And with that the subject was dropped.
The Lee household at that time consisted of Captain and Mrs. Lee, the two children, Sherman and Carolina, and the widow of a cousin of Captain Lee, Rhett Winchester, whom they called Cousin Lois.
Mrs. Winchester had abundant means of her own, which were all in the hands of the Lee family agents, and she was distinguished by her idolatry of Carolina. No temptation of travel, no wooing of elderly fortune hunters, had power to move her. All the love which in her early life had been given to her husband, relations, and friends, she now poured out on the child of her husband"s cousin. She had been denied children of her own, which, perhaps, was just as well, as she would have ruined them with indulgence. Mrs. Winchester was a born aunt or grandmother. She took up the spoiling just where a mother"s firmness ceased.
She cared very little for Sherman, who was three years older than Carolina, and who resembled his Northern mother as closely as Carolina modelled herself upon her father, except that Sherman was weak, whereas Mrs. Lee, as a De Clifford of England, inherited great strength of character as well as a calm judgment and a governable quality, which made her an admirable helpmeet for the fiery, if controlled, nature of her Southern husband.
Never was there a happiness so complete as Carolina"s seemed to be. She grew from a beautiful child into a still more beautiful young girl. She absorbed her education without effort, learning languages from much travel and from hearing them constantly spoken, and breathing in the truest culture from her daily surroundings. How could an intelligent girl be ignorant of art and science and literature and diplomacy when she heard them discussed by some of the greatest minds of the day as commonly as most children hear continual conversations about the shortcomings of the servants? She did not realize that she was unusually equipped because it had been absorbed as unconsciously as the air she breathed, but other American girls who came into contact with her felt and resented it or admired it, according to their calibre.
In religion Carolina was outwardly orthodox and conventional, but many were the discussions she and her father held on the subject, in strict privacy, and many were the questions she put to him which he could not answer. He often ended these interrogations by gathering her up in his arms and saying: "My little girl will need a new religion, made especially for her, if she continues to trouble her head about things which no man knoweth!"
"But why don"t they know, dearest? And why does the Bible contradict itself so? And how can G.o.d be a "father" if he sends pain and sickness and death? Is He any worse than a real father would be? And why does He not answer prayers when He promises to? And when did the healing Jesus taught His disciples disappear? Did He only let them possess the power for a few years? Why are we commanded to be "perfect" when G.o.d knows we can"t be? And how can you believe in a G.o.d who punishes you and sends all manner of evil on you while calling Himself a G.o.d of Love?"
"Carolina! Carolina! You make my head swim with your heresies! I don"t know, child! I don"t know the answer to a single one of your questions. Such things do not trouble me. I believe in G.o.d, and that satisfies me."
"No, it doesn"t, daddy!" cried the girl, astutely, "but you try to make yourself believe that it does."
"Then try to make yourself believe it, dear. It has done me very well for nearly forty years."
And as usual, such footless discussion ended in nothingness and a burst of human love which effectually put out of mind all gropings after Divine Love!
CHAPTER II.
THE FIRST GRIEF
Then, with no illness to prepare her for so awful a blow, with nothing but a stopping of the heart-beats, Carolina"s father fell into his last, long sleep, and before she could fairly realize her loss, her mother followed him.
Within six weeks, the girl found herself orphaned and mistress of the great Lee fortune, but utterly alone in the world, for her grandfather had died the year previous and Sherman had just married and gone back to America.
That Carolina felt her mother"s loss no one could doubt, but the change in the young girl wrought by her father"s death was something awful to behold. She had not dreamed that he could die. He was so young, so strong, so n.o.ble, so upright, such an honour to his country and to his race! Why should perfection cease to exist and the ignorant, wicked, and common live on? Carolina resisted the thought with tigerish fierceness, and openly blasphemed the G.o.d who created her.
"G.o.d my father?" she stormed at Cousin Lois, who listened with blanched face and trembling fear of further vengeance on the part of outraged Deity. "Why, would my own precious father send me a moment of such suffering as I have pa.s.sed through ever since they took him away from me? He would have given his life to save me from one heart-pang, and you ask me to believe that G.o.d is a father, when He sends such awful anguish into this world?"
"He sends it for your good, Carolina, dear," pleaded Cousin Lois.
"Oh, He does, does He? He thinks it will do me good to suffer? _Daddy_ thought so, didn"t he? Daddy _liked_ to make me unhappy, didn"t he? He didn"t realize how blissful heavenly love could be, so he only loved me in a poor, blind, earthly fashion, which made every day a joy and every hour we spent together a song! Poor daddy! To be so ignorant of the real way to love his children!"
"Oh, Carolina!" moaned Mrs. Winchester.
"G.o.d hates me, Cousin Lois," said the girl, dropping her impa.s.sioned manner and speaking with bitter calmness.
"I have been recognizing it for some time. I have felt that He was jealous of my happiness. You know it says: "For I the Lord thy G.o.d am a jealous G.o.d." He admits it Himself. So He took vengeance on me through His power and killed my parents just to show me that He could! But if He thinks that I am going to kneel down and thank Him for murder, and love Him for ruining my life--"
A steel blue light seemed to blaze from the girl"s eyes as she thus raised her tiny hand and shook it at her Creator.
Cousin Lois burst into tears. Carolina viewed her without sympathy.
"I am so little," she said, suddenly. "It is a brave thing for G.o.d to pit His great strength against mine, isn"t it? Listen to me, Cousin Lois, I am done with religion from now on. I will never say another prayer as long as I live. The worst has happened to me which could happen. Nothing more counts."
It was while she was in this terrible state of mind that Mrs. Winchester took charge of her.
Sherman and his wife came over for the funeral of their father, and before they could so arrange their affairs as to be able to leave for home, they were called upon to bury, instead of try to console, their mother.
Neither Carolina nor Mrs. Winchester liked Adelaide, Sherman"s wife.
She was selfish and ignorant, but, with true loyalty to their own, they never expressed themselves on the subject, even to each other. After the period of mourning was over, they accepted her invitation to visit her, and spent a month in New Work. Then, with no explanation whatever, Mrs. Winchester and Carolina went abroad and travelled--travelled now furiously, now in a desultory way; now stopping for one month or six; now hurrying away from a spot as if plague-stricken--all at Carolina"s whim.
It was a strange life for an ardent young American to lead, but Noel St.
Quentin and Kate Howard, who knew Carolina best, shook their heads, and fancied that the two travellers found in Mrs. Sherman Lee their incentive to remain away from America so long and so persistently.
Mrs. Winchester and Carolina were an oddly a.s.sorted pair, but their very dissimilarity made them congenial.
Mrs. Winchester was a woman who merited the attention she always received.
At first sight she did not invariably attract, being stout, asthmatic, vague of manner, and of middle age. She had her figure well in hand, however, large though she was. Her waist-line, she was fond of saying, had remained the same for twenty years, though the rest of her had outgrown all recollection of the trim young girl she doubtless had been.
But it was her complexion of which she was most proud. It was still a blending of cream and roses, and her blush was famous.
"Carolina, child," she used to say, "don"t let me be ridiculous, just because I am large. Promise me that you will never leave crumbs on my breast, even if they fall there and I can"t see them. If you only knew how I suffered from not knowing where all of me is. Why, with my figure, it is just like the women we used to see in Russia with little tables on each hip and a tray around their necks. Don"t laugh, child.
It"s dreadful, my dear."
"Well, but Cousin Lois, it wouldn"t be so bad if you wouldn"t pinch your waist in so. Just let that out and you will find yourself falling into place, so to speak."
"What!" cried Mrs. Winchester. "Lose the only--the only thing I have left to be proud of, except my complexion? Carolina, you are crazy. I"d rather never draw another comfortable breath than to add one inch to my waist-line. No, Carolina. Don"t advise me. Just watch for the crumbs.
For I will not be guilty of the inelegance of tucking a napkin under my chin if I ruin a dress at each meal."
Thus it will be seen that Mrs. Winchester was quite determined in spite of the gentlest manner of putting her ultimatum into words.
She carefully cultivated her asthma, as, without affording her too much discomfort, it was always an excuse to travel.
"Asthma is the most respectable disease I know of," she often said to Carolina. "Gout is more aristocratic, but so uncomfortable. Asthma is refined and thoroughly convenient, besides always forming a safe topic of conversation, especially with strangers."
"That makes it almost indispensable for persistent travellers like us, doesn"t it?" said Carolina.
"Well, you may get tired of hearing about it, but with me it is always a test of a person"s manners. When a stranger says to me "How do you do, Mrs. Winchester?" I don"t consider him polite if he makes that merely a form of salutation. I want him to stand still and listen while I answer his question and tell him just how I feel!"
She also had a slight cast in her eye, which added to this gentleness and likewise led the casual observer to suspect her of vagueness of purpose, but her intimates made no such mistake. The mere fact that one of her light gray eyes was not quite in line with the other rather added to her attractions, for if her features and manner had carried out the suggestions of her figure, she would have been a formidable addition to society instead of the charming one she really proved.
She habitually wore light mourning for the two excellent reasons she herself gave, although General Winchester had been dead these twelve years.
"In the first place," she always said, when Carolina tried to coax her to leave off her veil at least in warm weather, "mourning is so dignified, especially in the chaperoning of a young and charming girl.
In the second place, age shows first of all in a woman"s neck, try as she may to conceal it. In the third place, a large woman ought always to wear black if she knows what she is about, and as to my bonnet always being a trifle crooked, as you say it is, well, Carolina, little as I like to say it, I really think that is your fault. It would be so easy for you to keep your eye on it and give me a hint. I only ask these two things of you."
"I"ll try, Cousin Lois," Carolina always hastened to say, "though really a crooked bonnet on you does not look as bad as it would on some women.
If you can understand me, it really seems to become you--it looks so natural and so comfortable."
"Now, Carolina, that is only your dear way of trying to set me _a mon aise_! As if a crooked bonnet ever could look nice!"