered seat and turned an excited, expectant face toward her
companion.

For a minute or more he seemed buried in thought, then suddenly the
clear notes of a bugle seemed to come from behind a clump of trees a
few rods distant from where they sat.

Lulu was startled for an instant and turned in that direction, half
expecting to catch a glimpse of the bugler. Then she laughed and
clapped her hands softly.

“Oh, that’s lovely!” she said. “They’ll be sure there’s somebody there
and wonder who it can be. Yes, see how they are turning their heads in
that direction.”

“Can you see the expression o’ ony o’ their countenances, bit lassie? I
canna, for my eyes are growing old.”

“Yes, sir. I can see that Miss Keith looks startled and astonished and
seems to be questioning Uncle Harold, and that Mr. Croly is laughing
and trying his best to catch a peep at the trumpeter. The others I
think look as if they are trying to keep from laughing. I dare say they
see you here, sir, and can guess what it means. Oh, there’s our Prince!
He seems to be in search of the trumpeter.”

Even as Lulu spoke she was startled by another bugle-blast seemingly
directly behind them, or from the branches of the tree under which they
sat.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, turning quickly to look behind her; then with a
merry laugh, “I wasn’t expecting your bugler to come so very near, sir.”

But the concluding words were almost drowned in Prince’s loud bark as
he came bounding toward them, evidently in search of the intruding
bugler.

“Find him, Prince, find him as fast as you can and teach him not to
intrude into the Ion grounds,” laughed Lulu.

But the bugler’s notes had already died away and Prince’s bark changed
to a low growl as he searched for him here and there, but vainly.

“So you have a bugler on the estate, eh?” Croly was saying, with an
inquiring glance at Harold. “One of your darkies, I presume? They are a
musical race, I know.”

“They are,” Harold replied with unmoved countenance.

“I thought the notes musical and pleasant,” observed Miss Keith, “but
they do not seem to have taken the fancy of your dog.”

“Prince—a fine fellow, by the way—is not our dog, but belongs to Max
Raymond,” said Herbert. “No, he does not seem to fancy the intruder,
whoever he may be.”

“Hark!” cried Rosie, “the bugler is at it again.”

“And this time it is a Scotch air,” remarked Mary Keith. “How soft and
sweet it sounds! But it comes from quite another quarter; yet I do not
know how the bugler can have changed his position so entirely without
any of us catching sight of him as he went.”

“It does seem odd,” said Croly. But his words were nearly drowned in
the loud bark of Prince as he rushed in the new direction, with evident
intent to oust the intruder this time. His effort was, however, as
complete a failure as the former one. The notes of the bugle died
softly away, the dog sniffed about the tree from which they had seemed
to come, but finally gave it up and trotted away in the direction of
the house. “Point out that bugler to me when we come across him, won’t
you, Harold?”

“Really I never knew that we had a bugler among our servants,” returned
Harold evasively.

“Nor I,” said Herbert. “But,” taking out his watch, “it is nearing
tea-time, and as we are likely to find plenty of opportunities for this
kind of sport, I think we had better now return to the house.”

No one objected, the boat was immediately headed for the wharf, and all
had presently landed and were sauntering along by the way that they had
come, Mr. Lilburn and Lulu accompanying them.




CHAPTER VIII.


“WHAT in the world has become of that bugler?” queried Croly, peering
among the trees and shrubs.

“Were you wanting to speak to him, Mr. Croly?” asked Rosie, gravely but
with some difficulty restraining a desire to laugh.

“No, not particularly, but I have a slight curiosity to see him and ask
for another specimen or so of his skill.”

“He seems to be skilful in making his disappearance, doesn’t he?”
laughed Rosie.

“He does, and I suppose I shall have to give up the hope of making his
acquaintance,” returned Croly. “But it is really singular that no one
of us has been able to get sight of him.”

“It is indeed,” assented Mary Keith. “I have been watching closely, but
without obtaining so much as a glimpse of him.”

“Well, cousin, don’t despair; perhaps it will be better luck next
time,” Herbert said laughingly. “Ah, we are just in time, for I see
they are setting the tables beneath the trees.”

“Oh, that’s good,” cried Lulu. “I think it is such good fun to eat
out of doors.” Then aside to Mr. Lilburn, “O Cousin Ronald, can’t you
do some of those things you did at Cousin Betty’s wedding? It would be
such fun.”

“Wait and see, bit lassie,” the old gentleman returned with a smile.

Just then Walter came bounding to meet them. “I’m glad to see you,” he
said half breathlessly. “I’ve been hunting all around for you, because
tea is nearly ready and Zoe was afraid you might not be here in season.”

“Eh, laddie,” laughed his brother Herbert, “so you forgot, did you,
that we had appetites and watches?—the first to remind us of our need
of food, the second to tell us when it was likely to be served.”

“I thought it kinder to hunt you up than to trust to appetites and
watches to bring you in good season to get everything at its best,”
returned Walter good-humoredly.

Then stepping close to Mr. Lilburn’s side, he asked in an undertone,
“Cousin Ronald, please won’t you make some of the same kind of fun for
us that you did at Cousin Betty’s wedding?”

At that Mr. Lilburn laughed, saying: “Well, well, laddie, you and your
niece here (you’re Lulu’s uncle, aren’t you?) seem to be of one mind in
regard to that matter. We’ll see what can be done.”

“Walter’s niece!” laughed Lulu. “He’s younger than I am and would be a
little uncle for me.”

“So I would,” laughed Walter in turn, “but if your father is my brother
I suppose you must be my niece, and you’d better mind what I say to
you.”

“I will—when it suits me,” she replied in merry retort.

They were now nearing that part of the lawn where they had left the
older members of the party and the little ones.

“Ah, I am glad to see you,” said Zoe, coming forward to meet them, “for
it is nearly time for the summons to tea.”

“Yes; we hope we have not kept you waiting?” returned several voices.

“Oh, no,” she replied cheerily, “you are just in good season. I heard
your father inquiring where you were only a moment since, Lulu.”

“Oh, did you, Aunt Zoe? Well, I’ll tell him,” replied Lulu, hurrying
away in his direction, for she could see him seated under a tree at
some little distance, with Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore, Grandma Elsie, Mamma
Vi, and several others. Lulu stole up behind him, put her arms round
his neck, and laid her cheek to his.

“Ah!” he said, taking hold of the small white hands, drawing her around
in front of him, and seating her on his knee, “where has this eldest
daughter of mine been for the last hour or so?”

“Down by the lake with the older ones, papa,” she replied, softly
stroking his beard with one hand and smiling archly into the eyes
gazing so fondly upon her. “I thought you were always willing that I
should go about the grounds here without asking special permission.”

“Yes, so I am, provided you do not go on the water without my knowledge
and consent.”

“I wanted to, but I didn’t,” was her reply. “You didn’t think I would,
papa, when you had forbidden me?”

“Certainly not, daughter. It would be a sad thing indeed if I could not
trust you out of my sight.”

Their conversation had been carried on in an undertone and the others
were not listening, but chatting among themselves.

In the mean while Cousin Ronald had drawn Zoe aside and held a moment’s
low-toned conversation with her, which seemed to interest and amuse
her. Then Edward joined them, Zoe seemed to repeat to him what the
old gentleman had said, Edward responded with a smile, then the three
separated, and the young host and hostess—the mother having resigned to
them her duties in that line for the evening—proceeded to seat their
guests at the tables, and servants appeared bearing the viands prepared
for their entertainment.

Mary Keith, Marian McAlpine, and Will Croly were all three at one and
the same table, Mr. Lilburn, Harold, Herbert, Rosie, and Evelyn Leland
sharing it with them. The last two and the brothers exchanged furtive
glances of amused expectancy. Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore, Grandma Elsie,
Walter, and the Raymonds occupied the next two; the rest of the company
others not far distant.

Almost every one seemed in gay spirits and all were blessed with good
appetites, the satisfying of which kept them very busy for a time,
though not to the entire exclusion of mirthful chat and laughter.

But when the more substantial dishes had been duly discussed, carried
away, and replaced by cakes, fruits, and ices, in a moment of
comparative silence there came a sudden sound as of flapping of wings
overhead, followed by a shrill call—

“Lu-lu! Polly wants a cake. It’s supper-time and Polly hungry.”

“Why, Polly, how did you get out and fly all the way here?” cried Lulu
in astonishment, and looking up, as did almost every one else, among
the branches overhead. “I didn’t think you knew the way; and there is
plenty for you to eat at home.”

“Lu-lu! where are you? Polly’s hungry. Polly wants a cup of coffee,”
came in return in what seemed evidently Polly’s own shrill tones.

“Go home and get it, then,” laughed Lulu. “You weren’t invited here,
and well-behaved people always wait to be asked before they go
visiting.”

“Polly’s hungry. Poor old Polly—poor old soul!” came in response.

“Why, where is she?” queried Grace, peering up among the branches of
the tree from which the sound seemed to come.

“I don’t know,” said Lulu. “I can’t just see her, but she has a good
hiding-place up there where the branches and leaves are so thick. But
how she found her way here I can’t think. Oh!” as she suddenly caught
sight of Mr. Lilburn’s face and noted the twinkle of fun in his eye.

“Perhaps you have given her too much liberty, Lulu,” her father said in
so grave a tone she was at loss to decide whether or not his suspicions
too had been aroused.

“So you have a poll-parrot, Miss Lu? Quite a talker too,” said Croly.
“I should like to make her acquaintance. Can you not tempt her to come
down?”

“I’ll try to keep her at home after this, papa,” said Lulu; “but shall
I see if I can coax her to come down now?”

“You may if you choose,” he answered with unmoved gravity.

“Tell her she can have a cup of coffee and anything else she wants if
she will come,” added Grandma Elsie, with a look of amusement.

So Lulu called, “Polly, Polly, come here and you shall have a cup of
the nicest coffee and anything else you want.”

Then for a minute or more everybody seemed to be looking and listening;
but Polly neither answered nor showed herself, and at length baby Ned
broke the silence with, “I ’spect Polly’s done ’way to our house adain.
She won’t tum when Lu talls her.”

“She seems to have taken her departure very suddenly,” remarked
Rosie. “Strange she should do so if she were really as hungry as she
pretended.”

“I don’t b’lieve she was, Aunt Rosie,” said little Elsie, “for nobody
ever gets starved at our house, ’cause papa always buys plenty for
everybody to eat.”

“It’s good food too, and well cooked,” added Grace.

“I think that is all true, Mr. Croly, and I hope you will come and see
for yourself,” laughed Violet.

“Hush, hush, hush! you talk too much, Polly,” came in a shrill scream
apparently from the top of the tree; then in a coaxing, complaining
tone, “Poor Polly’s hungry! It’s breakfast-time. Polly wants a biscuit.
Polly wants a cup of coffee.”

“Why, she’s quite a talker. I’d really like to get a sight of her,”
said Croly, making a more determined effort than before to do so.

“Humph! savin’ all your pity for hungry birds! Never a bit of it to
give a starvin’ human creeter,” snarled a man’s voice that seemed to
come from a clump of bushes a yard or two in Croly’s rear. Every head
at once turned in that direction, but the speaker seemed invisible.

It was Grandma Elsie who replied: “There is abundance of food here, and
I would have no one starve or suffer at all from hunger. Step up to the
table and your wants shall be supplied.”

“There is no empty seat at your table, ma’am,” snarled the voice.

“True,” she returned, “but there are abundance of seats near at hand,
and you can carry your food to one of them when you have received it,
and there sit and eat at your leisure.”

“Why, where on earth is the fellow?” asked Croly of Harold, speaking
in an undertone. “I cannot catch so much as a glimpse of him.”

“It really looks very mysterious,” returned Harold, with difficulty
repressing a smile. “What had better be done about it, do you think?”

“Surely that is for your mother to say,” returned Croly; “but if I were
in her place I should have the grounds thoroughly searched for that
impudent fellow, who is probably a thieving tramp.”

“Hardly, I think,” said Harold, “for they are somewhat scarce
hereabouts; at least, we seldom see one.”

“Ah? then you are fortunate in that respect.”

“But how odd that both bird and man should be invisible!” exclaimed
Mary Keith. “I must own that I cannot understand it.”

“No,” remarked Herbert gravely; “there are many things happening in
this world that we cannot understand.”

“But it surprises me to see how easily you take all this. Now I should
want to hunt him out and send him about his business before he does any
mischief.”

“Perhaps that might be the better plan,” returned Harold. “Here,
Prince,” as Max’s dog was seen slowly approaching, “hunt out that
fellow yonder,” pointing to the clump of bushes from which the voice
had seemed to come. “Sick him! sick him!”

At that Prince pricked up his ears, wagged his tail, and rushed toward
the bushes barking furiously; but only for a moment or two, evidently
finding no one there. He came slowly back with lowered tail and
drooping ears, plainly feeling that he had been sold, and mortified
that he had fallen into the trap laid for his unwary feet.

“Poor fellow,” said Herbert, “that chap seems as hard to find as the
bugler was a while ago; but never mind—you did your best.”

“Take him to the kitchen, Sam, and comfort him with a good dinner,”
said Grandma Elsie to a servant.

“Well, Croly, what is it?” laughed Herbert. “You really look as if you
had put on your thinking cap.”

“Yes, so I have,” returned Croly, glancing searchingly about, “and the
conclusion I’ve reached is that we must have a ventriloquist among us.
The next question is, who is he?”

“A ventriloquist!” exclaimed Mary Keith. “How delightful! Such fun
as we shall have if that is really the case! But who can it be? You,
captain?” looking searchingly at him.

“I should be very willing to plead guilty to the charge could I do so
truthfully, Cousin Mary,” he replied in a playful tone.

“Oh, no, I think it can hardly be the captain,” said Croly. “He was
not down at the lake with us, and doubtless the invisible bugler was
the ventriloquist, or the ventriloquist the bugler, whichever way you
prefer to put it.”

“There! I dare say you are right,” she returned. “Now, Harold, it was
you, wasn’t it? You may just as well own up first as last.”

“But really, Mary, I have nothing to own up to,” he said; “you are by
no means on the right track.”

“Then who could it have been but you, Herbert?” she queried, turning
laughing eyes upon him.

“I can truthfully aver that it was not I, Cousin Mary,” returned
Herbert with grave earnestness, though there was a twinkle of fun in
his eye that half convinced her he was in jest.

She wore a puzzled expression for a moment, then turning suddenly to
Lulu, “I wonder now if it can have been you?” she said, giving the
child a searching look.

“Oh, no, indeed, Miss Mary,” laughed Lulu. “I only wish I could say
yes, for there’s nothing I’d like better than to be able to make such
sport for myself and others.”

“But you know who it is?”

“Why do you think so, Miss Mary?”

“Something in your look and manner tells me that you know all about it;
besides, you were on the shore while we in the boat heard the sounds of
the bugle apparently coming from among the tree-tops.”

“Really, now, Miss Mary, I don’t see that all that proves anything
against me,” laughed Lulu. “Do you think it does, papa?”

“Not at all,” replied her father. “A ventriloquist on the boat might,
I think, make it seem to others that his voice came from among the
tree-tops on the shore. But really, Mr. Croly,” turning toward the
young man as he spoke, “I do not see that you have any positive proof
that there is a ventriloquist here.”

“Why, sir, did we not hear a strange voice speaking apparently from
yonder clump of bushes, and on examination find that there was no one
there?”

“True; but who shall say it may not have been some one very nimble and
fleet of foot who made his escape all too quickly to be caught?”

“Well, sir,” returned Croly slowly and with meditative air, “I suppose
that is just possible. Perhaps too the same fellow was the bugler whom
we all heard but none of us could see.”

“Edward,” said Mr. Dinsmore gravely, “you may as well have the
premises searched for that fellow; for one so adroit at suddenly
disappearing from sight might readily enter the house and carry off
valuables.”

“Yes, sir; I’ll see that he does not,” Edward replied with equal
gravity, but carefully abstaining from an exchange of glances with Mr.
Lilburn.

“Take care that he doesn’t steal your parrot, Lu,” said Zoe. “She’s
worth stealing, and as she is such a good talker I’d be loath to lose
her if she were mine.”

“Indeed so should I,” exclaimed Lulu. “I wouldn’t part with her for a
great deal; especially as she was a present from papa.”

“We will be careful not to leave her here when we go home to-night,”
said the captain.

“I hope you are not afraid to trust her with us, captain,” said Zoe. “I
assure you we would be good to her, and I dare say she would prove a
great amusement to my babies.”

“I have not a doubt that you would treat her well, sister Zoe,” replied
the captain, “and if Lulu is inclined to lend her for a few days, I
shall not object.”

“Then I’ll not take any trouble to hunt her up when we’re ready to go
home,” said Lulu.

All had now satisfied their appetites, the tables were presently
forsaken, and the company gathered in groups here and there under
the trees, some amusing themselves in playing games, others with
conversation; but it had been a long June day, and before the sun had
fairly set most of them were on their homeward way; for Mr. and Mrs.
Dinsmore and Grandma Elsie, hardly rested after their journey, began to
look weary. Mr. Lilburn, at the urgent invitation of the captain and
Violet, returned with them to Woodburn to complete his visit there,
which they said had not been half long enough. Marian too was with
them, so that they were quite a little party.

Grace and the little ones went directly to bed on reaching home, but
the elder ones passed a pleasant hour or two on the veranda before
returning.




CHAPTER IX.


“MOTHER dear,” Harold said, as he kissed her good-night on that first
evening at home after their return from Princeton, “Herbert and I are
decidedly hungry for one of the good old talks with you; but you are
too weary to-night. May we come to you early in the morning for the
dear old half-hour of Bible study and private talk before breakfast?”

“I shall be very glad to have you do so, my dear boys,” she replied,
regarding them with eyes beaming with mother love and pride. “I have
been looking forward with longing for the confidential talks with my
boys which have always been so sweet to me; especially in regard to
your plans for future usefulness as workers in the Master’s vineyard.”

“Yes, mamma, that is one of the principal matters about which we wish
to consult you—our best, dearest, wisest earthly friend,” said Herbert,
lifting her hand to his lips; “for who so wise, so loving, or so
desirous to help each of us to use time and talents in a way to make
them most helpful in the Master’s service?”

“I cannot lay claim to any great amount of wisdom, my dear boys,” Mrs.
Travilla returned with a smile, “but am certain no one can love you
better or feel a greater desire than I to see you earnest, efficient
workers for Christ. I want very much to talk over with you your plans
for the future, and think there could be no better time for doing
so than that early morning hour when we shall be more secure from
interruption than at almost any other. Now good-night, and may you rest
sweetly and peacefully on this first night at home after your long
absence.”

“May you also, dear mother, precious little mother,” said Harold,
passing an arm about her waist, and smiling down with ardent affection
into her still fair, sweet face. “I remember that I used to look up at
your beautiful face, regarding you as a protector, but I feel that now
I am yours—old enough and strong enough to defend you should any be so
base as to attempt to do you harm.”

“Ah, my dear boy, fortunately no one has, I think, any such desire,”
she said, returning his smile; “yet it is very pleasant to feel that
I have so many strong young arms to support and shield me. ’Twas very
pleasant in former years to be the protector of my little ones, and it
is not less pleasant now to find them so ready to return my love and
care. But now go to your beds, for you need rest and sleep to keep you
in condition for the arduous duty of which we have just been speaking,”
she added with playful look and tone.

“How early can we come without disturbing you, mother mine?” asked
Herbert, snatching another kiss as Harold released her from his arms.

“At seven, if that is not too early,” she replied. “Rosie and Walter
are usually with me about half-past seven, and the breakfast-hour is
eight.”

They were at her dressing-room door the next morning exactly at the
hour named, and found her ready to receive them. A pleasant chat
followed, the lads telling her freely of their plans and desires in
regard to their life-work; for diligent workers they intended to be.
Harold still clung to his early choice of the medical profession, and
Herbert, as devotedly attached to him as ever, and thinking he would
not prefer any other employment, had decided to study medicine also
unless his mother should, disapprove.

“No,” she said when he asked the question, “I shall be glad to have
you together; so unless you, Herbert, have a stronger inclination for
some other employment I shall be more than satisfied to see you a
physician; always provided you are a good one,” she added playfully.
“Is it your wish, my sons, to return shortly to Philadelphia and pursue
your medical studies there?”

“Not immediately, mother,” Harold replied. “We were talking the matter
over with Cousin Arthur last night, and he being willing to undertake
the business of instructing us, our plan is to stay at home with you
for some time, studying with him. That is, if you are satisfied to have
us do so.”

“Ah, I am much more than satisfied—most glad and thankful at the
thought of again enjoying daily intercourse with these two dear sons
who have been so long away from me during the greater part of the year.
But just now you both need rest and recreation. You must have an outing
somewhere for the next month or two, and I shall be glad to have you go
with me to sea-shore or mountains—or both—and hope to bring you back
refreshed and invigorated for your studies and such work for the Master
as you may find in this neighborhood.”

“Thank you, mother dear,” returned Harold; “you have made out a
programme that seems most inviting. I for one feel that rest and
recreation for a time will be very enjoyable, and work afterward much
more so than it could be at present.”

“I also,” said Herbert; “and it is certainly right to take rest when
needed; for the Master himself said to his disciples, when they were
weary, ‘Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest awhile.’”

“Yes,” assented his mother, “and we shall accomplish more in the end by
taking needed rest; yet,” with a smiling glance at Herbert, “we must be
on our guard against too much self-indulgence in that line.”

The young man colored and was silent for a moment, his face wearing a
slightly mortified expression. “Mother dear,” he said presently, “I
hope I have, in a measure at least, overcome my natural inclination to
indolence.”

“My dear boy, I hope and believe so,” she said in return, “else you
could hardly have passed so good an examination as you did.”

“Indeed, mother, he has been really a hard student,” Harold said, “and
I think will undoubtedly show himself such when we begin our course of
medicine.”

“I believe he will,” she responded with a loving smile into Herbert’s
face and laying a hand tenderly upon his. “I hope to see you both
eminent in your chosen profession and doing good to the bodies and
souls of your fellow-men. I think there are few more useful men in the
world than our cousin Arthur Conly, and few who are more loved and
respected than he; we all love him and have great confidence in his
skill.”

“I have respected and loved him ever since I can remember,” remarked
Herbert feelingly, “and can never cease to feel grateful to him as
God’s instrument in the saving of my mother’s life.”

“Yes,” she said, “I can never forget his kindness at that critical time
in my life, and I believe we have all loved him even better since that
than before.”

“I think you are right about that, mother; I know you are so far as I
am concerned,” Harold said, tears starting to his eyes. “Ah, when we
heard of the danger and suffering you had passed through, we both felt
that life without our mother would scarcely be a blessing.”

Just then Rosie and Walter came in looking bright and happy.

“Ah, mamma, it is so delightful to have you at home again!” exclaimed
the former.

“We missed you sadly, kind as everybody was to us,” added Walter,
putting his arm round her neck and gazing with ardent affection into
her eyes, then kissing her on cheek and lips.

“I suppose it was a little hard for my baby boy to do without his
mother,” she returned laughingly, holding him in a close embrace.

“Ah, mamma, I can take that name from you easily enough, because I know
it is only your pet name for your youngest son, but I’d be vexed enough
if anybody else should call me a baby.”

“You might well laugh at the absurdity if any one should, Walter,”
Harold remarked, regarding his little brother with an affectionate look
and smile, “for you are really a manly young fellow. I expect to be
very proud of you one of these days.”

“And I am that already,” said Herbert, “for the captain tells me you
are a fine scholar for a lad of your years. Besides, I know you are a
good and dutiful son to mamma.”

“Indeed he is that, as all my boys are,” the mother said, regarding the
three with loving looks.

“And can you not say as much for your daughters too, mamma—at least for
Elsie and Vi?” asked Rosie in playful tone, but with a wistful look.

“I can indeed, for them and for Rosie also,” the mother answered,
smiling affectionately upon her. “My daughters are all great blessings
for which I thank my heavenly Father every day of my life. But now let
us have our morning chapter together,” opening her Bible as she spoke.

The morning was bright and fair, and it was a cheerful, bright-faced
party that presently surrounded the breakfast-table.

“Saturday morning, so only two hours for lessons to-day,” remarked
Walter in a tone of satisfaction, breaking a slight pause in the
conversation.

“What! my scholarly little grandson rejoicing in release from the
pursuit of knowledge?” exclaimed Mr. Dinsmore in mock surprise and
disapproval.

“Ah, grandpa, you are just in sport, I know,” laughed Walter. “But
don’t you believe these older fellows, Mr. Croly and my two brothers,
are glad of their holiday? I just know they are.”

“Judging others by yourself, after the manner of older people, eh?”

“Yes, sir; and I’d like to know what’s going to be done to-day.”

“Well, I believe I can inform you. Everybody who wants to go, and has
been faithful in attendance to preliminary duties, will spend the day,
by invitation, at the Oaks; Rosie’s day and yours beginning when your
two hours of school duties are over.”

“Oh, I like that! I’m glad, Cousin Mary, that you are to see the place,
it is so lovely there, and was mamma’s home when she was a little girl
and when she grew to be a young lady; and there are the rooms that used
to be hers, and the one she was married in.”

“I shall be greatly interested in looking at them all, as well as glad
to visit Cousin Horace and his family,” returned Miss Keith.

“I believe we are all invited?” Edward remarked interrogatively,
turning to his wife.

“Yes, my dear,” Zoe replied, “even to the babies, who, I hope, will
have a good time together in the nursery or out in the grounds.”

“Yes,” said Rosie, “Sisters Elsie and Violet were talking of going with
all the children and young folks of each family. Aunt Rosie too expects
to be there with her husband and all the children. The Howards are
going also, the Conlys too; so that we shall be the same large party
that were here yesterday.”

“And next week,” said Zoe, “we are all to assemble at Woodburn one day,
at the Laurels on another, then at Fairview, and afterward at Roseland.”

“What a grand time we shall have!” continued Rosie; “and how can
anybody be expected to give his or her mind to lessons? I have serious
thoughts of petitioning my big brother—the captain—for a week of
holidays.”

“How would it do to beg off from attendance upon the parties in order
to do justice to your studies?” asked her grandfather in the tone of
one suggesting an agreeable alternative.

“O grandpa, I couldn’t think of being so very impolite,” she exclaimed.
“Surely you must know that my absence would spoil all the fun and
seriously interfere with any enjoyment others might find in being there
if I were with them!”

“But then we ought, any of us, to be willing to forego our own
enjoyment for the sake of your improvement in your beloved studies,
Rosie dear,” said Herbert in tones of brotherly affection.

“Ah, but I could not think of allowing such self-denial for my sake!”
she exclaimed. “I should even prefer rising an hour earlier in the
morning, or toiling over my tasks an hour later at night; and that is
what I think I shall do, if the captain proves obdurate in regard to
the granting of the holidays.”

“Which he will if I’m not greatly mistaken,” said Walter. “He said we
were to go on with our studies till the time for our usual summer trip
up North, and he’s a man to stick to his word if there ever was one.”

“Quite a strong recommendation, Walter,” laughed Mrs. Dinsmore, “and I
really think the captain is deserving of it.”

“The captain is a very agreeable man to have a chat with,” remarked
Croly. “I have seldom been more interested than I was yesterday in a
little talk I had with him in regard to mining interests in the far
West.”

“Yes; he owns property out there in which there are mines of great
value,” said Harold.

“Ah? I was not aware of that fact, and he did not mention it,” returned
Croly; “but in reply to a remark of mine, that I had been paying some
attention to mineralogy and thought of going out to examine some
land father owns in Arizona, he gave me a good deal of interesting
information, such as I have not been able to find in any publication on
the subject that I have got hold of as yet.”

“And should you question him on naval matters, or the history of our
wars—or indeed history of any part of the world, I believe he could
furnish all the information you might happen to want,” said Herbert.

“Yes,” said Walter, “it’s my decided belief that Brother Levis knows
about as much on almost every subject as you could find in any of the
cyclopædias.”

“That’s very strong, Walter,” laughed Edward. “The captain is, without
doubt, a highly educated, intelligent, and well-read man, yet hardly
a walking cyclopædia; a compliment at which no one would laugh more
heartily than himself, for he hasn’t a particle of self-conceit in his
make-up.”

“Now you are complimenting him very highly, Ned,” said Mr. Dinsmore,
“yet are not saying more than he deserves. I know of no man for whom I
have a higher esteem than Captain Raymond.”

“And I can echo my father’s sentiments. He is a noble Christian man,
the best of husbands and fathers,” said Mrs. Travilla. “I know of no
man with whom I could feel better satisfied as the husband of one of my
daughters. Evidently he makes Violet very happy.”

“And his children from the oldest to the youngest fairly idolize him,”
remarked Zoe.

“And you do not object to him as a brother-in-law?” said Rosie
interrogatively.

“On the contrary I like him extremely in that capacity,” was the quick,
emphatic rejoinder.

“Mamma,” said Rosie insinuatingly, “Captain Raymond thinks a great deal
of you, and as you are his mother, he ought to do as you say; most
assuredly in regard to his treatment of your own children. Won’t you
please send him word this morning that we ought to be allowed a holiday
next week? Do now; there’s a good, kind mamma.”

“Would you have me say what I do not think, Rosie dear?” queried her
mother in return, and with an amused look into the bright eyes of her
youngest daughter.

“Ah, mamma, how can you be so severe?” exclaimed Rosie. “Just think how
trying to Walter and me to have to set off for lessons at Woodburn not
only to-day, but every day next week, when you have only been with us
for a day now since your return from your trip to the North.”

“For that very reason you and I ought to go willingly and without
any fuss,” interposed Walter, with manly decision of air and tone.
“Besides, as I said before, I know it would be perfectly useless to try
to get Brother Levis to change his mind about the matter.”

“Then, my wise younger brother, I’ll not petition for your release from
to-day’s tasks, or those of next week,” said Rosie.

“Oh, has anything been seen of last night’s burglar?” asked Croly,
breaking the slight pause following upon Rosie’s last remark.

“I have heard nothing of him,” replied Edward, “and indeed had
forgotten his existence until you spoke, Mr. Croly.”

“And poor Polly. Has she been seen?” inquired Mary Keith.

The answer was in the negative; no one had seen or heard of her.

“Ah well, then I suppose she must have found her way back to Woodburn,”
said Mary.

“By the way, Cousin Mary, how would you like to drive over there this
morning?” asked Edward. “They will hardly expect us at the Oaks before
eleven o’clock, and Woodburn lies but little out of our way in going.”

“But,” returned Miss Keith, “we might perhaps hinder Cousin Vi in her
preparations for the day’s outing.”

“I am going to drive you over and call for Vi and the little ones on
the way,” said Grandma Elsie. “I think we shall find her ready to go on
with us after we have had a little call, just for you to see the place.
Then the captain will come somewhat later with his children and mine.”

“And how is Cousin Ronald to get there, mamma?” asked Walter.

“Probably in the captain’s carriage, or on one of his horses,” she
replied; “the dear old gentleman can go when and how he likes. All such
questions were not settled last night, but I know there will be no
difficulty in his way, or that of any other invited guest, in getting
there comfortably and in good season.”

“I’m glad of that, mamma,” returned Walter; “I’m very fond of Cousin
Ronald and wouldn’t have him stay away for anything.”

At that remark several furtive, smiling glances were exchanged by the
brothers and sisters about the table.

“He is a very pleasant old gentleman,” said Mrs. Dinsmore, “and I
haven’t a doubt will add a great deal to the enjoyment of the company.”

“Yes, madam,” said Croly. “I saw comparatively little of him yesterday,
but quite enough to make me desire a further acquaintance.”

“Oh, by the way Will, shall we walk, ride, or drive over to the Oaks
to-day?” asked Harold.

“I am ready for any way that suits you, sir,” replied Croly.

“Well,” said Mr. Dinsmore, “I see every one is ready to leave the
table. We will have prayers at once, and afterward settle all such
questions in regard to the doings of the day.”




CHAPTER X.


“MAMMA,” said Rosie, following her mother out to the veranda when
prayers were over, “if you approve I will go up at once and dress for
the day, getting Walter to do the same. It won’t take us long; then I’d
like to drive over immediately to Woodburn and coax Brother Levis to
let us all begin lessons at once, that we may get through and off to
the Oaks sooner than we would otherwise.”

“Very well, my child, I will order the carriage; for I think it would
be the better plan for you to drive over, as the roads are dusty,” was
the indulgent reply.

“Yes,” said Walter, who had followed and was now close behind them,
“I like that plan, for walking one would have to take either the very
dusty road or the wet grass; and I’d like to get through lessons as
early as possible, too. So I’m off to dress,” and away he ran, Rosie
following. Just then the telephone bell rang, and Rosie hastening to
the instrument found that Captain Raymond was calling from Woodburn
to say that his pupils there had requested permission to begin school
duties half an hour earlier than usual, that so they might be ready the
sooner to drive over to the Oaks; that he had given consent, and would
grant the same privilege to Rosie and Walter, if such was their desire,
and they would come immediately.

“Thank you, sir. We will be there in a few minutes,” returned Rosie,
then ran away to hurry through her preparations, while her mother took
her place at the telephone to send a message to Violet, to the effect
that she and their Cousin Mary might be expected at Woodburn about ten
o’clock to make a short call, after which they would go on to the Oaks,
taking her and her little ones with them if that arrangement suited her
convenience.

“Thank you, mother dear,” came back in Violet’s own sweet tones, “I
shall be glad to see both you and Cousin Mary, and you will find me and
my babies ready to accept your kind invitation.”

Rosie and Walter made haste with their toilets, were presently in the
carriage, and reached Woodburn just in season to take part in the
opening school exercises.

All went prosperously that morning; the lessons had been thoroughly
prepared, the recitations were so good that the captain felt entitled
to bestow unstinted praise, and his pupils were dismissed from the
school-room in gayest spirits.

“How very quiet the house seems!” exclaimed Lulu as they passed into
the hall.

“Yes,” said her father; “Cousin Ronald, your mamma, and the little ones
have gone on to the Oaks, and now we will follow them as soon as you
are all ready. Our large family carriage is in waiting; it will hold us
all nicely.”

They had only to put on their hats and gather up a few little things
they wanted to take with them, and they drove away, a merry, laughing,
jovial little party, so full of fun and frolic that time passed very
quickly, and all were surprised when they found the carriage turning in
at the great gates opening upon the beautiful grounds of the place that
had been Elsie’s home in her girlhood’s days.

The chat and laughter suddenly ceased, and all eyes turned upon the
lovely scenes through which they were passing. They were not entirely
new to any of them, and only comparatively so to Marian, as she had
already been there several times.

They were almost the last to arrive of all the large company of invited
guests, and as they neared the mansion there could be seen, here and
there on the lawn and in the shaded alleys, groups of grown people and
of children, some sitting in the shade of the trees, others sauntering
about or playing merry, romping games, while filling the air with their
shouts and gleeful laughter.

A cordial welcome was given the captain and his pupils, who quickly
made themselves at home in the grounds, scattering here and there among
other guests, according to inclination or convenience.

The captain, having exchanged greetings with his host, hostess, and
other friends and relatives, glanced about in search of his wife.

“You are looking for Vi, captain?” Grandma Elsie said inquiringly and
with a smile. “She is engaged in piloting Cousin Mary about, showing
her the places made memorable by having been the scenes of notable
events in her mother’s life when this was her own and her father’s
home. I believe they have gone down to what is still called Elsie’s
arbor.”

“Ah?” he returned, “and my companionship would hardly be welcome just
at present, I presume.”

“I cannot say, sir, but see no reason why it should not be,” she
answered, and thanking her, he at once set off in the direction of the
arbor, which was of course no unknown spot to him.

He found the ladies there, sitting together, gazing out upon the
lovely landscape—the verdant valley, the clear waters of the swiftly
flowing river, and the woods clad in the deep green of their summer
robes. Violet was speaking in low, feeling tones, Mary listening
evidently with intense interest. Violet had been telling of scenes and
occurrences described in “Elsie’s girlhood”—the time when Arthur, in a
fury of passion because she refused to advance him money without her
father’s knowledge and consent, even went so far as to strike her, and
was immediately soundly thrashed for it by Mr. Travilla; the time when
Jackson, her discarded lover, discarded at first in obedience to her
father’s command, afterward loathed by her when she had learned for
herself that he was a villain of deepest dye instead of the honorable,
virtuous man she had formerly esteemed him, came so unexpectedly upon
her there, sitting alone and undefended, and with a loaded pistol
threatened her life unless she would promise never to marry Mr.
Travilla; but now Violet’s theme was her father’s confession of his
love, and her mother’s glad surprise—the sweet story told to her by
that mother herself since the dear father’s death.

“Mamma told it to me after I had heard the same sweet story from
the lips of my own dear husband,” were the words that reached the
captain’s ear as he stepped into the arbor, and as she turned at the
sound their eyes met with a look of love as ardent and intense as any
ever bestowed by either one upon the other: they were as truly lovers
now as they had been five years before.

“Excuse me, ladies,” he said with a bow and smile, “I do not wish to
intrude, and will go away at once if my company is not desired.”

“It is no intrusion, I am sure,” was the reply of Miss Keith, while
Violet said with a look of pleasure: “We are only too glad to have you
with us, my dear. You have come in the nick of time, for I have just
finished my story, which, though new to cousin, would have been old to
you.”

She made room for him by her side as she spoke. He took the offered
seat, and they talked for a little of the lovely grounds and the beauty
of the view from that point; then rose and walked back to the house,
conversing as they went.

Violet led the way to the grassy lawn upon which opened the glass doors
of what had been in former years her mother’s sitting-room, and through
them into the room itself.

“This and the dressing and bed rooms beyond were mamma’s apartments
while living here,” she said, “and loving his eldest sister as he
does, Uncle Horace has kept them furnished all these years almost
precisely as they were when she occupied them.”

“I should think he would,” said Mary Keith, sending keenly interested
and admiring glances from side to side; “it is all so lovely that I
should not want to change a single thing, even if I did not care to
keep them just so in remembrance of her, as I certainly should.”

Mr. Horace Dinsmore, Jr., came in at that instant.

“Ah, Vi,” he said, “so you are showing your mother’s old rooms to
Cousin Mary. That is right. I spent many a happy hour here with that
dear sister when I was but a little fellow, for, as I presume you know,
she is twelve years older than I.

“Ah, how well I remember the heartache it gave me when I was told of
her approaching marriage, and that she would then leave our home for
Mr. Travilla’s at Ion. I could scarce forgive him for robbing me of my
sister. In fact I refused my consent, but to my surprise and chagrin
found that it made no difference.”

He led the way into the dressing-room. “This,” he said, “is where I
found her standing in her beautiful bridal robes, as the hour drew near
when she was to be given to Travilla. Oh, how beautiful she was! I
can see her yet—the lovely, blushing, smiling face, the shining hair
adorned with orange-blossoms, and the slender, graceful figure half
concealed by the folds of rich white satin and a cloud of mist-like
lace. I remember exclaiming, ‘You look like an angel, only without
the wings!’ and how I wanted to hug her, but had been forbidden lest
I should spoil or disarrange some of her finery; and what a heartache
I had at the thought that she was never to be the same to me again—so
entirely our own—as she had been before. She called me to come and kiss
her, and oh, what a strong effort it cost to refrain from giving the
forbidden hug! but she promised me an opportunity to give it before she
went; and the promise was remembered and kept.”

“Did you not hug papa instead, Uncle Horace?” queried Violet between a
smile and a tear, for she was thinking of that dear parent as gone from
among them never to return.

“Yes,” he said, “he kindly invited me to use him as a substitute for my
sister, which I did heartily, for he was a great favorite with me, in
spite of his robbing me of her.”

“In which room of the house was Cousin Elsie married?” asked Mary.

“Come and I will show you, pointing out the precise spot where she
stood during the ceremony,” replied Mr. Dinsmore, leading the way, the
others willingly following.

He redeemed his promise, gave a description of the adornment of the
rooms on that memorable occasion, of the grounds also, and ended with
the bride’s farewell to relatives and near and dear friends, especially
her almost idolized father.

“Yes,” said Violet, “mamma has always loved grandpa so very, very
dearly, and his love for her is, I believe, quite as great. Ah, uncle,
let us take cousin to the hall and show her the niche from which mamma
once fell when quite a little girl.”

“And I a baby boy,” he returned with a smile as he led the way; “but
it was not from a niche she fell, Vi, but from a chair on the edge of
which she stood, trying to reach up to hide a toy mouse behind the
statue there. The chair slipped from under her; to save herself from
falling she caught wildly at the legs of the statue, and she and it
came down together with a crash upon the marble floor. There is the
niche,” pointing it out, for they had reached the hall while he spoke;
“the figure occupying it now is one purchased to replace that broken by
its fall with sister at that time.”

“Did it fall on her? and was she badly hurt?” asked Miss Keith,
shuddering slightly as she spoke.

“No,” replied Mr. Dinsmore, “not quite upon her, but so nearly that she
had a very narrow escape from being crushed by it; she was stunned and
bruised, but that was all, and she was able to join in the sports of
the next day.”[A]

“Mary, that was in the winter which your aunts Mildred and Annis spent
here,” remarked Violet. “I suppose you have heard something of that?”

“Yes, I think I have,” said Miss Keith. “Cousin Percy and you, Cousin
Horace, were babes at that time, were you not? I think you said a
moment since.”

“I have been told that we were,” Mr. Dinsmore replied with a smile.
“Now I think I have shown you about all the places in the house that
are interesting from being connected with events in my sister’s life.
Most of our friends are at present on the verandas or the lawn; shall
we go out and join them?”

A prompt assent was given and he led the way. All the invited guests
seemed to have arrived; even Dr. Conly, who had been somewhat delayed
by professional duties, was there surrounded by the young people, who
were all fond of him as both relative and physician. Calhoun, the
Dinsmore girls, Evelyn Leland, Marian McAlpine, Lulu Raymond, Harold
and Herbert Travilla formed another group; but Calhoun, on seeing Mary
Keith approaching, left the others, advanced to meet her, and after
exchanging with her a pleasant “Good-morning,” invited her to a stroll
through the grounds, adding, “I presume you have hardly seen every part
of them yet?”

“No,” she replied, as they sauntered on together, and went on to tell
to what parts Violet had taken her.

“Ah,” he said, “I am glad the pleasure of showing the rest was left for
me. It is a fine old place, and being a near relative of the owners I
have seen much of it.”

“Yes, and I have been told that Roselands also is a fine old place,”
she returned; “and was not it Cousin Elsie’s home at one time?”

“Yes; for several years before her father bought this place and fitted
it up for a home for himself and her.”

“I think it was there she was so very ill while still quite a little
girl?”

“Yes; that was before my time, but when you visit us there, as I hope
to have the pleasure of seeing you do next week, I will show you the
room she occupied; no—I am forgetting that the house standing there
then was afterward burned down; but it was rebuilt, that part of it
being an exact reproduction of those rooms in the old house.”

“Burned down, did you say? How did that happen?”

“It was during the war,” he replied. “As I remember Roselands on my
first sight of it, it was a most desolate place—only the ruins of a
house there, the ground ploughed up by cannon, the grand old trees all
cut down, the lawn changed to a muddy field, the gardens a desert,
neither fences, hedgerows, nor shrubbery left, the fields overgrown
with weeds—all the result of that dreadful civil war for which I now
see there was no cause but the curse of slavery.

“But,” he continued, his voice taking on a more cheerful tone, “many
years have passed since then; our dear Cousin Elsie furnished the
necessary means for repairing damages so far as money could do it,
the passing years have helped, and Roselands again deserves its name;
in the eyes of its owners at least it is again a beautiful place, the
fields are fertile and scarce anything is left that reminds us of its
former desolation.”

“I am very glad indeed to hear that,” returned Mary, “and shall greatly
enjoy seeing it in its renewed beauty. This place it would seem
escaped better than Roselands?”

“Far better; indeed had, I believe, suffered only from some years of
neglect. It was quite habitable; so uncle kindly gave us all shelter
here for a time—that is, until Roselands was ready to receive us.”

“That was very kind,” responded Mary.

“It was indeed,” said Calhoun. “I cannot tell you how strongly I am
attached to uncle, Aunt Rose, Cousin Elsie, and indeed the whole
family.”

Just then a turn in the walk brought them face to face with another
small party of young people—the Dinsmore girls, Rosie Travilla, Croly,
Harold, and Herbert.

“So here you are!” exclaimed Harold. “We were looking for you and want
to take you back near the house. We are to have a small lunch of cake
and lemonade handed about to us on the lawn, Aunt Sue says; after that
some games to make the time pass pleasantly until the dinner-hour.”

“With such inducements held out would it not be well to go with them,
Miss Keith?” queried Calhoun.

“Perhaps so,” she returned laughingly; “since I heard the lemonade
mentioned I have discovered that I am somewhat thirsty.”

“And I own that the announcement has had the same effect upon me,” he
said.

“Then come,” said Herbert, leading the way by turning into another
shaded alley; “we will reach our destination sooner by this path.”

The day passed most pleasantly to all, the greater part of it spent in
sports in the open air; a grand dinner, served in the large dining-room
of the mansion, taking up an hour or more; then a time of rest and
quiet talk underneath the trees or on the verandas; after that more
games, followed by a light tea handed the guests where they were, and
soon after a pleasant ride or drive homeward.

FOOTNOTE:

[A] See “Mildred’s Married Life.”




CHAPTER XI.


THE next day was Sunday, always religiously kept by every family in the
connection. They all met at church in the morning, and most of the Ion
and Woodburn people again in the afternoon; first at the school-house
on the captain’s estate, where an hour was spent in the instruction
of the poor whites of the neighborhood, then in the Ion school-house
appropriated to the same use for the colored race of the vicinity.

Mary Keith, Harold, Herbert, and their old friend Croly attended and
took part in the exercises of both schools; for they were all earnest,
active Christian workers, full of zeal for the Master’s cause and
anxious to win souls for him.

Harold and Herbert dearly loved to talk over with their mother their
plans for future usefulness and the necessary preparation for it, and,
to their supreme content, contrived to get her to themselves for a time
on their return from the scene of that afternoon’s labors. The call to
tea broke up their conference.

The evening was spent in Bible study, religious conversation, and
sacred song.

It had been a day of rest from earthly cares and pleasures, and all
rose on Monday morning refreshed and strengthened in mind and body.

That day was spent at the Laurels, very much as Saturday had been at
the Oaks; Tuesday at Fairview. Violet claimed her right to be the next
entertainer of the connection, so all were invited to spend that day at
Woodburn, where preparations for their entertainment had been going on
for several days.

Eager, impetuous Lulu was almost wild with delight. “O papa,” she said,
when she and Grace had exchanged with him their usual affectionate
good-morning, “I do just hope we’ll give the folks the grandest good
time they’ve had anywhere yet. It’s a splendid day, and our grounds
never looked more beautiful. I could hardly get dressed for gazing at
them through my bedroom windows, and I thanked the Lord over and over
again for giving me such a lovely home and dear, kind father,” putting
her arms round his neck and giving him a second ardent kiss.

“Yes, daughter,” he returned, holding her close, “the goodness of our
heavenly Father to us is far, far beyond our deserts. I thank him every
day for the ability he has given me to make such a delightful home for
my wife and children.”

“Yes, papa,” said Grace, leaning up affectionately against him on his
other side, and slipping a hand into his, “I often think how very, very
good God has been to us children in giving us such a good, kind father,
when so many poor children have cross, drunken fathers who beat and
abuse them for just nothing at all, and don’t care whether they are
comfortably fed and clothed or not.”

“It is a sad truth that there are such fathers in the world,” he
replied, “and some who with all their efforts cannot comfortably feed
and clothe their little ones.”

“And other poor little ones who have no father or mother,” added Grace.
“Oh, I do hope God will let me keep my dear father as long as I live.”

“Do not allow yourself to be anxious and troubled about that,
daughter,” the captain responded tenderly, “our heavenly Father knows
and will do for each one of us just what is best.”

“Papa,” said Lulu coaxingly, “don’t you think you could excuse us from
lessons to-day? There will be so much going on that I know I shall find
it very difficult to give my mind to lessons, and I’m sure it will be
just the same with the others.”

“If I thought it for your good, daughter,” he said in reply, “I should
certainly say yes; but I do not. If you are diligent you can be ready
to receive your young guests by eleven o’clock.”

“But I think it will be almost impossible to give my mind to tasks when
it is so full of all that’s to be done and enjoyed through the day,”
she sighed.

“I am sure you can if you will exercise sufficient determination,” he
replied; “you have a strong will, and can put it to good use in forcing
Lucilla Raymond to resolutely put aside distracting thoughts and give
her mind for a time wholly to her appointed tasks. Show her that if she
wants to do right and please her heavenly Father, she will do it for
that reason; and if she loves her earthly one as dearly as she says,
she will do it to gain his approbation and make his heart glad that he
has so good and dutiful an eldest daughter.”

“So I will, papa,” she said, giving him another affectionate hug, “for
oh, I do want to make you glad that I am your very own child, your
very, very own, and don’t belong to anybody else in the whole world.”

“And that I am, papa,” Grace said, lifting to his eyes full of ardent
filial love. “I am every bit as glad to belong to you as Lu is.”

“And I quite as glad to own you, my own darling little girl,” he
responded, drawing them both closer into his embrace.

The breakfast-bell rang, and taking a hand of each, he led them down to
the lower hall, where they met Violet coming in from the veranda where
she and her two little ones had been taking the air.

Pleasant greetings were exchanged with them and with Mr. Lilburn and
Marian, who presently joined the family in the breakfast-room. Then all
seated themselves, the blessing was asked, and the meal began.

“Cousin Ronald,” said Violet, “I hope you will help to entertain our
guests to-day by the exercise of your ventriloquial powers, which have
not yet been discovered by either Cousin Mary Keith or Mr. Croly.”

“I should like to oblige you, cousin,” replied the old gentleman, “but
I fear I cannot think of anything new in that line.”

“Well,” she said, “we will hope some bright thoughts may occur to you.”

“Perhaps you might borrow a bugle again, sir,” remarked Lulu with a
little laugh. “I don’t believe they’ve found out yet who that bugler
was who played near the lakelet at Ion, when they were in the boat on
it.”

“No,” said Marian, “from something that was said yesterday, I am sure
they have not.”

“Such being the case, perhaps the fellow may take it into his head to
visit the wood here this afternoon or evening,” Mr. Lilburn remarked in
a quiet tone.

“Oh, I hope he will!” exclaimed Lulu, “and that he’ll play longer than
he did at Ion. I wonder if he couldn’t sing us a song too,” she added,
smiling archly into Mr. Lilburn’s eyes.

“Now perhaps he may if I tell him that a daughter of our entertainers
makes the request,” returned Mr. Lilburn gravely. “I’ll try my
influence with him, my dear.”

“Oh, thank you, sir!” she exclaimed with a merry laugh. “I am quite
sure he will not be able to resist that.”

“I just wish we had Maxie here,” said Grace, “for then we might have
one sing and the other play at the same time.”

“That would be fine,” laughed her father, “but unfortunately we cannot
have Max.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Marian with a look of surprise and pleasure, “now I
know who was the ventriloquist at Minersville!”

“There now!” cried Grace with a look of dismay, “I ought to be ashamed.
I never meant to tell that secret.”

“Don’t look so troubled, daughter,” said the captain, smiling kindly
upon her, “there is no great harm done. Marian would probably have
found it out before long without any help from you.”

“And I’ll try to make no bad use of my discovery,” added Marian.

“You and papa are very kind,” returned Grace, with a slight sigh of
relief.

“I suppose this is to be a holiday for the children, captain?” remarked
Violet with an inquiring look at her husband.

“Quite a mistake, my dear,” he returned pleasantly. “I do not think it
good for my pupils to have too many holidays, and have no doubt they
will enjoy play all the more for having done a little work first.”

“Yes, sir, no doubt we shall,” said Marian cheerfully, “and I for one
should be very loath to miss the lessons. I enjoy them, and am very
grateful to you for taking the trouble to teach me.”

“You are as welcome as possible,” he returned in the kindest of tones.
“Your companionship in her studies is of advantage to my daughter Lulu,
and makes very little more work for me.”

“You are very kind indeed to look at it in that light, sir,” was
Marian’s response, while Lulu gave him a most grateful, loving look.

Then a voice that seemed to come from the doorway into the hall said:
“You are the very best of fathers, sir, always ready to take any
amount of trouble for the benefit of any of your children.”

“Maxie! where is you? Tum and det some breakfus,” exclaimed baby Ned,
as he and all the others turned their heads in the direction of the
sounds.

But no one was to be seen there.

“Where is Maxie?” queried Ned, almost ready to cry. “Papa tell Maxie
tum eat his breakfus.”

“Maxie isn’t there, son,” said the captain pleasantly. “It was Cousin
Ronald talking in Maxie’s voice.”

“Papa,” said little Elsie, “maybe Maxie is there, hiding behind the
door.”

“Do you think so?” returned her father with a smile. “Well, you may go
and look, if you wish, and if you find him tell him papa says for him
to come immediately to his breakfast.”

At that Elsie made haste to get down from her chair, and ran to the
door calling, “Maxie, Maxie, papa says, come right to your breakfus dis
minute.”

Not finding Max at the door, she ran on down the hall, out upon the
veranda, looking searchingly from side to side, back again and through
the different rooms, calling, “Max, Max, where are you? Papa says, come
to your breakfus.”

Then on into the breakfast-room she came again, saying with a
bewildered look, “Papa, I can’t find Max. Where did he go?”

“Don’t you remember that papa told you he was not there, daughter?”
returned the captain pleasantly. “It was Cousin Ronald who spoke,
making his voice sound like Max’s.”

“Oh, I wish it was Maxie, ’cause I love him and want to see him,”
returned the baby girl, tears springing to her eyes.

“Never mind, papa’s dear little girl,” the captain said, lifting her
into her chair again; “we may hope to see dear brother Max here one of
these days; and then how glad we shall all be!”

“Oh, yes, papa; please write Maxie a letter and tell him Elsie wants
him to come soon,” she said, smiling through her tears.

The moment family worship was over, Marian, Lulu, and Grace hastened to
the school-room, where they were joined a few minutes later by Evelyn
Leland, Rosie and Walter Travilla. The lessons had all been thoroughly
prepared, so that recitations proceeded rapidly, and by eleven o’clock
all were dismissed with permission to spend the remainder of the day in
such sports as suited their inclination.

The guests had already begun to arrive, and directly the most of them
were scattered through the beautiful grounds exploring every nook and
corner of them. Then games were played—lawn tennis, croquet, and others
suited to different ages and tastes. A grand dinner followed in due
season, after which they sat on the verandas or under the trees or
wandered slowly through the wood and the shaded alleys.

Tea was over, the sun near his setting, and somewhat weary with their
sports almost all were seated in or near the verandas, when the sound
of a bugle broke the stillness, coming apparently from the wood where a
number of the young people had been straying only a half-hour before.

“There he is again!” cried Croly, starting to his feet. “Harold,
suppose we hurry out yonder and see if we can catch sight of the
fellow.”

“Oh, not yet,” said Grandma Elsie; “let us enjoy his music for a little
first. Hark! he is beginning the Star-spangled Banner.”

“Very well done,” commented Mr. Dinsmore as the last notes died away
on the air. Croly looked at Harold and half rose from his chair; but
the bugler began again. This time it was a Scottish air, and Marian
absently, and scarcely above her breath, sang the words:

    “‘Scots wha’ hae wi Wallace bled,
     Scots whom Bruce hath often led,
     Welcome to your gory bed,
         Or to victory.’”

The notes of the bugle died away, and all was quiet for a moment; then
Walter broke the silence:

“So that’s a Scotch tune, is it, Marian? I heard you singing Scotch
words to it—about Wallace and Bruce—and there’s scarcely any story I
feel more interest in—unless maybe tales of our own Revolution. They
were brave fellows, and I like to think I come of the same stock on
mamma’s side at least.”

“Yes, it’s a good stock to come of,” she answered, her eyes kindling;
“none better in my esteem; they have always been a liberty-loving,
God-fearing race—the great mass o’ them at least. But hark! there’s the
bugler at it again; nearer, and playing quite another tune.”

It was a simple little air, played as a prelude, and presently the
bugle ceased, and a man’s voice sang:

    “Thimble scolding, wife lay dead,
        Heigh-ho, says Thimble.
      My dearest dear, as Defunctum said,
      Death has cabbaged her, oh she’s fled,
      With your rolly-pooly, gammon and spinnage,
        Heigh-ho, says Thimble.

    “Thimble buried his wife last night,
        Heigh-ho, says Thimble,
      It grieves me to bury my heart’s delight
      With a diamond ring on her finger so tight,
      With your rolly-pooly, gammon and spinnage,
        Heigh-ho, says Thimble.

    “To cut off her finger and get this ring,
        Next came the sexton;
      She rose on an end and she gave him a fling;
     ‘You dirty dog, you’ll do no such a thing,
      With your rolly-pooly, gammon and spinnage,’
        Off ran the sexton.

    “She stalked to her home and she made a great din,
        Heigh-ho, says Thimble;
      He poked out his head and he said with a grin,
      ‘You’re dead, my dear duck, and I can’t let you in,
      With your rolly-pooly, gammon and spinnage,’
        Heigh-ho, says Thimble.”

All had listened intently, and for a moment after the song ceased, no
one moved or spoke. Then Croly started up, saying: “I’m bound to see
that fellow. Come, Harold and Herbert, will you go with me, or must I
search for him alone?”

“Oh, I have no objection to going with you,” returned Harold with a
slight laugh. “I hardly think he can be dangerous, and if he is I must
try to defend you, Will.”

“And in that case you may stand in need of my services also,” said
Herbert, joining them as they hurried down the veranda steps and along
the drive in the direction from which the sounds of the bugle and the
voice had come.

“I hope they won’t find him a dangerous fellow,” remarked Rosie with a
gleeful laugh.

“No, indeed, I hope not,” said Mary Keith, in a slightly anxious tone.
“Have you gentlemen any idea who he may be?”

“The bugler, do you mean, cousin?” asked Edward Travilla. “I won’t
say certainly, but I have an idea that he is a perfectly harmless old
fellow who occasionally haunts this neighborhood.”

“A crazy man?” she asked.

“No, not that, but one who enjoys surprising and mystifying those who
know little or nothing about him or his arts.”

“Well, I am glad to hear that he is harmless,” she said in a tone of
relief, “for knowing that, one can enjoy listening to his playing and
singing.”

“Do you think they will find him, Cousin Ronald?” asked Marian, in a
tone that sounded slightly mirthful.

“I, lassie?” he returned; “what should I ken aboot the folks o’ this
neighborhood?”

“Oh, you have visited here a good deal, and so I thought you might have
gained some knowledge of so odd a character.”

“More than that possessed by any o’ these cousins who live in the
neighborhood, lass?” he asked with a good-humored laugh. “Truly you
are paying your auld kinsman a high compliment.”

“I could not possibly pay you one that would be higher than your
deserts, Cousin Ronald,” she returned.

“Oh, hark!” exclaimed Rosie, “the bugler is at it again!” as a few
notes floated on the air; then the same voice they had heard before
sang again, apparently coming from a tree-top not many yards away:

      “Green grow the rashes, O,
       Green grow the rashes, O,
    The sweetest hours that e’er I spend
       Are spent amang the lasses, O.”

“He seems to be very fond of the lasses, but has nothing to say of the
lads,” laughed Walter.

“And they, it seems, can’t find him,” said Edward, as the three young
men were seen returning toward the house. “Well, lads, what success?”
he called to them.

“None as yet,” replied Harold, “but we are not quite in despair. Surely
we heard his voice a moment since, nearer the house than when he gave
us his Thimble song.”

“Yes, it seemed to me to come from the top of that magnolia, and
he must be very quick in his movements if he has got down from it
already.”

“What you doing? what you ’bout?” came just at that instant in a loud,
harsh scream, apparently from the same tree-top. “Breakfast-time. Polly
wants a cracker. Polly wants a cup of coffee.”

The three young men stepped close to the tree and gazed upward among
its branches.

“The parrot again!” exclaimed Croly. “Do you see her, boys?”

“Not I,” replied Herbert, “but it is quite dark up there where the
branches and leaves are so thick.”

“So it is,” said Croly. “Hi there, Polly! show yourself.”

“Go ’way!” screamed the harsh voice.

“Come down, Polly; we won’t hurt you,” said Harold.

“Polly’s hungry; Polly wants a cracker,” responded the harsh voice.

“Come down, and if you are the good bird you seem, you shall have a
cracker and a cup of coffee,” he promised; but the only reply was a
sound as of the fluttering and flapping of wings that seemed to leave
the tree and go farther away till lost in the distance.

“Gone!” said Croly; “and I did not catch so much as a glimpse of her.
Did anybody else?”

“And you haven’t found the bugler either,” remarked Mary Keith.

“No,” laughed Calhoun Conly, sitting beside her, “they are not very
successful hunters.”

“Do you think you could do better, Cal?” asked Herbert, as he and his
two companions came leisurely up the steps into the veranda.

“Well, I hardly think I should do worse,” returned Calhoun lightly.

“Then suppose you start out on the quest, find that bugler, and coax
him to give us another tune.”

Some soft, low notes came to their ears at that moment, as if in reply;
they seemed to issue from the depths of the wood, and the listeners
almost held their breath to catch them. As they died away Croly spoke
again.

“He seems to have made quite a circuit to escape us; and why on earth
should he? for he surely has no reason to fear we would do him harm.”

“Bashful, perhaps,” suggested Edward. “But why care to see him? Is not
hearing enough?”

“If Mr. Croly were a woman, I would suggest that he was probably
actuated by curiosity,” laughed Mary Keith; “but since he belongs to
the other sex, it must be supposed to be something else.”

“Dear me, Miss Keith, who would ever have dreamed you could be so
severe? You who belong to the gentler sex?” returned Croly, in a
feignedly mortified tone.

“Hark! there he is at it again!” exclaimed Maud Dinsmore, as distant
bugle notes once more came softly to the ear. “If you want to catch
him, I advise you to hasten in the direction of those sounds, Mr.
Croly.”

“Hardly worth while, since he is so adroit at getting out of the way,”
sighed Croly, sinking into a chair as if quite exhausted with the
efforts already made.

“Never say die, Mr. Croly,” laughed Rosie Travilla. “Gather up your
strength and pursue the investigation. ‘Try, try, try again,’ is an
excellent motto.”

“Yes, Miss Rosie, in some cases, but perhaps not in this, where the
game seems to be hardly worth the candle.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Walter, “the music seems to be coming nearer! Hadn’t
you fellows better start out and try again to catch the player? You
might be more successful this time. I wouldn’t like to give it up so if
I were in your place.”

“Then suppose you put yourself in our place, and start out in quest of
him,” suggested his brother Harold.

“I’ve no objections; I’m not afraid of him,” returned Walter, jumping
up; “but if you’d like to go with me, Cousin Ronald?” turning toward
the old gentleman, as if with a sudden thought, “I’d be very glad to
have you.”

Mr. Lilburn rose as if to comply with the request, but Mrs. Travilla
interposed.

“Oh, no, my son,” she said; “Cousin Ronald must feel tired after all
the exertion he has made to-day.”

“And I offer myself as a substitute,” said Dr. Conly, rising. “If the
fellow should happen to be vicious enough to knock you down, Walter, it
might be well to have the doctor along to see to your hurts.”

“Pshaw! I’m not a bit afraid of him,” said Walter.

“But your lack of fear is no positive proof that he is entirely
harmless; so I think it would be as well for you to have an elder
brother along,” remarked Herbert, following them down the veranda steps.

“Oh, come along then, and if the fellow attacks us, I’ll do my best to
defend you,” laughed Walter; and the three set off together for the
wood.

“Is this the bugler’s first visit to your place, captain?” asked Croly.

“I really do not remember having heard his bugle about here before,”
was the reply in a meditative tone, “but I do not imagine him a person
likely to do any harm.”

“Why, there is the hack from Union turning in at the great gates!”
exclaimed Lulu. “We must be going to have a visitor.”

It came rapidly up the drive and paused before the entrance; the door
was thrown open, and a rather young-looking man alighted, the captain
at the same time rising from his chair and stepping forward to greet
him.

“Captain Raymond?” the stranger said inquiringly, lifting his hat as he
spoke.

At that Mr. Lilburn sprang to his feet and came forward, exclaiming,
“What, Hugh, my mon, is it you?” grasping the young man’s hand and
giving it a hearty shake. “It’s one o’ my sons, captain,” turning glad,
shining eyes upon his host. “I was not expecting him, for he had given
me no warning of his coming.”

“You are very welcome, sir,” said the captain, taking the hand of the
young man in a cordial grasp.

At that Grandma Elsie, Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore, and Violet hastened
forward with like greetings and expressions of pleasure at seeing
him again after the lapse of years since their weeks of friendly
intercourse at the sea-shore.

“But you should be my guest, cousin,” said Mrs. Travilla. “We shall be
going home presently, and will be most happy to have you accompany us.”

“Oh, no, mother, it will not do for you to rob us of our guest so
promptly,” said Captain Raymond.

“No, indeed, mother dear, we must have Cousin Hugh here with his
father, at least for the first few days,” Violet hastened to say; and
so it was settled after a little more discussion, and a servant was
dispatched to the village for Hugh’s baggage.

Just as that matter was fairly arranged, Dr. Conly, Herbert, and Walter
returned to the house.

When they and Hugh had been introduced and had exchanged greetings,
Croly inquired if they had succeeded in catching the bugler.

“No, we didn’t get so much as a glimpse of him,” returned Walter. “But
then you see it was growing quite dark in the wood, so that it wasn’t
so very difficult for a nimble-footed fellow to make his escape.”




CHAPTER XII.


THE Conlys claimed it as their privilege to entertain the connection on
the following day, and before leaving Woodburn that evening gave Mr.
Hugh Lilburn a cordial invitation to make one of the company, which he
accepted with evident pleasure.

Again the weather was delightful, every one in good health and spirits,
and the host and hostess were most kind and attentive, making each
guest feel welcome and at home.

Roselands was again a beautiful place; its fields in a higher state of
cultivation than ever before, yielding excellent crops, Calhoun having
proved himself a wise, industrious, scientific planter and manager,
while Arthur assisted with his advice and professional gains; so that
they had at length succeeded in paying off all indebtedness and could
feel that the estate was now really their own.

Calhoun greatly enjoyed showing Mary Keith about the house and grounds;
calling her attention particularly to such parts of them as were more
especially associated with the experiences of his Cousin Elsie’s early
life; for Mary was a deeply interested listener to everything he had to
tell on the subject.

Toward tea-time all had gathered on the verandas and the lawn in front
of the house. The young people and little ones were somewhat weary with
romping games and roaming over the grounds, so that very little was
going on among them except a bit of quiet chat here and there between
some of the older people.

Walter, always eager for the sports Cousin Ronald could make for them
with his ventriloquism, stepped to the back of the old gentleman’s
chair and made a whispered request for an exertion of his skill in that
line.

“Wait a bit, laddie, and I’ll see what can be done,” replied Mr.
Lilburn, ever willing to indulge the boy, who was a great favorite with
him.

Walter took possession of a vacant chair near at hand, and patiently
waited. Mr. Lilburn gave his son a slight sign, hardly noticed by any
one else, and almost immediately the notes of a flute came softly to
the ear as if from some distance.

Instantly conversation was hushed and all listened intently. It seemed
but a prelude, and presently a rich tenor voice struck in and sang a
pretty Scotch ballad, the flute playing an accompaniment.

Many looks of surprise were exchanged, for surely Cousin Ronald could
not be responsible for it all; he could not both sing and play the
flute at the same time, and the questions, “Who are they? What does it
mean?” passed from one to another.

“What you doing? what you ’bout?” screamed a harsh voice, apparently
from a tree-top near at hand.

“None o’ your business,” croaked another.

Walter started up and whispered in the old gentleman’s ear, “Why,
Cousin Ronald, are there two of you to-night? or—no, it can’t be that
Max is here?”

“No, no, laddie, that guess is wide of the mark,” laughed Mr. Lilburn
in return, while little Elsie Raymond exclaimed, “Two Pollies! and we
have only one at our house.”

“Why, it’s very odd,” remarked Lulu. “I really thought my Polly was the
only one in this neighborhood.”

“I think the voice of the first one was hers,” said Mary Keith, “and
the same too that we heard at Ion; I recognized it when I saw and heard
her at Woodburn; but the other voice is a little different.”

“Yes, a little harsher,” said Rosie, “like a male voice. Polly must
have hunted up a mate somewhere.”

“Two cups of coffee!” screamed the first voice. “Polly wants her
breakfast.”

“Not breakfast, Polly, but supper,” laughed Walter. “You don’t seem to
know the time o’ day.”

“Supper! Polly wants her supper,” croaked the second voice. “Polly’s
hungry.”

“Just wait a bit,” laughed Walter; “we’ll all be getting ours
presently, and if you are good birds probably you’ll get some too.”

At that moment a bell rang.

“There’s the call to it now,” said Calhoun. “Walk in, ladies and
gentlemen—children too—and the pollies shall have theirs if they will
follow with the crowd.”

Every one accepted the invitation, and they were soon seated about the
tables; it took several to accommodate them all. A moment’s hush, then
Cousin Ronald was requested to ask a blessing, and did so in a few
words spoken in reverent tones. The guests were then helped, and the
meal began, a buzz of subdued conversation accompanying it.

The parrot at Woodburn had learned many words and sentences since
her arrival there; during Mr. Lilburn’s visit he and she had become
well acquainted, and under his tuition her vocabulary had been very
considerably increased, so that she could upon occasion, or when so
disposed, make herself a very entertaining companion.

Presently her voice, or one very like it, was heard above the clatter
of plates, knives and forks, and the buzz of talk, coming seemingly
from the mantelpiece some yards in Mr. Lilburn’s rear.

“Polly wants her supper. What you ’bout? Polly’s hungry.”

“Stop your noise, Polly,” promptly responded the other parrot’s voice.

“Cup o’ coffee for Polly, Mamma Vi,” promptly demanded the first voice.

“Miss Ella rules here,” laughingly returned Violet, “but even she
cannot serve you unless you show yourselves.”

“Why, where is dem?” queried little Ned, gazing in wide-eyed wonder in
the direction from which the sounds had seemed to come. “Me tan’t see
de pollies.”

“Nor can I, Neddie boy,” said his Uncle Edward.

But at that instant subdued voices were heard conversing in quiet
tones, apparently outside upon the veranda, but close to an open door
leading into the dining-room.

“That supper smells mighty good, Bill.”

“So it does, Pat. Come now, let’s just step in and help ourselves,
seein’ as they doan’t hev perliteness enuff to ask us in or hand out so
much as a bite o’ victuals to us.”

“Let’s wait our turn, though, and perhaps we’ll get an invite when
they’re well filled theirselves.”

“You’re not afeared they’ll eat it all theirselves?”

“Huh! no; how could they? There’s loads and loads of grub there; plenty
for them and us too.”

“Yaas, ’bout enuff to feed a regirment.”

Conversation about the table had ceased; every one was gazing in the
direction from which the sounds of the talk between the two rough men
seemed to come.

“Whar dem fellers? I doan see ’em!” exclaimed a colored lad engaged in
waiting on the table; “hear deir talkin’ plain ’nuff, though.”

“Ha, ha!” laughed one of the strange voices, “is that so, darky? Then I
reckon your hearing’s some better’n your sight.”

“Impident rascal!” returned the colored lad wrathfully. “Mr. Cal, I’ll
go drive ’im out ef you say so, sir.”

“Yes, do so at once, Hector,” returned Calhoun. “We don’t want tramps
about to-day, and he seems a decidedly impudent one.”

Hector hurried to the door, but was back again in a moment, his face
ghastly with fright.

“He—he—dey am no dar, sir,” he gasped. “Couldn’t see nobody ’tall.
Whar—whar you ’spose dey’s done gone so pow’ful quick, sah?”

“Oh, don’t be frightened, Hector; they’re not likely to prove very
dangerous fellows,” returned Calhoun. “The probability would seem to be
that they have just stepped off the veranda into the grounds—scared,
you know, at seeing so powerful a fellow as you coming after them in
such a rage—and will be back asking for their supper in another minute
or two. However, as they may be lurking about, watching an opportunity
to help themselves, you may as well send some one out to look them up
and watch their movements.”

“Ha, ha, you’re a bit late with your precautions, mister!” exclaimed
one of the voices, now coming apparently from an inner room, “we’re
here already, and what’s more, defy you, sir, to put us out in a hurry.”

“That’s so,” growled the other voice; “’twould take any two o’ those
gents at the table to put me out; and I’ll not go a step till I’ve
satisfied my appetite with the best they’ve got.”

“Well,” exclaimed Ella, “if that isn’t impudence I never heard any.
But we are neglecting our guests, Art.; Uncle Horace’s plate wants
replenishing; the captain’s too.”

“Polly’s hungry; poor old Polly, poor old soul!” screamed from the
mantelpiece again the voice that sounded like that of Lulu’s pet.
“Breakfast-time. Polly wants coffee.”

“Hush, Polly! be quiet, Polly!” croaked the other voice. “Eat your
cracker and go to sleep.”

“Hold your tongue, Poll,” screamed the first. “Polly wants a cup of
coffee.”

Hector, who was a new servant, stood looking this way and that, gasping
and rolling up his eyes in terror, but the others, who were tolerably
well acquainted, by hearsay at least, with Mr. Lilburn’s ventriloquial
powers, had by this time recalled what they had heard on that subject,
and went quietly about waiting upon the guests.

Croly and Mary Keith had been most interested listeners, and when an
instant’s lull occurred, after the parrot-like screams, the former
said: “Well, ladies and gentlemen, I am now fully convinced that we
have, at least, one ventriloquist among us, though which of you it is I
have not been quite able to decide.”

“It may, perhaps, be easier to decide who it is not,” remarked the
elder Mr. Dinsmore, with an amused smile.

“Very true, sir,” said Croly, “and I have come to the conclusion that
it is not yourself, Captain Raymond, Doctor Conly, or my friends Harold
or Herbert Travilla.” With the last words he looked inquiringly at each
of the other gentlemen present. Not one of them seemed to him to look
conscious, and he felt that his question still remained unsolved.

Hector, still trembling with fright, and now and then sending a
timorous glance in the direction of the door at which the tramps had
last been heard, had listened in wondering surprise to the talk about
the ventriloquist.

“What dat, Scip?” he asked in shaking undertones, plucking at the
sleeve of a fellow servant, “dat vent-vent-erquis? Dis chile neber hear
of dat sort of ting afore.”

“You jess g’long an’ look fer it then,” returned Scip loftily. “’Pears
like maybe you find him in de parlor yonder behind de doah.”

The children had been looking and listening, wondering where the men
and the parrots were.

“Papa, where is de mans and birds? de pollies dat talked so loud?”
asked little Eric Leland. “Me don’t see dem.”

“No; they can only be heard, not seen,” laughed his father, “while
little fellows—like my Eric, you know—should be seen and not heard when
at table with so many older people.”

“Big folks talk very much, papa,” remarked the little one, smiling up
into his father’s face.

“So they do, and so may you when you grow big,” returned his father.
“And now, when at home with no strangers by, you may talk too.”

“Well, Hector, suppose you take Scip’s advice and go and look for those
tramps,” said Dr. Conly, addressing the frightened, perplexed-looking
young servant-man. “Don’t be afraid; I promise to cure your hurts if
you get any in trying to put them out.”

But Hector stood where he was as if rooted to the spot, shaking his
head gloomily in response to the doctor’s suggestions.

“No, tank you, doctah, sah, but dis chile radder stay cured widout
bein’ hurted fus,” he answered, retreating a little farther from the
parlor door as he spoke.

“Then come and make yourself useful,” said Ella. “Get your salver and
hand this cup of coffee to Mr. Lilburn.”

Hector obeyed, and Cousin Ronald, giving him a humorous look as he took
his cup from the salver, asked: “Are you really going to leave those
tramps in the parlor yonder to carry off whatever they please?”

“Why, sah, dis chile ain’t so powerful strong dat he kin fight two big
fellers widout nobody to help wid the business,” grumbled Hector,
looking very black at the suggestion.

“Oh, Hector, don’t be such a coward,” exclaimed Walter Travilla. “I’m
not very big or strong, but, if mamma will let me, I’ll go along and
protect you from them while you put them out. I may, mayn’t I, mamma?”
giving her an inquiring look as he rose from his chair.

But at that moment one of the strange voices was again heard at the
door opening on the veranda.

“Never mind, little feller; we’re out here and going off now; and we
haven’t taken a pin’s worth, for we’re honest chaps if we are poor and
sometimes ask for a bite o’ victuals.”

“Yaas, that’s so,” drawled the other voice.

A sound like that of retreating footsteps followed; then all was quiet,
and Hector drew a long breath of relief.

“Glad dey’s gone,” he said presently, then went briskly about his
business.

It was still early, not yet sundown, when those of the guests who had
little ones took leave of their kind entertainers, and started for
their homes. Edward and Zoe, with their twin babies, were among the
first. Herbert, too, excused himself, and on the plea of a letter to
write for the next mail went with them, riding his horse beside the
carriage in which the others were seated.

They took a short cut through a bit of woods and were moving rather
leisurely along, chatting about Cousin Ronald’s tricks of the afternoon
and speculating upon the seeming fact that he must have a coadjutor,
when Herbert suddenly reined in his steed, backing him away from the
vehicle, and at the same time calling out in a quick, imperative,
excited tone to the driver: “Rein in your horses, Solon! Quick, quick,
back them for your life!”

Even while he spoke the order was obeyed, yet barely in time; for at
that instant a great tree came down with a heavy crash, falling across
the road directly in front of the horses and so close that it grazed
their noses as it passed.

Zoe, throwing an arm round her husband’s neck and clasping her babies
close with the other, gave one terrified shriek, then for several
minutes all sat in horror-struck silence, feeling that they had escaped
by but a hair’s-breadth from sudden, horrible death. Edward’s arm was
about her waist, and he drew her closer and closer yet, with a gesture
of mute tenderness.

“O Ned, dear Ned, how near we’ve been to death! we and our darlings,”
she exclaimed, bursting into tears and sobs.

“Yes,” he said in trembling tones. “Oh, thank the Lord for his
goodness! The Lord first, and then you, Herbert,” for his brother was
now close by the side of the carriage again.

“No thanks are due me, dear Ned,” he replied, with emotion, “but let
us thank the Lord that he put it into my heart to come along with you,
and directed my eyes to the tree as it swayed slightly, preparatory to
its sudden fall. Look, Zoe, what a large, heavy one it is—one of the
old monarchs of the wood and still hale and vigorous in appearance. Who
would ever have expected it to fall so suddenly and swiftly?”

“I hardly want to,” she said, shuddering; “it seems so like a dreadful
foe that had tried to kill my husband, my darling babies, and myself.”

“How the horses are trembling with fright!” exclaimed Edward. “Poor
fellows! it is no wonder, for if I am not mistaken the tree actually
grazed their noses as it fell.”

“Yes, sah, it did dat berry ting,” said Solon, who had alighted and was
stroking and patting the terrified steeds, “an’ dey mos’ tinks dey’s
half killed. I dunno how we’s goin’ fer to git ’long hyar, Mr. Ed’ard,
sah; cayn’t drive ober dis big tree no how ’tall.”

“No, but perhaps we can manage to go round it; or better still, we’ll
turn and drive back till we can get into the high-road again. But
drive slowly, till your horses recover, in a measure at least, from
their fright.”

“Yes, I think that is the best we can do,” said Herbert, wheeling about
and trotting on ahead.

The shock to Zoe had been very severe. All the way home she was
shuddering, trembling, sobbing hysterically, and clinging to her
husband and babies as though in terror lest they should be suddenly
torn from her arms.

In vain Edward tried to sooth and quiet her, clasping her close and
calling her by every endearing name; telling her the danger was a thing
of the past; that their heavenly Father had mercifully preserved and
shielded them, and they had every reason to rest with quietness and
assurance in his protecting care.

“Yes, yes, I know it all, dear Ned,” she sobbed, “but have patience
with me, dear; my nerves are all unstrung and I cannot be calm and
quiet; I cannot help trembling, or keep back the tears, though I am
thankful, oh, so thankful! that not one of us was killed or even hurt.”

“No; it was a wonderful escape,” he said in moved tones; “a wonderful
evidence of the goodness of God to all of us; and thankful I am that
even the horses escaped injury.”

“Yes, yes, indeed, poor things! I’m very glad they escaped so well,”
she sobbed; “but for them to have been killed would have been as
nothing to having one of our dear babies hurt.”

“Oh, no, no! and we can never be thankful enough for their escape,”
he responded in moved tones, putting his arm around both at once and
drawing them into a closer embrace, while they looked from one parent
to the other in wide-eyed wonder.

“There, dear,” said Edward the next minute, glancing from the window,
“we are turning into our own avenue and you may surely feel that the
threatened danger is fully past.”

“Ah, no!” she returned, shuddering; “how can we be sure that any of our
grand old trees may not fall at any moment? I shall never, never feel
safe again.”

“Except by trusting in Him without whose will not even a sparrow falls
to the ground,” he said low and tenderly. “‘The angel of the Lord
encampeth round about them that fear him and delivereth them. O taste
and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man that trusteth in
him.’”

“And you are that man, and so the Lord has spared you and your wife
and little ones. O Ned, dear, ask him to make their mother a Christian
too.”

“My darling, I will; I do every day of my life,” he said with emotion,
and holding her close.

In another moment the carriage had drawn up before the veranda steps
and Herbert, who had arrived and dismounted a little in advance of the
others, hastened to assist them to alight.

“Why, Zoe, dear girl, how you are trembling!” he exclaimed, as he
lifted her out and set her on her feet. “Don’t allow yourself to be so
agitated; the danger is past, and by God’s great goodness we have all
escaped injury.”

“Yes, yes, I know it!” she said, “but the shock was very great, and I
cannot get over it yet.”

She and Edward went directly to their own apartments, taking their
babes with them; for Zoe seemed unwilling to lose sight for a moment of
any one of her three treasures.

But Laurie and Lily were soon asleep.

“The sweet pets!” murmured Zoe, leaning over them, her eyes full of
tears. “O Ned, suppose they, or even one of them, had been struck by
that tree and killed or badly hurt, how could we have borne it—you and
I?” She ended with a storm of tears and sobs.

“Only by the strength that God gives in proportion to our needs, dear
little wife,” Edward answered, holding her close and caressing her
with great tenderness. “He is ever faithful to his promise to his
people. ‘As thy days, so shall thy strength be.’”

“But I cannot claim that promise,” she sobbed, laying her head on his
shoulder, while he clasped her close. “But I want to be a Christian. My
heart goes out in love and gratitude to him for sparing to me my life,
my dear babies, and most of all my best and dearest of husbands.”

“And I should be very, very desolate without you and yours, love,”
he returned with emotion; “I cannot feel that I could do without you
even in another world. Ah, dearest, why delay any longer? why not come
now—at this moment—and give yourself to God? Surely you cannot refuse,
cannot hesitate when you think of all his loving-kindness to you and
yours.”

“I do want to be his,” she said, “but the way does not seem quite clear
to me; can you not tell me just how?”

“It is very simple. Just tell him that you are a lost, helpless sinner,
ask him to forgive your sins and save you from them. David’s prayer
was, ‘Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity and cleanse me from my
sin.... Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit
within me’—petitions that he is both able and willing to grant. He
says, ‘him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.’ Delay is very
dangerous, dearest, as the experience of this evening may well convince
us; we are sure of no time but the present. ‘Now is the accepted time;
now is the day of salvation.’”

A moment of silence followed, broken at length by a few low-toned words
from Zoe: “I want to do it, dear Ned. Let us kneel down together, and
you say the words for me. I will follow you in my heart, for I do want
to belong to the dear Lord Jesus from this time forever.”

They knelt down with their arms about each other, and in a few earnest
words he expressed for her her sense of sin, her desire to be delivered
from it, and to consecrate herself with all her powers and possessions
to God’s service, for time and for eternity.

Zoe followed with a fervent “Amen! Dear Lord Jesus, take me for thy
very own, and let me be thine, wholly thine, forever and forevermore.”




CHAPTER XIII.


SOLON had an exciting tale to tell in the kitchen while he gave his
horses a brief rest before returning to Roselands for the remaining
members of the family.

It was listened to with intense interest, and many ejaculations of
astonishment at the sudden fall of the tree and of thankfulness that no
one was hurt.

“My!” exclaimed the cook, “it would ’a’ been a’ awful thing if Miss
Elsie been ’long and got killed wid dat tree a-fallin’ onto her.”

“Yes, tank de good Lord dat she wasn’t dar,” said Solon; “but I reckon
she’d mos’ rather be killed her own self dan have such ting happen to
Marse Edward an’ Miss Zoe and de babies.”

“Course,” put in another servant; “Miss Elsie she’s got de kindest
heart in de world, and she loves her chillen and gran’chillen better’n
her own life.”

“I reckon dat’s so; but I must be goin’ back after Miss Elsie and de
res’,” said Solon, picking up his hat and putting it on as he passed
out into the grounds.

His story caused great excitement at Roselands, and the whole Ion
family, with their guests, hastened home in anxiety to hear the version
of the story Edward and Herbert would give, and to learn what had been
the effect of the fright upon Zoe and the babies.

Solon’s report was: “Miss Zoe she scared most to deff, and Mr. Ed’ard
he huggin’ her up, and comfortin’ her all de way home; an’ she’s afraid
of de trees on de lawn at Ion, les’ dey falls suddent—like de one in
de woods—and kill somebody. But Mr. Ed’ard he tells her to trust in de
Lawd, an’ she needn’t be ’fraid ob nothin’.”

“And the babies, Solon?” asked Rosie; “weren’t they frightened almost
into fits?”

“Not a bit, Miss Rosie,” returned Solon, chuckling; “dey’s just
’sprised, dey was, an’ quiet as two little mouses. ’Spect dey’s
wonderin’ what makes deir mudder cry so, and deir fader hug her and dem
up so tight.”

“Ah, here comes Herbert,” said Harold, who, with Croly, was riding
alongside of the carriage. “We’ll get the whole story from him.”

“Ah, has Solon been telling you of our adventure in the woods this
evening?” asked Herbert, reining in his steed near at hand. “It was
quite an exciting one, and we have great reason for gratitude over our
narrow escape.”

“As we all have,” returned his mother with emotion. “It was you,
Herbert, was it not, who saw the tree tottering and gave warning to the
others?”

“Yes, mother. I, being on horseback, had of course a much better
opportunity to see it than the others in the covered carriage; yet it
was a good Providence that turned my eyes in that direction at that
precise moment, and thus saved, possibly, all our lives.”

“Oh, we can never be thankful enough for that!” exclaimed his mother.
“But Zoe was very much frightened, Solon says?”

“Oh, very much, and no wonder, poor thing! But Edward took her and the
babies directly to their rooms, and I have not seen them since. I wrote
my letter, rode in to Union and mailed it, and have just ridden out
again.”

The carriage had been at a standstill while they talked, but now Mrs.
Travilla bade Solon drive on. They were very near home, and in another
minute or two had turned in at the avenue gates.

Edward was waiting on the veranda to assist them to alight, and his
mother at once inquired anxiously about Zoe and the twins.

“The little ones are asleep, and Zoe is resting pretty quietly now on
her couch,” Edward replied. “I suppose Herbert and Solon have told you
of our narrow escape from being crushed by a falling tree as we passed
through that bit of woods?”

“Yes; it was a wonderful escape,” Elsie returned in tones quivering
with emotion. “I can never be thankful enough for the spared lives of
my children. Would Zoe care to see her mother just now, do you think?”

“Yes, yes, indeed, mother! Shall I take you to her now? Our guests will
excuse us, I know, and we will leave the others to entertain them.”

Zoe, lying on the couch in her dressing-room, the crib with its
sleeping little occupants within reach of her hand, started up with
a glad cry, “O mamma, dear mamma, how glad I am to see you!” as her
husband and his mother came softly in and drew near where she lay.

Elsie took her in her arms and held her close with low-breathed words
of tenderness and love. “My dear girl! my dear daughter! thank God that
I have you safe in my arms again. How little I thought of such danger
when we parted an hour ago, and oh! to have lost you—my sons—Edward and
Herbert, and the darling babies, or any one of you!—ah, it is almost
too terrible to think of for a moment.”

“Yes, mamma dear; even the sudden danger, though we all escaped, gave
me a shock that has completely unnerved me. I cannot forget for a
moment how near we were to death—so sudden and dreadful—escaping only
as by the skin of our teeth.”

She shuddered and was silent for a moment, still clinging to her
mother, and held fast in her loving embrace; then in a low, sweet
voice, “Mamma, dearest mamma,” she said, “this terrible experience,
this narrow escape from a sudden, awful death, has proved to me a
blessing in disguise. I have given myself to God and feel that he has
taken me for his very own child; and oh, amid all my suffering from
shattered nerves, there is a sweet peace in my heart such as I have
never known before!”

“My dear, dear child!” Elsie exclaimed with emotion, “no sweeter,
no gladder tidings could have reached me. It is an answer to prayer
offered for years that you—my Edward’s wife—might learn to know and
love the Lord who shed his own precious blood that we might have
eternal life.”

“Yes, mamma, I wonder at myself that I could have ever resisted such
love, that I did not give him my whole heart years ago, and strive to
serve him with all my powers.”

“Yes, dear little wife,” Edward said with emotion, “what seemed to us
so terrible at the time has turned out a real blessing in disguise.”

“So may every trial prove to you, my dear children,” said his mother.
“I must leave you now; and Zoe dear, go to sleep in peace, fearing
no evil. Remember and rest upon those sweet words: ‘The Lord is thy
keeper; the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not
smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee
from all evil; he shall preserve thy soul.’”

Edward saw his mother to the door and kissed her good-night.

“My dear boy, I am very glad for you,” she said, “glad that you and
your young wife, the mother of your babes, are at last travelling the
same road, and may hope to spend a blest eternity together.”

“Yes, mother dear, I think I have great reason to thank God for that
narrow escape of ours from a sudden, terrible death,” he replied in
tones tremulous with emotion. “It was better than not to have been in
danger, since it has proved to be the means of opening Zoe’s eyes to
her guilt and danger as a sinner who had never sought pardon and safety
in the one way God has provided.”

“Yes, my heart sings for joy for her and for you. But she is quite
worn out; get her to bed and to sleep as soon as you can.” So saying
Elsie hastened downstairs, where she found the rest of her family and
her guests sitting in the veranda talking over the events of the day,
particularly the narrow escape of those present at the fall of the tree
in the wood.

Both Harold and Herbert sprang up at sight of their mother and hastened
to hand her to a comfortable seat.

“How is Zoe, Elsie?” asked her father.

“A good deal shaken and exhausted by her fright, papa; but I hope a
night’s sleep will restore her to usual health and spirits.

“O Herbert, my dear son,” turning to him, “how thankful I am for your
escape as well as for theirs!”

“As I am for your sake, mother, as well as my own,” Herbert returned,
taking her hand and carrying it to his lips; for he had seated himself
close at her side.

“There’s the telephone bell!” exclaimed Rosie, springing to her feet
and running into the hall.

She found that Captain Raymond was calling from Woodburn to ask after
Edward, Zoe, and the others who had been present at the fall of the
tree. He was glad to learn that they had escaped injury and were doing
well.

His inquiry was followed almost immediately by a similar one from
Fairview, then from each of the other places with which Ion had such
connection, and all expressed themselves relieved to learn that none of
the little party had been injured.

At Woodburn the captain and his two gentlemen guests sat conversing
together.

“This is a beautiful country, captain,” remarked Hugh. “Father and I
are so well pleased with it, and with the relatives we have found here,
that we have serious thoughts of settling in the neighborhood.”

“That would be pleasant for us,” said the captain, “and, by the way, I
heard to-day that our next neighbor talks of selling his plantation and
leaving the vicinity.”

“What! surely not that beautiful place that I was admiring the other
day?” questioned Cousin Ronald. “Beechwood I think you told me they
called it.”

“The very same,” replied the captain, “and we should all be very glad
to see you and your son settled there.”

“What do you say to that, laddie?” asked the old gentleman, turning to
Hugh.

“It sounds very inviting, sir,” was the smiling reply; “and would not
be too distant from our proposed place of business.”

“No, I think not; hardly more than fifteen minutes’ ride or drive from
the village if one has the right kind of steed.”

“Ah, you think of going into business in Union, do you?” inquired the
captain in a tone of surprise.

“Yes, I have been quietly spying out the land,” replied Cousin Ronald,
“and if Hugh agrees with me in thinking it a suitable place for a
factory, I think we shall buy and build there.”

“That is a pleasant prospect for us,” said Captain Raymond. “If you
like, I will drive you both over there to-morrow and also take you to
look at Beechwood.”

The offer was at once accepted with thanks, and dismissing his pupils a
little earlier than usual the next morning, the captain fulfilled his
promise to his guests.

When they returned, the news they brought was that they had secured
a suitable site for a factory in the outskirts of Union, and were
carrying on negotiations for the purchase of Beechwood.

“But who is going to keep house for you, Cousin Ronald?” asked Lulu.

“Marian, I hope,” replied the old gentleman, looking smilingly at her.
“You can do that in addition to attending to your studies, can you not,
my bonny lassie?”

“I can try,” she said with a look of delight; “for oh, but it would be
pleasant to have a home with my dear, kind old kinsman.”

“And so near to us, Marian. I hope you are as glad of that as I am,”
exclaimed Lulu.

“Oh, yes, yes, indeed!” cried Marian. “I hope there will be seldom a
day when we shall not see each other; for you are like a sister to me.”

“And you will come here to recite every school day, I hope,” said the
captain, “for I do not want to lose so painstaking, industrious, and
promising a pupil.”

“Nor I so good and kind a teacher,” responded Marian, looking her
thanks.

“I am much pleased with the place and its near vicinity to this one,
the home of kind and congenial relatives,” remarked Hugh Lilburn,
“but as yet we are not entirely sure of securing it. You know the old
saying, ‘There’s many a slip ’twixt the cup and the lip.’”

“Very true, laddie,” said his father, “yet in this case I feel little
apprehension of failure.”

“Do you not like the house, Cousin Hugh?” asked Marian.

“It suits me nicely,” he replied, “and I think you can hardly fail to
like it. The grounds too are to my taste. I think if we are successful
in securing it, it will make us a delightful home.”

By the next evening he was able to say they had secured it, and would
get possession in a fortnight. Marian and Lulu were full of delight,
and indeed every one seemed much pleased.

“Will you move in as soon as the other folks are out, Cousin Ronald?”
asked Grace.

“We hope to do so,” he replied. “However, we shall need to do some
furnishing first. This is Saturday evening: Cousin Vi, do you think you
and your mother could go with us to the city next Monday and help us
make our selection?”

“Yes, indeed; I shall be delighted to do so, and I have no doubt mamma
will gladly accompany us. Marian is to be one of the party, I suppose?”

“Oh, yes, if the captain will give her leave of absence for a few
hours?”

“Certainly, for an occasion so important,” the captain said pleasantly.

“If it were holiday time Lulu too should be invited to accompany us,”
remarked Mr. Lilburn, “and I hope there will be another time when she
can.”

“Thank you, sir, I should be glad to go along if it were not that I
know papa wants me to stay at home and attend to lessons; and I don’t
want to miss them, as our holidays will soon begin.”

“That’s right, lassie,” he said; “make good use of your fine
opportunities, and learn all you can in these young days that you may
be the better prepared for usefulness in future years.”

“Yes, sir; that is just what papa often says to us,” replied Lulu, with
a loving smile up into her father’s face; “and I’ve found out that he
always knows best about whatever concerns me.

“Quite a fortunate discovery for you,” returned Mr. Lilburn with a
kindly smile, while the captain’s look was full of gratified approval.

“My dear little daughter,” he said when he came to bid her good-night
in her room, “your willingness to stay at home and attend to lessons
instead of going to the city to help Marian with her shopping pleases
me very much, because it shows that you have confidence in your
father’s wisdom and his love for you.”

He smoothed her hair caressingly and kissed her as he spoke.

“Thank you for telling me that, you dear papa,” she returned, her eyes
shining. “I know you love me, and that your requirements are always
meant for my good; also that you are very wise and know what is best
for your own little girl. Oh, I’m so glad I am your very own!” she
added, hugging him with all her strength.

“Not gladder than I am to own you, my darling,” he said, repeating
his caress. “I should like to give you the pleasure of going were it
not that I feel that you have had already more interruptions to your
studies than ought really to have been allowed.”

“Yes, papa, I believe I have,” she returned, “and as I do want to be as
well educated as possible, so that I may be very useful if God spares
my life, I really do not want you to indulge me more in play-times and
holidays than you think best.”




CHAPTER XIV.


THE next day was the Sabbath, and spent as that holy day usually was
by our friends at Ion, Woodburn, and by their near kindred on the
neighboring estates. To Zoe, rejoicing in her new hope—the blessed
hope that she was indeed a child of God and an heir of glory—it was a
sweetly solemn and happy day, and to her young husband almost equally
so. They attended church in company with the other members of the
family and received many kindly greetings and inquiries in regard to
the narrow escape of Thursday night.

Grace Raymond seemed very thoughtful on the homeward drive. “Papa,” she
asked at length, “do trees often fall suddenly like that one that came
so near killing Aunt Zoe and the rest?”

“I think not very often, daughter,” he replied. “I have heard of only
one other such occurrence. Some years ago, out in Wisconsin, two little
girls, sisters, were walking along near the edge of one of those pretty
little lakes of which there are so many in that State, when suddenly a
tree fell, striking one of the children to the ground, crushing her to
death instantly. Her sister, who had escaped unhurt, but was of course
terribly frightened and distressed, tried hard to move the tree and
drag her out from under it, but could not, so had to leave her there
and go for help.

“They were the children of a poor woman who was washing for some one
who lived on the other side of the lake, and it was while the little
girls were on their way to their mother, probably to see her home when
her day’s work was done, that this dreadful accident happened.”

“Oh, how sad!” sighed Grace; “and was the little girl the tree fell on
dead, did you say, papa?”

“Yes, quite dead; probably instantly killed by the blow. It seems very
sad; yet it is quite possible she may have suffered less than she would
had she died after weeks of sickness and pain.”

“Oh, it makes me feel afraid to go into the woods again, to walk or to
play.”

“It need not, daughter; it is a rare occurrence. We all have to die
somewhere and somehow, and the only thing that need concern us is to
be ready whenever God shall call. It is wrong to needlessly rush into
danger and throw our lives away; we have no right to do that, though
we have a right and it is a duty to brave danger when by so doing we
can save others. And if we love the Lord Jesus and trust in him for
salvation, we need not be afraid of sudden death, for sudden death will
be to us sudden glory. ‘Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and
thy staff they comfort me.’”

“It is very sweet to know that Jesus will be with us through that dark
valley, papa. Oh, I should be so afraid to go alone, and even you, my
dear father who loves me so dearly, could not go with me.”

“No, my darling, dearly as I love you, I will have to let you go alone
should God call you first,” he said with emotion. “But you need not
fear to go nor I to part with you, for you will be ‘safe in the arms of
Jesus, safe on his gentle breast.’”

“Yes, papa; and if I go first, how glad I’ll be when you come, and if
you go first, how glad you’ll be to see me when I come.”

“Yes, indeed, my precious child; and to greet all my other loved ones
when they too are brought home, and we are all there together free from
sin and sorrow and pain, never to part again, but to dwell forever with
the Lord, serving him in joy and peace and love throughout a blest
eternity.”

“Oh, what a blessed hope it is!” said Violet, tears shining in her
eyes. “And how thankful I am that almost every one whom I love very
dearly is a Christian!

    “‘Forever with the Lord,
       Amen, so let it be;
     Life from the dead is in that word,
       ’Tis immortality.’”

Marian had been greatly impressed by the sermon, the subject of which
was the shortness and uncertainty of life. She was very quiet and
thoughtful that afternoon and evening, but woke the next morning full
of thoughts of the shopping expedition of that day, which would be a
rather new experience to her.

She rose an hour earlier than usual, busied herself with her lessons
for the day, and at breakfast-time was able to tell the captain that
she felt prepared to recite then or on her return from the city, if it
suited him to hear her.

“Yes,” he said, “at either time, as you may prefer.”

“Oh, thank you sir!” she returned; “then, if you please, let it be
before I go, for it will be a relief to have them off my mind and
nothing to think of but the purchases we are going to make.”

So it happened that the recitations were over before the arrival of the
carriage from Ion bringing Grandma Elsie to join the shoppers, Rosie
and Walter to attend to school duties.

It was not quite time to begin work in the school-room, so those who
were to remain behind gathered on the veranda to see the shoppers off.

Lulu watched them rather wistfully, and could not quite repress a
little sigh of regret that she was not to be of the number, but
catching her father’s eye and smile, her face grew bright again.

He had just turned and stepped back into the veranda, after handing
the ladies into the carriage, and it was driving away toward the great
gates opening on the high-road.

“Are you all sadly disappointed at being left behind?” he asked,
addressing the little group collectively.

“I should be, sir, if I had had any expectation of going,” replied
Rosie, putting on a hurt and indignant air, “but when mamma was invited
the other evening, through the telephone, and nothing said about me, of
course I understood that I was not wanted in the party.”

“No, little sister, it was rather that you were wanted in the
school-room,” replied the captain with a slightly amused look. “Now let
us all go there, and perhaps we may pick up something more valuable
than we could have found in the city stores.”

“I think perhaps we may, papa,” Grace said with a bright, pleased look
and slipping her hand into his.

“I think so too, papa, and mean to try my very best,” said Lulu, taking
possession of his other hand and moving on with him and Grace in the
direction of the school-room, Rosie and Walter following.

Rosie’s vexation was all pretence; she set diligently to work, as did
each of the others, and all went swimmingly with them and their teacher
till the day’s tasks were done and they dismissed to their sports.

Rosie and Walter had permission to stay at Woodburn until their
mother’s return, which was not till near tea-time. So they dined with
the captain and his children, and they were a very merry little party,
the captain jesting with them all in a way to both entertain the older
ones and help the babies to forget their mother’s absence.

They seemed to do so, and to be content and happy with their father
and sisters, yet when mamma returned to them received her with
demonstrations of delight.

Both the captain and Violet urged Grandma Elsie to stay to tea, keeping
Rosie and Walter there with her.

“We want a little visit from you, mother,” added the captain; “would be
very glad to have you stay all night and as much longer as you will,
but our family carriage will be at your service to carry you to Ion
whenever you desire to go.”

“Yes, mamma, do stay at least till after tea,” urged Walter; “it is
very pleasant here, about as pleasant as at home, and I think the
change may be of benefit to you.”

“So you are turning doctor, are you, Walter?” laughed Rosie. “It might
be well to engage Cousin Art to superintend your studies as well as
those of Harold and Herbert; though it seems to me it would be rather a
mistake to put so many lads out of one family into one profession.”

“That is a question that may be considered at some other time,”
returned Walter, with unmoved gravity. “Mamma, you will stay, will you
not?”

“Yes, since a visit here is the prescription of my little new doctor,”
Elsie returned with a smile; “and since the host and hostess are both
so kindly urgent.”

“Thank you, mamma,” said Rosie. “I am well pleased with your decision,
for I am just aching to question Marian as to all that has been bought
to-day for the furnishing of Beechwood.”

“Then suppose you and Lulu and Grace come with me to my room,” proposed
Marian. “I feel quite in the humor for talking, but must at the same
time make myself neat for the tea-table.”

The invitation was promptly accepted, and Marian made her toilet with
the others looking on and occasionally giving some little assistance.

“I suppose you bought beautiful things, Marian?” observed Rosie
interrogatively.

“Oh, yes, I think so,” was the reply. “Cousin Ronald was, oh, so kind!
Cousin Hugh also. They both seemed to want me to have everything to
suit my taste, particularly in my room; and the things we chose are
very pretty, I think, though of course not nearly so expensive as the
furnishings here in this room or in yours and Grace’s, Lulu.”

“But why shouldn’t they be?” queried Lulu. “Cousin Ronald seems to have
plenty of money and to think everything of you.”

“I really don’t know how much money he has,” returned Marian, “but I do
know that there is Beechwood to be paid for, besides the ground for
the factory, and the buildings that have to be put up, and I’m sure it
must take heaps of money to do it all. So I am more than content to
have pretty furnishings that do not cost nearly so much as what you
have here.”

“And I’m sure that’s just the right way to feel about it,” said Rosie,
“though I’m not at all sure it would have occurred to me to take all
that into consideration.”

“Very likely it might not to me if I hadn’t had to struggle with
poverty nearly all my life,” said Marian.

Then she went on to give a minute and, to the listening girls,
interesting description of the purchases made. The talk at the
tea-table that evening was first of Beechwood and a few repairs and
alterations needed there, then about the building of the factory,
the engagement of workmen and women, and the markets to be found for
the textile fabrics to be made by them under Hugh’s direction and
supervision.

Then plans for the usual summer outing in the cooler climate of the
North were discussed. Grandma Elsie, Captain Raymond, and Violet were
of the opinion that the start for that section should be made within a
week.

“You will go with us, Cousin Ronald, will you not?” asked Grandma
Elsie, turning to him.

“I think not, cousin,” he replied. “I want to be here to help my laddie
with his building and the adorning of the house that’s to make a home
for Marian here and ourselves,” smiling kindly upon his young relative
as he spoke. “But I quite approve of her accompanying you, for she’s
been a diligent scholar, the captain tells me, and occasional rest and
diversions are very good and desirable things for the young.”

“No better than for the old, Cousin Ronald,” returned Marian with a
grateful, loving look into his eyes; “and if you don’t need them I do
not, I am sure. I’ve had a very great change of scene and life, and a
long journey too, within the last few months, you know, and now there
is nothing I should enjoy more than staying here and helping you to put
the new home in order and place the pretty furniture we bought to-day.”

Cousin Ronald and Hugh both looked much pleased with her choice.

“Ah, lassie, you appreciate your privileges,” said Mr. Lilburn, “which
is more than can be said of everybody.”

“But everybody has not so many privileges or so great as mine,”
returned Marian, her eyes shining.




CHAPTER XV.


THE captain’s pupils were jubilant over the prospect of soon leaving
for the sea-shore at the North. Inquiries in regard to different
locations had been set on foot some weeks previous, and now it was
decided to take possession for the season of several dwellings in the
neighborhood of Cape Ann, Mass. In one of them, which was quite large,
too large to be called a cottage, the Ion and Woodburn families would
be together much of the time, a little building near at hand containing
the overflow when guests would render accommodations at the larger
house too small.

Edward and Zoe with their little ones would remain at home for the
present, that he might oversee the work on the plantation, and the
Fairview family would go for a time at least to Evelyn’s home on the
banks of the Hudson. The families at the Oaks and the Laurels were not
going North at present, but might do later in the season.

The Raymonds were to take their journey by sea in the _Dolphin_, the
others, with their guests, going by rail.

That was the plan at first, but only a day or two before they started
Mary Keith received a letter from her father giving her permission to
accept an invitation from the relatives to spend the summer with them
at the sea-shore, which she did with delight.

“Oh, I am so glad, Mary!” Violet exclaimed when she heard the news;
“and I want you to go with us on the _Dolphin_. Won’t you? It will be a
new and, I hope, pleasant experience for you, and we shall be so glad
to have your company.”

Captain Raymond, who was present, warmly seconded the invitation, and
Mary accepted it.

This talk was at Ion, where the captain and Violet were making a short
call. They took their leave almost immediately, saying that the time
for their preparations for leaving home was growing very short, and
there were a number of matters still claiming their attention.

Before they had reached the avenue gates the captain turned to his
wife, saying, “I think, my dear, if you have no objection, we will
drive over to Roselands for a short call before going home. I want to
say a few words to Cal.”

There was a twinkle of fun in his eye, and Violet returned laughingly,
“Yes, I understand. Let us go by all means.”

On reaching Roselands they did not alight, but said to Calhoun, who
came out to welcome them, that they were in haste, only wanted a few
words with him, and then must return home.

“Yes,” he said; “you leave day after to-morrow, I believe? Is there
something you would like me to attend to for you in your absence,
captain?”

“No, thank you,” was the smiling reply; “what we want is to take you
with us. You have not taken a holiday for years; we have plenty of room
for you on the yacht, and can assure you of pleasant company—the very
pleasantest you could have, for Cousin Mary Keith has consented to go
with us.”

“And you think that furnishes an additional inducement?” Calhoun
returned, coloring and laughing. “Well, I won’t deny that it does. But
this is very sudden.”

“You needn’t decide at once; talk it over with Art, and we shall hope
you will decide to go. We shall be glad to take you as a passenger,
though it should be at the last minute. Good-morning;” and with the
last word the carriage started down the avenue.

Arthur called that evening to thank the captain for the invitation to
Calhoun and say that it would be accepted.

“He really needs a rest,” he said, “and though I had some difficulty
in persuading him that he could be done without for a few weeks,
I succeeded at last, though a bit of information about a certain
passenger,” he added with a smile, “had probably more to do with his
acceptance than anything else.”

“O Cousin Arthur, I wish you could go too!” exclaimed Violet. “Don’t
you think you could?”

“Yes, can’t you?” asked the captain. “We should be delighted to have
you, for the sake of your pleasant company, to say nothing of the
convenience of having our medical adviser close at hand in case of
sickness or accident.”

“Thank you kindly,” returned the doctor. “I should greatly enjoy going,
especially in such pleasant company, but it would not do for Cal and
me to absent ourselves at one and the same time. Besides, I have some
patients that I could not leave just at present.”

“Then take your turn after Calhoun comes home,” said the captain. “He
would be a welcome guest as long as he might choose to stay, but if I
know him as I think I do, he is not likely to stay as long as we do.”

“No, not he,” said Arthur; “if he stays two or three weeks it will be
quite as much as I expect.”

“And we shall hope to see you after that,” said the captain. “Don’t
forget that ‘all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,’ and we could
ill afford to have our doctor so transformed.”

“Many thanks,” returned Arthur. “I sometimes feel that such a rest
would do me a world of good, and perhaps prevent or delay such a
catastrophe as you speak of,” he added with a smile; “but it is really
a very difficult thing for a busy country doctor to get away from his
work for even a brief holiday.”

“Yes, but I think he should take one occasionally nevertheless,” said
the captain; “since by so doing he is likely to last the longer, and in
the end do more for his fellow-creatures.”

“Very pleasant doctrine, captain,” laughed Arthur. “But I must be going
now, as some of these same fellow-creatures are in need of my services
at this present moment.”

“I wish you were going with us now, Art,” said Violet as she bade him
good-by. “It would be really delightful to have you along as friend and
relative as well as physician.”

“That is very good and kind in you,” he returned. “I won’t forget it,
and perhaps I may look in on you before the summer is over.”

That day and the next were very busy ones at Woodburn and Ion, and the
succeeding one saw them all on their way northward. Mary Keith was
delighted with the yacht, which she had not seen until she boarded
it in company with the Raymonds. It was a pleasure to Violet to take
her cousin down into the cabin and show her all its beauties and
conveniences, including the state-room she was to occupy on the voyage.

“Oh, how lovely!” cried Mary; “and how good in you to ask me to go with
you in this beautiful vessel. I am sure the journey will not be half so
wearisome as it would in the cars.”

“I hope not,” returned Violet, “but I hope you won’t be sea-sick; for
if you are you will probably wish we had not induced you to try the
voyage in preference to the journey by land.”

“And perhaps that you had my doctor brother as fellow-passenger instead
of myself,” remarked a familiar voice behind them—that of Calhoun
Conly—and turning quickly they discovered him and the captain standing
near by, regarding them with amused, smiling countenances.

“Welcome! I’m glad to see you, Cal,” said Violet, holding out her hand.

“Thank you, Vi,” he returned, taking the hand in a cordial grasp. “And
you, Miss Mary, are not displeased, I hope, that I have accepted an
invitation to join your party on the voyage and for a short time at the
sea-shore.”

“No, Mr. Conly,” laughed Mary. “Whom the captain and Violet choose to
invite is, I am sure, no affair of mine; nor should I object to your
company so long as you continue so inoffensive as you have been during
our brief acquaintance.”

“Thanks,” he returned, bowing low; “now I feel entirely comfortable.”

“That’s right, Cal,” said the captain. “And suppose we all go on deck
to see the weighing of the anchor and the starting of the vessel; for
the steam is up and we are about ready to move.”

An awning shaded the deck and a breeze from the sea made it a pleasant
place to lounge and read or chat. The children were already seated
there, watching the movements of the sailors and of the people on the
wharf.

“How d’y do, Cousin Cal?” said Lulu, making room for him and Mary Keith
on the settee she had been occupying. “I’m glad you are going with us,
and I hope you and Cousin Mary will have a good time, for I think a
journey taken on the _Dolphin_ is very much more enjoyable than one by
rail.”

“I have no doubt of it—if one is not attacked by sea-sickness,”
returned Calhoun.

“Are you likely to be?” she asked.

“Well, that I cannot tell, as this will be my first voyage,” he
answered.

“As it is mine,” said Mary.

“If you are both sick you can sympathize each with the other,” remarked
Violet laughingly.

But the captain had walked forward to give his orders, the work of
weighing anchor was beginning, and all kept silence while watching it.
Presently the vessel was speeding on her way, and they had nothing to
do but sit under the awning enjoying the breeze and the prospect of the
wide expanse of ocean on the one side and the fast-receding shore on
the other.

The voyage proved a speedy and prosperous one, continuous fair weather
and favorable winds making it most enjoyable. One pleasant afternoon
they entered Gloucester harbor, and before night were safely housed in
their new temporary home, where they found the Dinsmores and Travillas
awaiting them.

Mr. Croly too was there to join in the greetings. Domiciled with
relatives who occupied a cottage but a few rods distant, he passed much
of his time with Harold and Herbert, fishing, boating, bathing, riding,
or driving; pleasures that were now shared by the other gentlemen
and ladies and more or less by the children also; the captain, young
uncles, and occasionally Mr. Croly caring for them when in bathing and
seeing that they had a fair share of the pleasures of the older people.

There were many beautiful drives to be taken, some interesting spots to
visit. One day they took a long drive, much of it through a pleasant
wood, whence they emerged within a few hundred yards of the sea-shore,
there very high and rocky. They fastened their horses in the edge of
the wood, alighted, and walked out in the direction of the sound of the
dashing, booming waves.

Stepping across a narrow fissure in the rocks, the gentlemen helping
the ladies and children over, they could see that it widened toward the
water and that the sea roared and foamed like a seething caldron about
the base of the rocks, which were very steep and uneven, in many places
great stones piled upon each other in a way that made them look as if
it would take very little to send them toppling down into the roaring,
fuming water below.

Grace clung to her father in affright. “O papa, please don’t let us go
any nearer,” she said; “please hold me tight.”

“I will, my darling,” he answered soothingly. “We are in no danger
here, and you can just stand and look, seeing all you need care to.
Then I will take you back to mamma, over yonder where she is gathering
flowers for Elsie and Ned, and you can stay with and amuse them while
she comes here to take a look.”

“Yes, I’d rather be there,” she said, “for it seems so dangerous here.
O papa, see! Lu is going so near the edge. I’m afraid she’ll fall in.”

“Uncle Harold has her hand,” he said; “still I do not like to see her
venturing so near the edge. Lucilla,” he called, “come here, daughter.”

She turned about and came at once. “Uncle Harold was taking care of me,
papa,” she said; “but oh, it does look dangerous, and I shouldn’t like
to go climbing about over the rocks as Cousin Mary and Rosie are doing;
at least not unless I had you to hold me, papa.”

“I shall not take you into any such dangerous place,” he said, “nor
will I allow any one else to do so. Do you see that little cross
there?” pointing to a small wooden one driven in the rock near by.

“Yes, sir. What is it there for?” asked Lulu.

“As a reminder of a sad accident that happened here some years ago. A
party of summer visitors to this coast came out here one day as we
have done and went down near the waves. Among them was a very estimable
young lady, a Christian, I believe she was, a teacher too, supporting
her aged parents by her industry. She was soon to be married, and with
her were the parents of her intended husband.

“It seems they all went down near the waves, this young lady nearer
than the others. She seated herself on the rock against which the waves
dash up. Some of the others called to her that she was not in a safe
place, but she replied that she thought it safe; the waves did not
come up close to her, and they looked away in another direction for a
moment; when they turned to look for her again she was gone from the
rock, and all they could see of her was one hand held up out of the
boiling waves as if in a wild appeal for help. Help which they could
not give, for they had no boat and no other way of reaching her.”

“Was she drowned, papa?” asked Grace.

“Yes, my child; she could not live many minutes amid such waves and
rocks. They made all the haste they could to get help, but none was
near at hand, and she must have been dead long before they got it
there. They did get the body finally, with grappling irons, but the
soul had fled.

“My children, remember what I say to you now. Never run the risk
of losing your lives when nothing is to be gained by it for either
yourselves or others; to do so is both wrong and foolish; it is really
breaking the sixth commandment—‘Thou shalt not kill.’ We have no right
to kill ourselves, not even to escape great suffering, but must wait
God’s time to call us hence.

“Now I will take you to your little sister and brother, to take charge
of them while your mamma comes to view Rafe’s Chasm.”

In the mean time Grandma Elsie had called to Rosie and Walter, and was
talking to them, in much the same strain, of the folly and sinfulness
of unnecessarily exposing themselves to danger.

“You can see almost as much from this safe place as you can by going
into those very dangerous ones,” she said. Then she told them the same
story the captain had just been telling his little girls.

“O mamma, how dreadful, how very dreadful!” exclaimed Rosie; “it was so
sad to be snatched away from life so suddenly, while young and well and
with so much to live for.”

“Yes,” sighed her mother; “my heart aches for the poor parents, even
more than for the lover. He has probably found another bride before
this, while they still mourn the irreparable loss of their dear
daughter.”

“Your mother is right, children,” said Mr. Dinsmore, standing near.
“Heed her teachings, and never risk life or limb in a mere spirit of
bravado.”

The captain now stood beside them with Violet on his arm, and the
others came climbing back, till they all stood in a group together.

“What an awful occurrence that was! what a dreadful death to die—tossed
about by those booming waves, that raging, foaming water, against those
cruel rocks till life was extinct,” Violet said, gazing down into the
chasm while clinging tightly to her husband’s arm.

“Yes,” said Mary Keith, “and I feel that I was hardly right to run the
risk I did in climbing about as I have been doing.”

“Nor I,” said Croly.

“Nor any of the rest of us,” added Calhoun; “but we won’t do it any
more. But what is it Vi refers to? Has there ever been an accident
here?”

“Yes; have you not heard the story?” said his uncle. “Has no one told
you the meaning of yonder cross?” pointing to it as he spoke.

“No, sir; and I had not noticed it before.”

Mr. Dinsmore briefly told the sad tale; then slowly and almost in
silence they turned and left the spot.

Harold, Herbert, and Will Croly were strolling together along the beach
that evening, and for a time their talk was of Rafe’s Chasm and the
accident there, the story of which they had heard that day.

“It has been a good deal in my mind ever since I heard it,” remarked
Croly, “and I have asked myself what must it be to be called so
suddenly from earth to heaven. It is a solemn thought that we may
be so called any day or hour, but a sweet one also; for to the
Christian, what is sudden death but sudden glory, a sudden awaking in
the land where pain and sickness, sin and sorrow are unknown, and in
the immediate presence of the dear Master who has loved us with an
everlasting love? Oh, I cannot think sudden death a calamity to the
Christian!”

“No,” said Harold, “but it is sad for the surviving relatives and
friends. Oh, what a heart-breaking thing to lose our mother in that
way, for instance!”

“Yes; such a terrible death,” said Herbert in moved tones.

“But the suffering was very short,” said Croly. “Doubtless
consciousness was soon lost, and I have heard again and again that
those who have been taken from the water apparently dead—so nearly
gone that if left to themselves they would never have recovered
consciousness—have said that it was an easy death to die. Those who die
by disease must often and often suffer far more in the weeks and months
while disease is slowly making its way to the citadel of life.”

“Yes, that is true,” answered Harold; “yet thinking of it all does not
rouse in me any desire for drowning. I believe I have never told you,
Will,” he added, facing round upon his friend and speaking in tones
slightly tremulous with emotion, “that I was once as near drowning
as one could be and live; yes, should probably never have recovered
consciousness but for my dear mother’s determined perseverance with
efforts at resuscitation, when every one else had given me up as dead.”

“No,” returned Croly in an awestruck tone, “I never heard it before.
No wonder you love her so dearly, for leaving that out of the account,
she is a woman in a thousand. Ah, I often envy you fellows when I see
you with your mother and think of mine, sick and suffering away on the
other side of the sea.”

“But you are hoping she and your father will return soon, are you not,
Will?” asked Herbert in a tone of sympathy.

“Yes, I am hoping every day to hear that they are about sailing; but I
have heard nothing at all for some weeks, and am growing more anxious
day by day. Aunt and uncle try to comfort and reassure me with the old
saying that ‘no news is good news,’ but—well, my only comfort is in
casting my cares on the Lord, remembering that he cares for both them
and me, and that his promise is, ‘As thy days, so shall thy strength
be.’”

“That is one of my mother’s favorite texts,” remarked Herbert, “and she
says it has always been fulfilled to her.”

“And she has seen some sore trials?”

“Yes; my father’s death for one. I know that was the greatest of all;
though before that, death had snatched away from her a very dear and
lovely little daughter,” said Harold.

“And she has had trials in other forms,” added Herbert. “Some persons
would esteem it a very great trial to be called to choose between a
difficult and dangerous surgical operation and certain, painful death
from disease.”

“And she has had that trial?” asked Croly.

“Yes; and went through it bravely, trusting in the Lord to spare her
life or take her to dwell with him in bliss forever.”

“She is a noble and lovely woman,” remarked Croly. “I never saw one
whom I admired more.”

“Ah, you do not know half how sweet and good, and what a devoted
Christian she—our beloved mother—is,” said Harold earnestly. “I thank
God every day for giving me such a mother.”

“As I do,” said Herbert. “I often think if there is anything good in
me, it is the result of my mother’s kind, wise, loving training.”




CHAPTER XVI.


THE next day was the Sabbath—the third since the arrival of the
Raymonds. Rain fell heavily. There was no church near at hand, and our
friends gathered in the parlors of the house occupied by the Dinsmores,
Travillas, and Raymonds, where a sermon was read, prayers were offered,
and hymns sung. In the evening they held a Bible-reading, and afterward
sang hymns, now selected or suggested by one, now by another.

Croly chose several. He had been with them in the morning and offered
a very feeling, fervent prayer. The first two verses of the last hymn
sung at his request were:

    “My days are gliding swiftly by,
       And I, a pilgrim stranger,
     Would not detain them as they fly,
       These hours of toil and danger.
     For oh, we stand on Jordan’s strand
       Our friends are passing over,
     And, just before, the shining shore
       We may almost discover.

    “Our absent King the watch-word gave,
       ‘Let every lamp be burning;’
     We look afar across the wave,
       Our distant home discerning.
     For oh, we stand on Jordan’s strand,
       Our friends are passing over,
     And, just before, the shining shore
       We may almost discover.”

Monday was a bright, beautiful day, spent by our friends very much as
usual. They had been unusually long without letters from their homes or
that vicinity, and were growing a trifle anxious; Calhoun in especial,
as he felt that he himself had had a good vacation, and it was time
that his brother, the doctor, was taking his turn. Yet there was a very
strong tie binding him for the present to the spot where he was. He and
Mary Keith had come to an understanding and were mutual lovers, only
awaiting the consent of her parents to become engaged. He had written
to Mr. Keith, telling him frankly of his circumstances and prospects,
his love for Mary, and desire to make her his wife at the earliest day
on which her parents could be induced to resign her to him, also of
her willingness to become his; concluding his letter by a reference to
their cousin and his uncle, Mr. Dinsmore, for any desired information
in regard to his character and the correctness of his statements
concerning his ability, present and prospective, to support a wife and
family.

He and Mary walked out that morning soon after breakfast, strolled
along the beach for a time, then seated themselves within sight of
their temporary home.

They had hardly done so, when Walter Travilla came running with letters
which he said had just come from the office.

“There are several for each of you; you are fortunate this morning,” he
added; “however, that depends very much upon what is in them.”

“So it does, Wal,” said Calhoun, glancing at his, and perceiving that
the direction on one of them was in a masculine hand and the postmark
that of the town where Mary’s parents lived.

His pulses quickened at the sight, and his face flushed.

Walter had run away, and Mary was breaking the seal of her own letter
from home; she seemed too busy with it to notice the excitement of her
companion, seeing which he silently opened and read his to himself.

The two epistles were of much the same tone and tenor. The parents,
though feeling it a sore trial to part with their child—their eldest
daughter—gave full consent, since that seemed necessary to her
happiness.

Mary’s feelings as she read were of strangely mingled happiness and
heartache. She loved the man at her side, loved him so dearly that she
could scarce have borne to resign him, yet the thought of leaving the
dear parents who had loved and cherished her all her days was almost
equally unendurable. Her tears began to fall, and the sound of a low
sob startled Calhoun just as he finished the perusal of Mr. Keith’s
letter, which brought only joy to him.

“Oh, dearest, what is it?” he asked, passing an arm about her waist.
“Does that letter bring you bad news? Mine gives me only the joyful
intelligence of your parents’ consent; so that I have a right to
comfort you in any trouble, if it lies in my power.”

“Do not be vexed or offended that the same news is not all joy to me,”
she returned, smiling through her tears. “My father and mother are
very, very dear to me; they have loved and cherished me all my life;
their home has always been mine, and—” but overcome by emotion, she
ended with a sob, leaving her sentence unfinished.

“And you are giving them up for me, a comparative stranger, and far
from worthy of such a prize as yourself,” he said in low, tender
tones, taking her hand and pressing it affectionately in his. “Dear
girl, if love, tenderness, entire devotion can make you happy, you
shall never regret the sacrifice.”

“I have no fear of that,” she returned, smiling through her tears, “for
though but a few weeks have passed since we first saw each other, you
are well known to us through Uncle Dinsmore, Cousin Elsie, and others.
I do not fear to trust you—oh, no, it is not that, but the leaving of
the dear father and mother now—when they begin to grow old and may need
a daughter’s care.”

“But they have other daughters?”

“Yes, but I am the eldest, and the one who would perhaps know best how
to make them comfortable.”

“Well, dearest, let us leave that for the present. There is plenty of
room at Roselands, and perhaps—should your father some day retire from
business—they may like to come and make their home with us. If so, we
shall be glad, very glad to have them.”

That was a word of comfort that chased Mary’s tears away, and the rest
of their talk was gay and happy; the principal subject their plans for
the immediate future.

“I ought to be going home,” remarked Calhoun at length, with a slight
sigh, “though the fact is I don’t know how to tear myself away. But I
must, for poor, overworked Art must have his turn. Ah, here’s a letter
from him,” taking up one from the still unexamined, half-forgotten pile
lying on the grass by his side.

Hastily tearing it open, he glanced over the contents. “Why, here is
news!” he exclaimed. “Marian McAlpine has been quite ill, Art attending
her; she’s convalescing, but needs change of climate and scene. Art has
prescribed a few weeks at the sea-shore, and they are coming here—the
whole four of them—Mr. Lilburn and his son, Miss Marian, and Art as her
attending physician. I am commissioned to find a boarding-place for
them. But what are they thinking of? They were to start the day after
this was written, and will probably be here to-night or to-morrow. Oh,
well, there are hotels in the town, and I must just hurry in there,
make inquiries, and do the best I can for them.”

“Yes; let us go back to the house at once,” said Mary. “But ah, here
comes Cousin Elsie,” she added, as they both rose and turned toward the
dwelling.

“You had a letter from Art, I noticed, Calhoun,” said Mrs. Travilla,
hastening toward them, “and I presume it brings the same news as this
one from Cousin Ronald to me,” indicating one that she held in her
hand. “He says Marian has been really very ill, but is convalescing,
and they are bringing her here, thinking the sea-air may do her good.
He says Arthur is coming along as her physician, but agrees with him
that it is not at all necessary for you to hurry home, as Edward is
able and willing to give some little attention to the workers on your
plantation.”

“That is good news,” Calhoun said with a smile, “but I must hurry into
the city and find a boarding-place for them.”

“Why, Cal, you astonish me!” exclaimed Elsie. “Have I ever shown myself
so inhospitable that you have a right to suppose I would let relatives
go to a hotel when I can make room for them in my home?”

“I didn’t think you could, cousin,” he returned.

“I both can and will, if I am allowed the opportunity; it is only a
little crowding that is necessary. Mr. Conly can take his brother the
doctor into his room to share his bed, Cousin Ronald and his son can
share another—and there is a spare room waiting for them—while Marian
can be taken in with some of us. I have not thought it all out yet, but
am confident I can soon arrange it.”

“Oh, easily, cousin,” said Mary, “for Rosie and I could easily
take Lulu or Grace, or both of them, into our room. Crowding at
the sea-shore is nothing new, and I do not think it will be at all
unpleasant to me.”

“You are a dear, good girl, Mary,” was Elsie’s smiling response as she
turned and hastened back to the house.

“She has her full share of the Southern virtue of hospitality,”
remarked Calhoun, looking after her with admiring eyes.

“Do you consider it a specially Southern virtue?” queried Mary with a
little laugh of amusement.

“I beg your pardon,” returned Calhoun gallantly, “and acknowledge that
I have seen no lack of the virtue in question since coming up North,
but I have always heard it spoken of as particularly characteristic of
my native section of the Union, though I dare say that is altogether a
mistake.”

“I shall try to convince you of that one of these days,” she said with
a smiling look up into his eyes.

When Mrs. Travilla reached the house, there was first a short
consultation among the older members of the family, then a pleasant
little bustle of preparation for the expected, welcome guests, who it
was found could be easily accommodated without greatly disturbing or
interfering with the comfort of any one else.

These preparations completed, all gathered on the porch and sat there,
the gentlemen reading, the ladies crocheting or merely chatting to pass
away the time till the dinner-bell should summon them to the table. But
a carriage was seen approaching from the direction of the town.

“I wonder, now, if it isn’t our party,” said Calhoun, and even as he
spoke it drove up and stopped before the gate; seeing which he, Harold,
and Herbert sprang up and hastened forward to assist the travellers
to alight; for it was indeed the expected party of relatives from the
South.

The gentlemen were all well and in fine spirits, but Marian was much
exhausted and glad to be taken directly to bed. The doctor seemed
very careful of his patient, the other two equally solicitous for her
comfort; as were Mrs. Dinsmore, Elsie, and Violet, all of whom were
ready to do for her anything in their power.

All she wanted, however, was a little light nourishment, then a long
sound sleep, and the next morning she was able to occupy a hammock
swung upon the porch, where she passed her time listening to reading,
generally by the doctor, who rarely left her long for the first day or
two, chatting with the cousins or sleeping; weakness and the sea-air
having somewhat the effect of an opiate.

But both the air and the sleep did her great good, so that in a few
days she was able to take short drives and even walks along the beach
with the support of the arm of one or another of the gentlemen, oftener
that of Arthur than any other. He watched over her with the care and
tenderness of a mother, noticed the first sign of exhaustion, and
it was always he who helped her up the stairs to her bedroom, not
infrequently half-carrying her there.

All the older members of the family noticed his devotion and quietly
remarked upon it among themselves.

“He is really in love with her, I think, but it seems to me the
disparity of years is too great,” remarked Herbert one day when the
matter was under discussion.

“Perhaps, laddie, when you come to be of his age you may see such
matters in a different light,” said Mr. Lilburn in a fatherly tone and
with a kindly smile at his young relative.

“As his mother did before him,” added Elsie, laying her hand
affectionately in that of Herbert, who was as usual close at her side.

“Ah, mamma dear, I quite forgot at the moment that you had married one
so much older than yourself. But my father was no common man.”

“No, nor is Cousin Arthur; at least so we all think, we to whom he has
always been so kind and faithful as both relative and physician.”

“Yes,” said Mr. Dinsmore, “and any one who is so fortunate as to win
his heart and hand will have one of the best, most affectionate, and
attentive of husbands.”

“And the disparity of years will not be so very much greater than
between Cousin Mary and his brother,” remarked Mrs. Dinsmore.

“And they seem a delightfully happy pair; as a certain married couple
of my acquaintance, between whom there must be something like the same
disparity of years, are to my actual knowledge,” remarked Violet with a
bright, fond look up into her husband’s face as he sat by her side with
baby Ned on his knee.

“Quite true, my dear. I could not be induced to exchange my one little
wife for half a dozen women of twice her years, even if the law allowed
it,” returned the captain with a humorous look and smile.

“Nor could I be induced to exchange my one good big husband for a dozen
or more other men of any age, size, or quality,” laughed Violet.

“Wise Vi,” remarked Herbert; “one is plenty; more than one would
certainly be a superfluity. There—look toward the shore, everybody.
Yonder are Cal and his beloved wandering together near the waves,
seemingly in close conversation, while Art and his sit side by side
on two camp-chairs a little nearer here, or a trifle farther from the
water. There is certainly a good deal of love-making going on.”

“At least things have that appearance,” Harold said with a quiet smile
as he and the others followed Herbert’s advice, and gazing out seaward
had a pretty view of the two pairs of lovers.

There was little doubt in any of their minds that Arthur and Marian
belonged in that class, while the other two were openly acknowledged as
such.

But they were somewhat mistaken. Arthur had not yet breathed a word of
love to his young patient, and she thought of him only as her dear,
kind doctor, who had done much to relieve her sufferings and had in
all probability saved her life. She had strong confidence in his skill
and was a perfectly tractable and obedient patient. He assisted her to
her room that evening, as usual, more than an hour before any but the
younger children were ready to retire.

It was a beautiful moonlight evening, and the porches, where most of
the family were gathered, looked very inviting as he came down again
and stepped out upon the one that ran along the front of the house.

His Cousin Elsie invited him to an easy-chair by her side, then
presently proposed that they two should stroll around the porches
together. He caught gladly at the suggestion, rose and offered her his
arm.

“I want a little private chat with you, Art,” she said, smiling
brightly up into his face.

“I am always glad to talk with you, cousin,” he returned, giving her an
affectionate yet keenly scrutinizing look, “but I hope it is not of any
serious ailment you have to tell me.”

“Oh, no! I am thankful to be able to say that I and all my near and
dear ones are in perfect health so far as I know. It is of yourself and
your dear young patient I would speak. Marian is a sweet girl, lovely
in both character and person.”

“So I think. Ah, cousin, if I were only some years younger!”

“Never mind that, Art; you are young in looks and feeling, and I doubt
if there is any one nearer and dearer to her now than yourself. She
thinks her feeling for you is only the gratitude and affection any
patient might feel for a kind, attentive, sympathizing physician, but
I am much mistaken if on hearing the story of your love from your lips
she will fail to discover that she loves you as a woman should the man
to whom she gives her hand.”

“Do you really think so, cousin?” he asked with a bright, glad smile.

“I do indeed,” she replied, “and if I were in your place I should soon
put it to the proof by offering her my hand and heart.”

He seemed lost in thought for a moment, then heaving a sigh, “Ah, if I
were only sure,” he said—“sure of not, by so doing, losing the place
I can see that I have already won in her heart—the friendship—it may
not, after all, be anything more than that—I should not for a moment
hesitate to make the offer you recommend; for I feel confident that
with mutual love we might be exceptionally happy despite the difference
in our years.”

“No doubt of it,” she returned, “and I hope that before you leave us
you will put it to the proof; because I think it will be for both your
happiness and hers.”

“Thank you very much for both your sympathy and advice, dear cousin,”
he said. “I shall do so to-morrow if opportunity offers, as is likely
to be the case, seeing we are so frequently alone together as patient
and physician. Then if I find she does not and cannot love me in
the way I wish, I shall trouble her no longer with my presence, but
speedily set off for home and its duties.”

“But even in that case you need not entirely despair,” his cousin said
with a bright, sweet look up into his rather anxious and troubled
face, “for she is but young, and clever courting may win her heart
in time. You are such a dear fellow, Art, so kind-hearted, generous,
sympathetic, so unselfish and helpful, that you seem to me to deserve
every good thing in life.”

“Oh, Cousin Elsie, such extravagant praise mortifies me, because I
must acknowledge to myself that it is so far beyond my deserts,” he
returned, blushing like a girl.

“It need not,” she said. “There is an old saying that every one—every
deserving one at least—eats white bread at some time in his or her
life. You have had a hard life so far, but I hope your time for white
bread is now close at hand.”

He laughed a little at that. “Yes,” he said, “Cal and I have worked
very hard for years past, and times do grow easier with us, but whether
I shall ever get so far with the white bread as to win the dear young
wife I covet, I do not know.”

“Well, you have my best wishes,” she returned, “and I shall do what
I can to help the prosperity of your suit by sounding your praises in
the ears of your lady-love. Ah, do not look alarmed, but trust me to
say only enough to interest her, not so much as to weary her of the
subject.”

“Thank you, dear cousin, I know I can trust you fully. And will you not
help me with your prayers that I may, if it be God’s will, succeed in
winning her heart completely?”

“Surely I will,” she said, “and I believe our joint petition will be
granted, if it be for the best.”

Arthur lay awake for some time that night, pondering on Elsie’s advice
in regard to his contemplated suit for Marian’s hand and asking divine
guidance and help.

The next morning, soon after breakfast, he, as usual, asked Marian
if she would like to go down on the beach and get a breath of the
refreshing breeze from the sea.

“Yes, indeed, doctor, if it will not be keeping you from going
somewhere with somebody else,” she answered with a smile.

“Not at all,” he returned. “I have no engagement, and shall be glad not
only to help you to a breath of sea-air, but to take one myself.”

He brought a light shawl and wrapped it about her, saying the breeze
was rather fresh for her, while her Cousin Elsie tied on her hat and
veil. Then with a thick shawl over one arm, he offered her the other,
saying, “Walter has run on ahead with a couple of camp-stools for us,
and this heavier shawl is to wrap around you in case you find the other
not warm enough.”

“Thank you,” she returned, smiling up into his face. “I am sure it is
not every patient who has so good and kind a doctor as mine.”

“I do certainly want to be kind to all my patients,” he said
pleasantly, “yet cannot deny that some are greater favorites with me
than others. Besides, I have, you know, but the one here to devote
myself to.”

“Fortunately for me,” she returned laughingly. “And I assure you I do
enjoy having my doctor all to myself. One likes to be treated as a
person of importance, you know.”

“You are such to me,” he said, “especially as you have not yet fully
recovered your strength, and I must leave you soon to return to the
care of other patients left behind in the South.”

She started and looked up half-entreatingly into his face, but said
nothing, for at that moment Walter came running up to them.

“Cousin Arthur,” he said, “I placed the stools about where you usually
sit, I think; but if they are not just where you want them, they are
easily moved.”

“Yes; thank you,” replied the doctor, and Walter ran on to the house.

He seated Marian comfortably, then took the chair beside her.

“Must you go very soon?” she asked, trying to swallow a lump in her
throat.

“I am afraid I must, on account of the other patients, though it seems
decidedly hard for me to leave this delightful spot and pleasant
company.”

“Yes, sir; and I really think you ought to have a longer rest after
working so hard and long. I—I am afraid I have been a great deal of
trouble and the cause of much weariness. And—and I can never begin to
pay you for it all.”

“O Marian, dear girl, you can far more than repay me if—if only you can
find it in your heart to love and trust me well enough to give your
dear self into my care for the rest of our two lives,” he said in low,
eager tones, bending over her and taking her hand in his.

She did not withdraw it, but neither did she speak, but bending low to
catch sight of her face, he saw that her tears were falling fast.

“O my darling, I did not mean to distress you so,” he said in moved
tones. “I see that you cannot give me that kind of love, so forget that
I have asked it.”

“Forget!” she exclaimed in low, tremulous tones, “forget the sweetest
words I ever had spoken to me? Oh, no, no! But I don’t know how you can
give such love to me—a poor, ignorant girl, whose own father cares so
little for her that he would sacrifice her happiness for life.”

“No, no,” he said, gathering her in his arms, “the sweetest, dearest,
loveliest one that ever crossed my path. And you can love me. Ah,
darling, you have made me the happiest of men; you do not deny that you
love me; and you are to me the dearest of all earthly creatures.”

He held her close, while she dropped her head on his breast and wept
for very joy and thankfulness. For Elsie was right; he had won her
heart and was dearer to her than all the world besides.

Many low-breathed, comforting, endearing words fell from his lips as
he held her close in such loving embrace as she had not felt since her
mother’s death, till at length her tears ceased to fall and she was
able to speak again.

“Oh, I never dreamed,” she said, “that one so wise and good could ever
care in that way for me. My heart is so full of joy and gratitude to
God and to you that words would not express the half of it. But are
you not afraid that you may some day weary of a companion for life who
knows so much less than you do that she is but a child in comparison
with you?”

“Ah, no,” he answered with a smile; “I have only feared that your youth
and my years might stand in the way of my winning you; that a girl so
sweet, fresh, and young would feel herself thrown away upon a man of
my age. It would be but natural that you should prefer a much more
youthful and finer-looking man.”

“I do not know where I could find a finer-looking one,” she answered
with an earnest sincerity that made him smile. “Your face is so
benevolent in expression, so full of goodness and kindness, that I
could not help loving and trusting you from the first.”

“Ah, darling, those are sweet words,” he said, his eyes shining. “And
you I found so patient and uncomplaining under suffering, so grateful
for any and every kindness done you, every effort to give you relief,
that I could but admire and end by loving you as I never loved before.
Ah, dearest, that you return my love and have given yourself to me has
made me the happiest of men! What a joy it will be to have you for my
very own to love, cherish, and provide for!”

“And how sweet to me to belong to one who is so good and kind,” she
exclaimed, half-hiding her blushing face on his shoulder. “Oh, never
before in all my life was I so happy as I am at this moment!”




CHAPTER XVII.


A WHISTLE from the direction of the house startled the lovers.

“Ah, that is Cal’s call to me,” said Arthur, “and I presume that the
mail is received, a letter for me in it; perhaps one for you too, my
Marian.”

“Oh, I hope so,” she said, “it is so long since I heard from my dear
brother Sandy, my only one now.”

“Ah,” he said as they walked on to the house, for he had risen
and given her his arm, “you must tell me about him, dearest, when
opportunity offers. Your only brother? Well, I shall give you several
more when you give yourself to me.”

They found the family all on the porch, most of them with letters,
papers, or magazines in their hands.

Elsie looked smilingly at Arthur and Marian as they came up the steps,
something in their faces telling what had passed between them since
they walked down to the beach together.

Arthur saw and returned her smile, and leading Marian to her, said in
joyous tones, “You were right, cousin. I followed your advice, and she,
dear girl, has given herself to me; or rather we have given ourselves
to each other.”

His clear though not loud tones reached every ear, and in a moment all
the relatives, old and young, had gathered about the happy pair with
their hearty congratulations.

“I am truly glad, Miss Marian,” said Calhoun, taking her hand in a warm
pressure; “glad for both you and Art, who will, I am sure, make the
best of husbands, and for myself also that I am to have so sweet a new
sister.”

“And we are to be sisters too, it seems,” Mary said, giving the young
girl a warm embrace.

“And Hugh and I are to be left desolate and alone,” remarked Mr.
Lilburn in a rueful tone. “Hugh, laddie, it is high time you were
hunting up a wife.”

“I think I shall have to try, father,” returned the young man, coloring
and laughing. “I contemplate robbing those who have robbed us; but a
fair exchange is no robbery.”

At that both the Conlys turned surprised, inquiring looks upon him.

“Ah,” he laughed, “I perceive that I have stolen a march upon you.
This, sirs,” holding up a letter, “is from your sister Ella, accepting
my heart, hand, and fortune, which I offered her some days ago by
letter.”

At that there was a murmur of surprise from the listeners, accompanied
by looks of pleasure; then the brothers shook hands with Hugh, wishing
him joy and saying they should be glad to receive him into the family.

“My! what a lot of weddings we seem to be going to have!” exclaimed
Rosie. “I think I’ll wait for mine till they are not quite such common
affairs.”

“Particularly as there’s nobody offering to pair off with you yet,
my pretty young sister,” laughed Walter. “I think, though, that the
school-room is the best place for you and me for a while yet.”

“Ah, Marian, here is a letter for you, my bonny lass; from your brother
Sandy, I presume,” said Mr. Lilburn, holding it out to her.

She took it eagerly, exclaiming, “Oh, yes, that is Sandy’s writing! The
dear laddie! how I have wanted to hear from him.”

“Read it, lass, and tell us if he says he will come to us, and if so
how soon,” said the old gentleman.

She hastened to obey, and presently announced in joyous tones, “Oh,
yes, Cousin Ronald, he is delighted with your kind offer, and will come
as soon as he has finished his present engagement, which will be in
about a couple of months.”

In the mean time Arthur had opened and read a letter handed him by his
brother. He looked much pleased with its contents.

“Cousin Elsie,” he said, “do you think you can accommodate me here a
few days longer?”

“I am quite certain of it, provided you will stay,” she answered with
her own bright, sweet smile. “You need not have the slightest fear that
you are not as welcome as the sunlight.”

“Thank you very much,” he said; “then I shall stay perhaps another
week. This letter is from Cousin Dick Percival. He writes he has come
there—to Roselands—for change of scene and air, as well as to see his
relatives; can stay some weeks, and will take charge of my patients for
a time, which he has in fact already begun to do.”

“How nice!” exclaimed Rosie. “Dick is a good boy to enable us to keep
you a little longer, and when you go back he will, I hope, come and pay
a little visit here himself.”

“Yes, I hope he will,” said her mother. “I shall write and invite him
to do so.”

“Well, Cousin Art, I’m glad you are going to stay longer,” said Walter,
“but I hope none of us will be expected to get sick in order to give
you employment.”

“No, certainly not,” returned Arthur gravely. “You must remember it was
not for work I came, but rest; so don’t trouble yourself trying to make
business for me.”

“No, I will leave that business to Cousin Marian,” returned Walter,
giving her a mischievous look which brought a charming blush to her
cheek.

“Yes, Walter, I have given him a great deal of business in that line,
I am sorry to say,” she returned; “so that he has had but little rest,
and needs to stay and have some play-time.”

“So he has; but you are much better, I’m sure, for your cheeks are like
as roses—not the white kind, either—and we’ll all endeavor to keep well
so that he’ll have nothing to do but rest and recruit the remainder of
the time he stays.”

“Well, what are the plans for the day?” asked Harold, addressing the
company in general.

“Some of us want to do a little shopping, and would like to have you
drive us in to the city,” replied his mother.

“I shall do so with the greatest pleasure, mamma,” he returned. “How
soon do you wish to start?”

“I’m wanting a ride,” said Rosie. “I haven’t had one for some time, and
am actually hungry for it.”

“Well, little dear, I’ll see what can be done to relieve your hunger,”
said Herbert gallantly. “Are there any others of our company suffering
from the same kind of hunger?”

“Yes; I’d like to go,” said Lulu. “May I, papa?”

“Yes; if the right kind of horse can be secured, so that I can feel
that you will be safe. Violet, my dear, if you are not to be one of the
shopping party, will you ride with me and the others?”

“With pleasure, my dear,” she replied. “I dare say I am as hungry for
a ride as my younger sister; and in your company it will be especially
enjoyable.”

All then hurried to their rooms to don their riding hats and habits,
while Harold and the captain went in search of the required steeds.

Arthur did not think Marian strong enough for such a ride, and Mary and
Calhoun did not care to go. They would probably walk out presently, but
just now were waiting to see the others off.

At Calhoun’s request, Mary sat down to the piano, Marian and Arthur
drew near, and the four joined in the singing of some of their favorite
hymns, Mary playing the accompaniment.

Presently Will Croly ran in, in his informal way, joined the little
group, and added his voice to theirs.

Good-mornings were exchanged when they had finished their piece, then
Croly said, “Now, Miss Mary, let us have ‘My days are gliding swiftly
by.’ It is a great favorite with me, particularly the chorus:

    “‘For oh, we stand on Jordan’s strand,
        Our friends are passing over,
      And, just before, the shining shore
        We may almost discover.’”

Mary at once complied with the request, and they were singing the last
verse when two young men, strangers to the family, came up into the
porch asking for Croly.

“Ah,” said he, “I quite forgot my errand. Those are some strangers
visiting at my uncle’s house, and I have promised to go in bathing with
them—so called to ask my friends Harold and Herbert to go in with us.”

“I really don’t think they can to-day,” said Calhoun, and went on to
explain how they had planned to spend the next few hours.

“Ah, then I must just go on with the others,” returned Croly.
“Good-morning to you all,” and with the words he hurried out, joined
the two strangers; the three went over to the bath houses, not very far
away, and were presently seen coming out of them in bathing-suits and
going down among the waves.

A few moments later those who had gone in search of horses and carriage
returned bringing a full supply. Those expecting to go had crowded on
the porch, all in good spirits, laughing and chatting, the younger ones
especially full of mirth and gayety, when suddenly a cry of fright and
distress came from the sea. “Help! help! he’s drowning! Oh, help! help!
save him!”

With the first cry a deep hush had fallen on our friends upon the
porch, but at the last word Captain Raymond, Mr. Dinsmore, Mr. Lilburn
and his son, the two Conlys, Harold and Herbert, all dashed down the
steps and away toward the spot from whence the cry came.

But a row-boat near at hand was already pulling for it, and was there
before them. There seemed nothing for them to do, but they stood close
by the incoming waves, waiting in breathless anxiety and suspense.

Some moments passed—then they saw an insensible, limp, dripping form
drawn from the water into the boat, which immediately made for the
shore with all speed.

“Oh, it is Will, dear Will!” cried Harold as he caught sight of the
death-like face. “O Art, Cousin Art, do your best to save him, if
there’s any life there. How glad I am you’re here with us.”

“I shall certainly do all I can,” returned Arthur in moved tones, “and
do the rest of you ask the Lord to direct and bless my efforts.”

“Oh, yes, we will, we will,” responded several voices as the poor
fellow was lifted from the boat and swiftly carried to the nearest
house—the one occupied by our friends.

Arthur understood his business thoroughly and there were plenty of
willing, helping hands. The news flew fast, and presently Croly’s aunt
came, full of distress, to ask if there was any life, any hope.

“We have not given up, we will not while the least spark of hope
remains,” Elsie answered; then told of the long and at last successful
fight which had once saved her Harold from the grave.

“Oh, dear fellow, I hope he will be saved,” said the aunt, weeping.
“You probably know, Mrs. Travilla, how anxious he has been about his
parents: we have just had a telegram from his father, saying that they
have landed in New York and will be here this evening. I think it will
kill his mother—father too, perhaps, for he is their only child and
just an idol with them both—to learn that he is lying here, to all
appearance dead. I’ll have to put them off with the news that he went
out on the sea before their telegram came and may be back in an hour or
two.”

“Yes, I hope he will soon show signs of life,” Elsie said with emotion.
“Oh, how sad, how heart-breaking for them to lose their only child in
such a way—so suddenly and without a parting word!”

“They are coming home very happy,” continued the aunt; “the mother
having almost entirely recovered her health, and if only they could
find poor Will all right——” she ended with a burst of weeping.

“Dear Mrs. Croly, do not give up hope; we are all praying for him—that
his life may be spared if the will of God be so.”

“Then I believe it will be, for God is the hearer and answerer of
prayer,” returned the aunt; “and oh, I want to thank you for having
poor Will brought here; for if he was with us the state of affairs
could hardly be kept a moment from his parents, but now I hope it will
be all right before they need to know.”

“You are very, very welcome,” Elsie replied, and Mrs. Croly went away
somewhat consoled and hopeful.

The rides and the shopping expedition had been given up and the
children and younger members of the family had gone down to the beach
to be out of the way of those working with Croly; but Rosie, Lulu,
Grace, and Walter were in a sad, subdued, and anxious mood. Mary and
Marian presently joined them, and they talked feelingly of him whom
they hardly dared to hope to see in life again.

Yet all had great faith in Arthur’s skill, and the younger girls,
telling of Harold’s narrow escape some years before at Nantucket,
cheered and encouraged the others with the hope that Croly might even
yet be saved from temporal death, and live many years to be a comfort
to his parents and a blessing to the world.

“I do hope he is not gone and will live for many years serving the
Master here on earth,” said Mary, “but if he is gone, we know that it
is to be with Jesus and forever blest. How he loved that hymn about the
shining shore! and perhaps he has reached it now,” she added with a
burst of tears.

“But oh, we will hope not! hope he is still living and will be spared
to the parents who love him so dearly,” said Marian. “And I believe if
anybody can save him it is your cousin, Dr. Conly.”

“I’ll run back to the house to see if there is any sign of life yet,”
said Walter, and rushed away.

He was back again in a few minutes, running, waving his handkerchief
over his head, and showing so joyous a face that the others exclaimed
half breathlessly, “Oh, is he coming to?”

“Yes, yes, Cousin Arthur says there are signs of life, and he thinks
that he will be able to save him.”

The glad news was received with a simultaneous burst of joyful
exclamations.

“His parents have come,” added Walter, “and are, oh! so anxious to see
him, but don’t know yet that anything is wrong with him.”

And now with their minds relieved the girls were able to give attention
to anything that might be going on within the range of their vision.

A boat was tied to the wharf and they saw that persons had left it
and were wandering along the beach, among them an elderly man having
several children in his care.

Presently this little group had seated themselves on the beach quite
near our little party, and the smallest, a child of three, came
toddling toward them.

“How do you do, baby girl? Do you like candy? Will you have a bite?”
asked Rosie, holding out a tempting-looking morsel.

The little one stood gazing for a moment with her finger in her mouth,
then she accepted the offer. “Dood!” she said smacking her lips. “Dot
nudder bit for Sally?”

“Yes,” Rosie said, bestowing another piece.

But another, older girl came running. “Sally,” she said reprovingly,
and seizing the little one’s hand in an effort to draw her away, “you
must not tease the ladies; papa says so. Come with me.”

Sally resisted and Rosie said, “No, we are not teased. We’d like to
have her stay and talk to us.”

But the father had come for his baby girl. “Please excuse her, young
ladies,” he said, lifting his hat politely, “she’s pretty well spoiled.
I’ve come to the seaside for a bit of rest and brought my children
along, for I knew it would be quite a treat to them.”

“And see, we’ve all got on the Union colors,” said one of the little
girls who had followed him, showing a rosette of red, white, and blue
ribbon pinned to her dress. “Father was a soldier in the war, and we
all love the old flag.”

“Oh, were you, sir?” cried Lulu delightedly. “Won’t you please tell us
of your experiences there?”

The other girls joined eagerly in the request, and at length, evidently
pleased that they cared to hear the story, he sat down on the beach
beside them and began it.

“In the war of the rebellion I was in the Shenandoah Valley with the
infantry troops; a mere lad I was, only fifteen. One day I slipped off
without leave, to visit an aunt living in Washington. We were at that
time in camp on Georgetown Heights. Going back that night I lost my way
and did not feel safe to ask it lest I should be thought a deserter;
so finally went down into an area and, wearied out with my wanderings,
fell asleep. It rained heavily through the night, but I was so weary
and so used to hardship that I slept on and knew nothing about that
till morning, when I waked to find myself lying in a puddle of water. I
rose and hurried on my way; finally got back to camp, but so rheumatic
from my wetting that I was sent to the hospital—in Washington. There my
gun was taken from me and a receipt for it given me; so that when at
length I recovered sufficiently to go back to camp, I was without a gun.

“It was not supplied to me immediately, and in the mean time the troops
with whom I belonged were ordered to guard some wagons—a very long
train—and while it was moving on, Mosby came up with his cavalry, took
us prisoners, rifled the wagons of such things as he could carry away
and use, and took the best horses for the use of his troops, leaving
behind his own broken-down ones.

“Mosby’s own troops and his prisoners were allowed to help themselves
to such provisions as they could carry. I think they burnt all they
could not take. When the rebs came upon us, one demanded my coat. I
pulled it off and gave it to him; another took my hat, a third my
shoes, so that I was not particularly well dressed when they were done
with me.

“But I, as well as others, filled my haversack with
provisions—hard-tack, pork, and so forth—and as they moved on each
prisoner was obliged to lead one or more horses. I had but one.

“When the troops halted for the night the prisoners—among others—were
ordered to take the horses to the river and water them. I had been all
the time since my capture trying to contrive a way to escape. Now I
saw a way, told a fellow-captive my plan, and asked him to render his
aid by taking charge of my horse in addition to several already in his
keeping. He consented. I slipped from the horse’s back and, unobserved,
got behind a large stone, allowed myself to sink in the water there
till nearly covered—only able to breathe—and so remained till the
troops of rebs and prisoners had left the spot.

“Then creeping cautiously out, I hurried on my way, going down the
river bank, knowing the Union troops were camped somewhere lower down
the stream.

“I trudged on all night, crept into the bushes and hid as day
dawned—lying there all day tortured with heat and thirst as well as
hunger—travelled on again the following night. Faint, weary, and worn
with fatigue, hunger, and thirst, about nine o’clock seeing a light at
a little distance I went toward it, feeling that I must venture for
relief from my intolerable sufferings from hunger and thirst.

“As I drew near the light a dog began to bark from its vicinity and
rushed out in my direction. At that I stood still and the dog came no
nearer.

“But presently I heard the voice of a negro man asking: ‘Who dar?’
Knowing the negroes were always friends to the Union soldiers, I then
came forward and told of my escape from the rebs and my desire to reach
the Union camp, my ignorance of the right road, hunger, thirst, and
weariness.

“The negro told me I was in a dangerous place—rebel troops being all
about—and he and Dinah—his wife—had not much provision, but to come in
and Dinah would give me something to eat, then I could go on my way, he
showing me where to ford the river, the Federal troops being two or
three miles farther down on the other side.

“I went with him into the cabin; an old negress greeted me kindly, and
having heard my story undertook to get me some supper.

“She made a corn pone, took a pan with a division across the middle,
put the pone in one side, some bacon in the other, and setting it on
the coals, cooked them together, the fat from the bacon running through
to the pone. It made as delicious a supper as I ever ate. She gave me
a piece to carry along when I set out upon my journey again, as I did
presently, travelling still farther down stream, till I reached a ford.

“Near there I lay down and slept soundly, not waking till the sun was
two hours high.

“I was alarmed to find it so late, but I forded the river safely, and
finally reached the Union camp.

“No one there knew me. I had not even a uniform to show what I was, so
lest I might prove to be a spy I was ordered under arrest and confined
till some of my own regiment who knew me came in and corroborated my
story, or at least recognized me as one of themselves.”

“That was a very interesting story, and we are much obliged to you for
it, sir,” said Lulu, as the narrator paused as if he had finished.
“But can’t you give us another?”

“Yes,” he said, smiling in an absent-minded way. “I was just thinking
of another and rather amusing occurrence that took place while I was a
soldier, though it hadn’t much to do with the war.

“My parents were living in Baltimore then, and I was still in the
Shenandoah Valley. At one time, blackberries being very plenty in the
woods where I was encamped, I gathered great quantities, filled a box,
putting green leaves under and over the berries, nailed it up and sent
it by express to my parents. I wrote to them about it, but the box
started ahead of the letter and arrived first.

“In the mean time my mother and grandmother had been talking of
paying a visit to my older sister, who had married, was living in
Philadelphia, and anxious and urgent to have them come on to see her
and her first-born—a baby boy toddling about.

“They were most desirous to do so, as he was the first grandchild of
the one, the first great-grandchild of the other. But before they had
made ready to start upon the journey a letter was received from the
child’s mother saying that he had been taken dangerously ill. The two
grandmothers were greatly troubled and more anxious than ever to see
the baby. The older one was in her bedroom, not feeling well; her
daughter was with her. A vehicle was heard to drive up to the front
door. Glancing from the window the younger grandmother saw it was the
express wagon and a box was being lifted out, evidently for them.
Thinking—its mother having said they should see it dead or alive—it
contained the corpse of her baby grandchild, she hurried down, had it
carried into the parlor and set upon a table. She then threw a white
sheet over it and awaited in trembling and grief the home-coming of her
husband—my father.

“When he came in she told of the box and its supposed contents, and he,
also full of grief, set to work to open it. The lid was at length torn
off, and great was the surprise and relief of both to come upon the
fresh green leaves and berries beneath them.

“But the door-bell rang again, and there stood Hannah with her babe in
her arms alive and well.

“Joyful was the welcome given to both; they were taken into the parlor,
Hannah shown the box, which was still standing, and told the story.

“After a while the baby was allowed to trot about at his own sweet
will, while the older people were taken up with each other (a cradle
had been brought down to the parlor to lay the baby corpse in before
the box was opened, and there it stood covered with a spread or
something white), so when the little chap was left unnoticed, he got at
the box of berries, carried some to the cradle and threw them in on the
dainty white spread.”

The little girls had been listening to their father’s story with as
much interest as if they had never heard it before, though doubtless it
was quite familiar to them.

“Wasn’t it funny?” asked one of them with a merry laugh, as he finished.

But just then a boy came running, calling out, “Pap, you’re wanted now.
Please come right away, mother says,” and with a pleasant “Good-by,
ladies,” the father rose, took Sally in his arms and went, the rest of
the children following.




CHAPTER XVIII.


THE old soldier and his children had hardly left the vicinity of our
young friends when Calhoun came to them with the glad news that Croly
had so far recovered as to be able to speak naturally and recognize his
friends, that his parents had been told of his danger and his rescue,
and were now with him, weeping over his sufferings, rejoicing that he
had been spared to them, and full of gratitude to Dr. Conly for his
long-continued and untiring efforts for his resuscitation.

“I am proud of my brother and don’t believe there is a better physician
in the United States,” concluded Calhoun, his eyes shining. “But,
ladies and little folks, I just remember that Cousin Elsie charged me
to tell you that dinner will be on the table in about ten or fifteen
minutes.”

“Oh, that’s good news, Cousin Cal!” exclaimed Rosie, “for I’m pow’ful
hungry, as the darkies say. There’s nothing like sea-air to give one an
appetite.” And with that they all started for the house.

Arthur was longing to be with Marian, but at the urgent request of the
elder Mr. Croly and his wife, consented to stay with their son, who had
been carried to his uncle’s cottage, through the rest of that day and
the following night.

Then assuring them that Will had almost entirely recovered and there
was no longer the slightest need of his services, he was beginning
to bid them good-morning when Mr. Croly, laying a detaining hand on
his arm, poured out earnest thanks for the service he had done them
in saving the life of their only and well-beloved son, and delicately
asked what was his charge for his services, hinting that both he and
his wife thought it should be a heavy one.

“Oh, no, sir,” said Arthur, “I make no charge whatever for so trifling
a service to one whom I had learned to love almost as a brother. I
am more than repaid by his spared life—the blessing of God upon my
efforts,” and with a pleasant good-morning he hurried away.

He met the family at the breakfast table and was received with joyful
greetings. An hour later he and Marian sought the beach together. It
seemed a long time that they had been kept apart, and they greatly
enjoyed being again alone together for a time.

When the mail was brought to the house Walter, as usual, came running
down to them with their share—one letter for Marian and several for
the doctor.

Glancing at his he noticed that one was without a postmark, and
somewhat curious to know whence it came, he opened that envelope
first. It proved to be from the elder Mr. Croly, and contained a note
and another paper. Arthur opened and read the note first. In it the
writer stated that he felt that he owed a debt of gratitude for the
spared life of his only and well-beloved child which he could never by
any possibility repay, and that the doctor who had been instrumental
in saving that life would confer a favor by accepting the inclosed
certificate of stock as a small token of the grateful affection of Will
Croly’s parents and of the dear boy himself, who would be delighted
to have him do so, and feel that it was far from being an adequate
return for the inestimable service rendered. The writer added that
they would all feel sadly hurt should he refuse. All this Arthur read
with a pleasant glow of feeling. “They are far more grateful than most
people,” he said to himself as he opened the accompanying paper.

“Can I believe my eyes?” he exclaimed mentally as he hastily glanced
over it, then gave it a more careful examination.

The certificate was for stock to the amount of one hundred thousand
dollars yielding six per cent; there could be no mistake, and he felt
that he had suddenly become a rich man.

But at that instant a low sob from Marian caught his ear, and instantly
everything was forgotten but that she was in trouble.

“My darling, what is it?” he asked, putting an arm about her and
drawing her closer to him.

“Oh, I am so frightened!” she said with quivering lips. “Read this
letter from Sandy.”

He did so at once. The boy wrote warning Marian that their father had
in some way learned that Captain Raymond had shown himself a friend to
her, so suspected that she had gone to him for protection, had found
out the captain’s address, and started east with the probable intention
of hunting her up and carrying her back to Utah with him.

“Oh, what can I do? Can you protect me from him?” asked Marian, as Dr.
Conly refolded the letter and drew her closer into his arms.

“He shall never take you from me,” he returned in determined tones and
holding her close to his heart. “I think the surest thing will be for
us to marry at once, if you are willing. O my darling, you are not
afraid to trust me?”

“No, no, indeed!” she exclaimed, adding, “if you are willing to take me
just as I am, only half educated and——”

“More, much more than willing,” he replied. “But there is no time to be
lost. Let us go up at once to the house and consult with the friends
there.”

“Yes; especially Cousin Elsie, and my best and kindest of friends, dear
old Cousin Ronald.”

They were glad to find all the family in, and quickly told them their
story; Arthur concluding with, “I think the best thing we can do is
to marry at once, so that I shall have a prior right to that of Mr.
McAlpine, and can prevent him from carrying her away from us.”

“I agree with you, sir,” said Mr. Lilburn, “and should think it well
for you to carry her away to some place unknown to the unnatural man,
till he wearies of his search and goes back to Mormon-land.”

“Then, if the plan is approved by my wife and others, I will go at
once for the _Dolphin_, and we will sail or steam away to-night with
the bride and groom,” said the captain. “We can visit Mount Desert and
whatever other points we please along the whole coast between this and
our city, making occasional calls here if we like, and go home when we
wish and are satisfied that the danger there is over.”

“Oh, by all means let us go!” said Violet: “nothing could be more
delightful.”

“And Herbert and I will drive in at once for a minister to perform
the ceremony,” said Harold, taking up his hat. “Have you any choice,
Marian?”

“I know none of them but the one to whose preaching the rest of you
have been listening, and who kindly called to see me the other day,”
she replied with a blush.

“Then we will go for him,” returned Harold. “But stay a little,
Harold,” said his mother; “dinner is just ready, and you will have time
enough afterward.”

The summons to the table came at, that moment and all answered it
promptly.

At the conclusion of the meal the captain, Harold, and Herbert drove
into the city—the first to see that all was right with the yacht and
order it brought that afternoon to the landing nearest the house, the
other two in search of a minister to perform the ceremony that was to
unite Marian and the doctor for life.

“Now,” said Rosie as soon as they were gone, “we must help the bride
dress. Come, mamma and Violet, your help will be needed, for it is well
known and freely acknowledged that you both have excellent taste.”

“Ah,” sighed Cousin Ronald, “I am sorry there is no time for
furnishing a handsomer trousseau. But fortunately it can be done
afterward.”

“No, no, dear Cousin Ronald, I have plenty of fine clothes,” said
Marian. “You have been so, so good to me.”

At that Dr. Conly, remembering the munificent fee he had received that
morning, smiled quietly to himself; but not a word did he say to any
one about it. He felt that words could not express his appreciation
of Mr. Croly’s generosity to himself and others instrumental in the
saving of his son’s life; for he had learned from Harold that the men
in the boat that picked up the nearly drowned young man had each been
liberally rewarded, the one who drew him from the water especially so.
Calling his Cousin Elsie aside, “Can we have any invited guests, do you
think?” he asked with a humorous smile.

“Guests?” she repeated, with a look of surprise. “I hardly know where
to find them in time for so hastily gotten up a ceremony.”

“The Crolys are near at hand,” he suggested.

“Oh, yes! invite them if you wish to,” she returned with an amused
laugh. “But we cannot get up anything like a proper wedding-feast on so
short a notice.”

“Oh, I dare say they will make due allowance for haste, and expect
little entertainment besides a good look at the bride,” he said
laughingly.

“Then I will send them a note of invitation. Also one to the younger
Mr. and Mrs. Croly and to our poor friend Will.”

“Cousin,” he said with a joyous look, “I have something for your ear
alone; other relatives and friends shall know of it by and by.” Then he
read her Mr. Croly’s note and showed its inclosure.

“Oh, Art, I am so glad, so very glad!” she said, her eyes full of happy
tears. “Yes, my dear fellow, give them all the warmest of invitations,
though I hardly think Will or his father or mother will come; but they
shall have the warmest of welcomes if they do.”

“Is not that your place as mistress of the house, Cousin Elsie?” he
asked.

“Oh, yes!” she replied. “I will write a note at once and send it by one
of the servants.”

“And, if you please, I will send a note of thanks along with it. I will
write it at once.”

“I will send it with pleasure,” she said. “Oh, Cousin Arthur, I am so
glad for you! It is not an extravagant gift for a man of Mr. Croly’s
means—and I think you have fairly earned it—but it must make you quite
rich.”

“It does indeed,” he said in joyous tones, “and will put it in my
power to make the dear girl who is trusting her happiness to me very
comfortable. It will also enable me to help those of my brothers and
sisters who may need aid.”

“You have always been a generous fellow,” she said, giving him a look
full of appreciation and affection, “but I think if they do all they
can to help themselves they will need very little assistance from you.
But,” she added with a smile, “we have each a great deal to do in a
little time and must not hinder each other.”

The delegation sent to the city was very successful. The young men
returned early in the afternoon, bringing the minister of Marian’s
choice, and shortly after the captain came in from his yacht, which lay
at anchor at no great distance from the shore.

Neither Will Croly nor his mother ventured out, but his father came,
bringing his sister-in-law with him.

Marian looked very sweet and lovely in white tarletan and
orange-blossoms brought by Harold from the city; and Arthur, still
rather youthful in appearance, seemed a not unsuitable bridegroom for
her. Mary Keith, Rosie, and Lulu, Calhoun, Harold, and Herbert acted
the parts of bridesmaids and groomsmen.

The ceremony was short and followed by some simple
refreshments—several kinds of cake, ice-cream, and lemonade.

Trunks had been packed and sent aboard the yacht, and before sundown
the passengers followed; the bride and groom, Calhoun and Mary, and
the captain with his entire family. It was not at all a sad good-by to
either those who went or those who stayed behind, for it was expected
that the _Dolphin_ would touch frequently at that port, so that her
passengers could pay a visit to the friends on shore, often on their
return taking some of them for a short distance out to sea.

The evening air from the sea was very cool, and for Marian’s sake—she
being as yet not far from on the invalid list—the older people confined
themselves most of the time to the saloon. But Lulu, wrapping a shawl
about her shoulders, went out upon the deck, where she seated herself
and gazed silently out upon the sea.

They were steaming northward scarcely out of sight of the shore. It was
a beautiful night, the moon shining brightly in the dark blue of the
heavens, flecked here and there with soft, fleecy, white clouds, and
the sea beneath looking like molten silver where her rays touched it.

Lulu enjoyed the sight and the delicious breeze that was blowing
softly shoreward, yet her thoughts were on other matters and she was
unusually silent and still. She had no one to talk to, but was very apt
when alone at such time and place to sing softly to herself.

She had not moved for some minutes when she felt a hand laid gently on
each shoulder, while her father’s voice asked in affectionate tones,
“What is my little girl thinking of?” He bent down over her as he spoke
and she looked up into his face.

“Oh, I’m so glad you have come, papa!” she said.

“Are you, daughter?” he returned, coming around, seating himself by her
side, and putting an arm about her waist. “I don’t know when I have
seen you so perfectly quiet and still. A penny for your thoughts.”

“They’re not worth a penny, papa,” she said laughingly, laying her head
on his shoulder and looking up lovingly into his eyes. “I’m afraid they
were rather foolish, but you can have them for nothing if you want
them. You know I belong to you—I’m so glad I do—so you have a right to
my thoughts; haven’t you?”

“We will leave that question to be considered at another time,” he
returned laughingly, hugging her up closer and giving her a kiss; “but
since you are willing, you may tell me what was the occasion of so much
grave thought in this little careless head,” stroking her hair and
repeating his caress.

“Well, then, papa, it was mostly about Marian I was thinking, and that
I should not like to be in her place. I like Cousin Arthur ever so
much for a doctor, but to have to leave my dear father and go to live
with him instead would be just dreadful. But then her father can’t be
one bit like mine, and I think that if I were his daughter I’d be glad
enough to leave him for Dr. Conly.”

“And I think no one could reasonably blame you if you were; especially
if, as in Marian’s case, it was to escape being forced into a marriage
with one who was far from agreeable to you and had already several
wives—which is a very wicked thing, forbidden by the law of both God
and man. But, situated as you are, it would, I think, be a very silly
thing for you to do as Marian has done, even were you of her age, and
you are really some three or four years younger.”

“And that’s a very great difference,” remarked Lulu soberly, “and I’m
glad of it, because I do so like to be my father’s own little girl. And
you won’t ever make me get married if I don’t want to, will you, papa?”

“No, daughter, certainly not. I shall be only too glad to keep
you—have you always and altogether my own.”

“It’s so good of you, you dear papa,” she said, nestling closer to him.
“I feel almost sure I shall never love any other man half so well as I
do you.”

“That is pleasant news to me,” he said, with a smile down into the
large, dark eyes lifted to his.




CHAPTER XIX.


THE next morning after the sailing of the _Dolphin_ brought to Mrs.
Travilla the news that her son Edward and his family, accompanied by
Ella Conly, were on their way north, intending first to visit the
Lelands at Evelyn’s cottage on the Hudson, then to come on to spend a
few weeks with her at the sea-shore.

Everybody was glad, for the departure of so large a number of those
who had made up their family for weeks past had left them all feeling
somewhat lonely.

Hugh Lilburn felt very loth to leave just as his betrothed was coming,
for the visit on the Hudson was not to be a long one; besides, he was
unwilling to leave his father to encounter McAlpine without being there
himself to defend him in case the Mormon should become abusive.

That he decided in his own mind would be worse than allowing his
business interests to suffer somewhat by a prolonged absence from his
newly acquired property.

But it was growing late in the season; the cottage nearest to the house
occupied by the Dinsmores, Mrs. Travilla, and the others of that party
was rented by them for the expected ones from New York, and in a week
from the departure of the _Dolphin_ and her passengers they arrived and
took possession.

But they were much like one family, taking their meals at the larger
house, spending the greater part of the day there or on the beach, or
taking walks and drives together.

They had letters now and then from the party in the yacht, who
seemed to be enjoying themselves greatly, and in a week after this
last arrival the vessel touched at Gloucester, and Mary Keith,
Calhoun, Herbert, and Harold landed, spent a few hours in the city,
then returned to their sea-side home, where they were welcomed with
demonstrations of delight.

They reported that Arthur and his bride seemed to be having a
delightful honeymoon and deemed it best to remain on the yacht somewhat
longer, unless they should hear of the whereabouts of McAlpine and know
that they would be safe from a visit from him, which, unless he became
a changed man, would undoubtedly be far from pleasant.

“I told them,” said Calhoun, “that I should rather enjoy giving him a
piece of my mind.”

“Yes, probably rather more than he would,” laughed Harold.

“I dare say,” returned Calhoun, “but I can’t say that I am
particularly anxious or desirous to give him pleasure. However, I think
he will find us too large a party to attack with anything worse than
hard words; and those I am by no means unwilling to stand for the sake
of my pretty young sister-in-law.”

“Marian is a sweet girl,” said Mary Keith, “and as Dr. Conly’s wife she
has made certain her escape from a dreadful fate.”

It was after tea and they were all in the parlor; for it was a cool
evening, cloudy and occasionally drizzling a little.

Mary had scarcely ceased speaking when a loud peal from the door-bell
startled every one. Harold stepped out to the hall to answer it. There
stood a tall, broad-shouldered man, who accosted him with, “How do you
do, sir? I understand that this is the house occupied by Mrs. Travilla,
Captain Raymond, and others.”

“Mrs. Travilla is here; Captain Raymond is not,” returned Harold. “May
I inquire what is your errand to either of them?”

“Yes. I understand that they are harboring here a daughter of mine,
considerably under age, who ran away from me some months ago. I have
come to take possession of her; and let me say I intend to do so, let
who will object.”

“She is not here,” answered Harold.

At that the man pushed him suddenly and rudely aside and walked boldly
and defiantly into the parlor. Mr. Lilburn instantly rose and faced
him. “William McAlpine, what brings you here?” he asked in stern tones.

“Is it you, Ronald Lilburn?” exclaimed the other in astonishment. “I
thought you were in auld Scotland and probably under the sod long ere
this. And is it you that’s carried off my bairn?”

“I have never seen Mormon land and didna carry her off,” was Mr.
Lilburn’s reply in a tone full of scorn and contempt; “but if I’d had
the chance I wad hae rescued her at the risk o’ my life from sic a
fate as you—unnatural beast o’ a mon that ye are—had prepared for her.
You are worse than a heathen, William McAlpine, wi’ your three or four
wives; and you broke the heart o’ Marian’s mither, my ain sweet cousin,
who demeaned hersel’ to marry you—a mean fellow not fit to wipe the
dust from her shoon.”

At that the man turned white with passion and lifted his clinched fist
as if about to strike the old gentleman down. But his son Hugh sprang
in between them, and at the same instant Edward and Harold sprang
forward and each seized an arm of the stalwart stranger, while Herbert
and Calhoun showed themselves ready to assist in preventing him from
harming their old friend.

But at that instant a woman’s voice, seemingly coming from the next
room, spoke in sadly beseeching tones:

“O Willie, Willie, wad ye harm my own dear auld cousin who has never
shown aught but kindness to us and ours? Is it not enough that ye broke
the heart o’y ain wife that loved ye better than all the warld beside?
And wad ye kill my ain bairn—the bonny lassie that we baith loved so
well when she was a wee toddling thing? Dinna meddle wi’ her, Willie;
dinna harm a hair o’ her head or I’ll haunt ye to the last day o’ your
life. Forsake your sins, Willie, put away your mony wives and be a true
servant o’ the Lord, or ye’ll never win to heaven; your soul will be
lost and I that loved ye so lang syne will see ye no more forever.”

McAlpine’s face turned ghastly white while he listened and his eyes
seemed starting from his head; then as the voice ceased he suddenly
wrenched himself free from the hold of Edward and Harold and rushed
from the room and the house like one pursued by an avenging foe; they
heard his steps echoing down the garden path, out into the road, and
away till the sounds were lost in the distance.

Then Mr. Dinsmore spoke, breaking the astonished silence:

“He is badly scared, and I think will hardly return to pursue his
search for his missing daughter.”

“I trust not, sir,” responded Cousin Ronald. “Fortunately I was able to
remember and reproduce the tones of his dead wife’s voice. My God-given
talent is sometimes useful, as well as a source of amusement to my
young friends.”

“And older ones also,” Elsie added with a smile.

“Yes, indeed,” said Rosie; “the man fairly frightened me, for he acted
as if he were wicked enough to hurt or even kill every one of us. I
don’t wonder Marian ran away from him and was so frightened at the very
thought of seeing him again.”

“Nor I,” said Zoe, looking at her husband with eyes full of tears. “O
my dear Ned, I was so afraid he would do you some dreadful harm! And
what if he should even yet; he may come back! Oh, let us shut doors and
windows.”

“I think there is hardly any danger of his returning,” remarked Hugh
Lilburn in a reassuring tone; “at least not to-night.”

The other gentlemen agreed in that opinion, and the ladies were
sufficiently reassured to be able to pass a comfortable night.

But though they were ignorant of the fact, McAlpine was in no condition
to injure any of them or even to return to their dwelling.

In the darkness and the confusion of his mind, he had wandered from the
path and fallen down a hill, landing on a bed of stones, striking his
head on one of them so that he was insensible for some hours, breaking
a rib and receiving internal injuries that proved fatal in a very
short time. In the morning some one passing heard his groans, went for
assistance, and he was carried into a house and a surgeon sent for, who
after making an examination told him he had but a few hours to live,
and if he had any affairs to settle he would do well to attend to them
immediately.

McAlpine was thrown into great distress of mind by the announcement,
and begged to have word sent to the house where he had been the night
before, with an earnest request that Mr. Lilburn would come to him, for
at least a few moments, as he had something he wished to say.

Shocked at the news of the man’s condition, Mr. Lilburn at once
hastened to his bedside.

“They tell me I’m a dying mon, Ronald Lilburn, and I maun ease my mind
afore I die, wi’ a word for my daughter Marian. Tell her for me that I
own I’ve been a hard father to her, and was—O God, forgive me—a cruel,
unfaithful husband to her mither after I turned Mormon. It’s a lustful,
wicked pretence o’ a religion, is Mormonism, and I dinna want Sandy
brought up to believe in it.”

He paused from exhaustion, and Mr. Lilburn told of his plans for Sandy
and the offers he had made the lad to educate and start him in life.

“God bless you for it,” returned the dying man. “I find now my death is
near that I care more for those two o’ my bairns than I thought. And
now I maun think o’ my soul! O Ronald Lilburn, what must I do to be
saved? Is there ony hope for such a sinner as I?”

“Yes, William. ‘The blood o’ Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from
all sin,’ and while there is life there is hope. Flee to Jesus, the
sinner’s friend, remembering his own words, ‘Him that cometh unto me I
will in no wise cast out.’”

“Lord, I come, I come; be merciful to me a sinner; save me for thine
own name’s sake,” came in earnest, pleading tones from the dying lips;
a few long-drawn breaths followed and the soul had fled.

The _Dolphin_ was known to be far out at sea; word of her father’s
arrival and his speedy and unexpected death could not be sent to
Marian, so the body was carried to an undertaker’s and the next
day quietly buried from there, Mr. Lilburn, his son, and the other
gentlemen of the family attending the funeral services.

When at length the news reached Marian, something of her early love
for her father seemed to return to her. She shed some tears over it,
yet in a short time her grief was more than swallowed up in a sense of
relief.

She was very, very happy with Arthur, who proved himself the kindest
and best of husbands. It was not thought necessary that her father’s
death should be made known in their home neighborhood, and on her
return she dressed as a bride. Her husband had told her of his improved
circumstances and was disposed to lavish upon her everything that heart
could wish. But she was not extravagant in her tastes or desires, and
he was satisfied to let her follow her own inclination in regard to
that and the continuing of her studies with Captain Raymond, at least
for a time.

That pleased the captain, and he was more than willing to receive her
as a pupil when they should all return home and he resume his labors as
instructor.

The entire family had now been let into the secret of Arthur’s
wonderfully large fee for his medical service to William Croly, and
heartily rejoiced with him.

Dr. Dick Percival joined them for a week at the sea-side, after which
all returned to their homes.

Calhoun had tried to induce his Mary to follow with him the example
set them by his brother and Marian, and Hugh Lilburn let his Ella know
that he would be far from objecting to making it a double wedding;
but neither lady would consent. Each wished to go home first and make
suitable preparations for the important event, Ella adding that Isadore
and the other sisters and brothers would have reason to be hurt if she
did not invite them all to be present at her wedding.

Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore and Mrs. Travilla thought she took a proper view
of the matter, as did Mary also, in regard to the time and place of her
own nuptials.

So Calhoun took her to her own home and left her there, with the
understanding that he was to return for her some weeks or months
hence—the day having not yet been fixed upon.

But before leaving their sea-side home all spent a day there together.
Naturally one of the principal topics of conversation was the
approaching journey to their southern homes.

“I wish I could take you all with me in the yacht,” said Captain
Raymond, addressing the company in general, “but unfortunately there
is not accommodation for so many. Mother, we must have you and Grandpa
and Grandma Dinsmore, as it is a more restful way to travel than by the
cars. The doctor and his bride are already engaged to us, and we must,
I think, take Evelyn, Rosie, and Walter; we should hardly know what
to do without them any longer,” he added with his pleasant smile. “We
have eight family and passenger state-rooms, and beds can be made up at
nights in the saloon,” he continued, “and in that way we can make room
for several more.”

He paused for a reply, but no one spoke, each seemingly waiting for the
others.

At length Violet said: “I think you and your babies should be with us,
Zoe; then of course Edward would need to be there to take care of you
all; for he would not be willing to trust that business to any one
else. And Harold and Herbert ought to be with their mother, having,
poor little lads! been so much away from her for the last few years,”
she added in a sportive tone.

Every one approved, and so it was settled. The journey was a safe and
prosperous one with all; they arrived at their homes, Ion, Woodburn,
and Roselands, without accident or loss, and presently had settled down
for the duties and pleasures of the fall and coming winter.


    THE END.

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Transcriber’s Notes:

Obvious punctuation errors repaired.

Page 78, “beign” changed to “begin” (show was to begin)





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