"All right, _au revoir_."
On his exit, Tremaine said, laughingly,
"Good night. If the candidates were as sure of their election as our friend Cobbe is of his, they would sleep till Tuesday without a narcotic or a charm from the good fairies."
CHAPTER XXI.
A HAPPY NEW YEAR.
"A Happy New Year! A Happy New Year!" is on every tongue, and how exhilarating is the cry uttered by thousands. From the weakly voice of our aged loved ones, to the bird-like notes of the wee children, mingling with the merry sleigh-bells, do our politicians take up the refrain; and our manly men, and ambitious women, sing out in various chords, as they swarm to the polls, "A Happy New Year! A Happy New Year!"
And Old Boreas takes up the refrain, and blows till his cheeks crack, down Yonge street, from his northern realm. Yea, forty miles distant, does he send his cold breath. A Happy New Year! A Happy New Year.
And our young men and maidens, our girls and our boys, laugh till the air rings. Hurrah for the north wind, we"ll go to the Granite and have a good skate.
And one gathers from the merry medley that our King Coal, and the _Sentinel_, are this year"s favorites; but those who have put money up, and those who have not, must even wait with bated breath till midnight, or till dawn; and in dreamland, see their pet schemes forwarded, their own man in the Mayor"s chair.
It was a busy day at Holmnest, a bee-hive with no drones, by eleven a.m.
Mrs. Gower has polled her vote; afterwards, with Miss Crew, drove through snow-mantled Rosedale, down villa-lined Jarvis street, through those stores of wealth, Yonge and King streets, along the margin of the silver lake, ere turning the horses" heads to the north-west and Holmnest; visiting, also, some of the poorer streets, in which quarters Miss Crew has found G.o.d"s poor, many cases having touched her heart, she now leaves little parcels of good things to gladden these homes.
"You will become bankrupt, Miss Crew," said Mrs. Gower, as they are driven home.
"I am almost so, now; and if it will not bother you, I should like to tell you of a plan I have in view."
"Bother me? I should say not. You should know I take too much interest in you for that." "Thank you; some connections, until recently, have remitted to me a sum amply sufficient for my needs; I know not why," she said, in troubled tones, "they have discontinued it; but they have, and it remains for me to face the difficulty, now that Garfield has outgrown my tuition, I cannot remain dependent on the Dale"s kindness; and of Mr.
Dale"s generous, good treatment of me, a stranger, I cannot say too much; but I must exert myself to get a new situation," she said, nervously. "And will you, dear Mrs. Gower, do what you can in advising me; I have been looking in the newspapers, but have seen nothing suitable."
"Excuse me, Miss Crew, but are you ent.i.tled by law to receive this remittance you speak of? if so, you should not quietly relinquish it, but should consult a lawyer. We, at Toronto, are blessed with several honest, as well as clever, law firms. I will accompany you readily, or do anything I can for you."
"You are very kind, but I shrink from lawyers, they ask so many questions," she said, timidly.
"You must not mind that, dear; if you were ill, what would you do, send for a medical man? and the more questions he asked, the better he would understand your case."
"I wish I was braver; but I am only a girl, and have had much trouble, which has made me very nervous and timid."
For one so extremely reticent, this was quite a confidence.
"Yes, it would have that effect on one of your temperament; but with me, my troubles have made me more self-reliant; finding few to trust, I have leaned on myself."
"Yes, you seem to me very brave; but don"t you think I should advertise for a situation at once?"
"No, decidedly not. You should ask Mr. Dale to advise, and I shall be very pleased to have you with me all winter."
"How very kind you are, Mrs. Gower," and the tears came to her eyes, "but I should be more satisfied, adding to my purse."
"Very well, dear; I commend your decision, but remember the bedroom you occupy is Miss Crew"s own, and your little home-nest will be ever ready for you; but do not forget my advice, which is to confide in Mr. Dale, fully and entirely; he can, and will, give you the very best advice."
"Oh, I don"t see how I can. If you only knew; but how selfish I am, spoiling your drive, and on New Year"s Day, too."
Here a small sleigh, in which were seated a comfortable-looking couple; the man a ma.s.s of grey tints--complexion, hair, whiskers, overcoat, and fur cap--looking like a man who had led a sedentary life; the woman, fresh of color, partly bent by the breath of old Boreas, both looking quietly happy, but so intent on turning their heads, as if on a pivot, first on this side, now on that, as they drove down handsome Saint George street, as to be oblivious of the approach of the sleigh in which were seated Mrs. Gower and Miss Crew.
"Look out, there," shouted the driver. At this, the man, giving his whole attention to his horse, turned him out of the way just in time to save a collision; the woman, as they pa.s.sed, looking at the occupants.
She gave a great cry to stop them, but the driver had given his horses the whip, and on they dashed. Miss Crew had leaned forward, pale as death, her lips blue and parted, she tried to frame the word, "Stop,"
but failed. Mrs. Gower, in sympathy, defining her meaning, cried:
"Stop, driver, please."
On his doing so:
"Is the sleigh we just pa.s.sed out of sight?"
"No, ma"am; the gentleman has turned, and is a following of us. Would you, ladies, like a New Year"s race? if so, I"m your man," he said, grinning.
But Miss Crew, white as the snow, and looking whiter by contrast with the pretty red hat, has leaped out of the cutter.
"My dog-skin coat is very warm, Mrs. Gower; don"t wait; I must speak to them," she said, in the greatest excitement, her eyes glistening, her color coming and going.
"But you will take cold, dear; get in beside me again until they come up."
"No, no, I beg; I wish to meet them _alone_," she whispered.
"On one condition; are they friends?"
"Yes; oh, yes, she is one of my best."
Mrs. Gower, seeing them almost close, wishing her an affectionate good-bye, bade the man drive on, and, as was natural, fell into a reverie over the strange occurrence happening to a girl of Miss Crew"s remarkably reticent character. She seemed pleased, but so intensely excited, one could scarcely tell her real feelings. She thought, "But I sincerely hope it will be a bright incident for her to begin 1888 with; for a more truly pious, gentle, amiable girl I have never met."
On the driver drawing in his horses, to allow a gentlemanly-looking man to pa.s.s, who was crossing Bloor West, at the head of St. George street, Mrs. Gower waking from her reverie, sees Mr. Buckingham.
"The compliments of the season, Mrs. Gower," he said, lifting his hat.
"The same to you. Whither bound?"
"To Holmnest."
"Then you had better come into the sleigh; "there"s room enough for twa.""
"Thanks; with pleasure."
"Driver, you see the young lady ahead of us. I expect she is coming to my place. Just pick her up, please."
"All right, ma"am."
"I suppose you will think our sleighing a make-believe, after Lindsay, and locality."