CHAPTER X.
"Now, my daughters, Lucilla and Grace, if you have any preparations to make for your trip to New Orleans, my advice is that you attend to them at once," Captain Raymond said when their callers had gone.
"Yes, sir," they both returned, making prompt movement to obey; Lucilla adding, "though I am sure we have but little to do."
"And what are your directions to me, Captain Raymond? or am I to be left entirely to my own devices?" laughed Violet.
"I think my wife is wise enough to be safely so left," he replied in his usual pleasant tones, and with a look of fond appreciation; "and perhaps might give some advice to my daughters," he added.
"And now I think of it, perhaps it might be well to consult with them in regard to some matters," said Violet, and hurried away after the girls, who had gone up to their sleeping apartments.
"Have not you some preparations to make also, Elsie?" asked Mr.
Dinsmore of his daughter.
"Very little," she answered with a smile; "only some packing that my maid can do in a few minutes. Ah, there is someone wanting to speak to me, I think," as an elderly negro came out upon the veranda, bowed to the company in general, then looked toward her with a sort of pleading expression, as if he had a pet.i.tion to offer.
She rose and went to him, asking in kindly inquiring tone, "What is it, Uncle Joe?"
"Ise come to ax a favor, mistiss," he replied, bowing low. "Ole Aunt Silvy she mighty porely--mos" likely gwine die befo" many days--an"
she doan pear to feel pow"ful sure ob de road for to git to de bes"
place on de furder side ob de river. She says Miss Elsie knows da way and maybe she come and "struct her how to find it."
"Indeed I shall be very glad if I can help her to find it," Elsie answered with emotion. "I will go with you at once." Then turning to her son, "Harold," she said, "Uncle Joe reports a woman at the quarter as very ill; will you go down there with me and see if your medical skill can give her any relief?"
"Certainly, mother dear;" replied Harold, hastening to her side; and excusing herself to her guests and taking her son"s arm, Mrs. Travilla at once set off for the quarter, Uncle Joe following respectfully at a little distance, ready to point out the cabin where the ailing negress lay.
They found her tossing about on her bed, moaning and groaning. "Oh, mistiss," she cried as they entered, "you"s berry good comin" fo" to see dis po" ole darky. I"se pow"ful glad for to see you, mistiss, an"
de young ma.s.sa too. Uncle Joe, set out dat cheer fo" de mistiss and dat oder one for de young ma.s.sa."
Uncle Joe hastened to do her bidding, while Harold felt her pulse and questioned her in regard to her illness.
She complained of misery in her head, misery in her back, and being "pow"ful weak," finishing up with the query, "Is I gwine die dis day, suh?"
"I think not," he replied, "you may live for weeks or months. But life is very uncertain with us all, and I advise you to promptly make every preparation for death and eternity."
"Dat"s what I gwine do when mistiss tell me how," she groaned, with a look of keen distress directed toward Mrs. Travilla.
"I will try to make the way plain to you," that lady returned in compa.s.sionate tones. "It is just to come to the Lord Jesus confessing that you are a helpless, undone sinner and asking him to help you--to take away the love of sinning and wash you in his own precious blood.
The Bible tells us "He is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto G.o.d by him." And he says, "Him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out." So that if you come, truly seeking him with all your heart--desiring to be saved, not only from eternal death but from sin and the love of it--he will hear and save you."
"Won" you pray de good Lawd for dis ole darky, mistiss?" pleaded the woman. "You knows bes" how to say de words, an" dis chile foller you in her heart."
At that Mrs. Travilla knelt beside the bed and offered up an earnest prayer couched in the simplest words, so that the poor ignorant creature on the bed could readily understand and feel it all.
"Dis chile am berry much "bliged, mistiss," she said, when Mrs.
Travilla had resumed her seat by the bedside. "I t"ink de good Lawd hear dat prayer an open de gate ob heaben to ole Silvy when she git dar."
"I hope so indeed," Mrs. Travilla replied. "Put all your trust in Jesus and you will be safe; for he died to save sinners such as you and I. We cannot do anything to save ourselves, but to all who come to him he gives salvation without money and without price. Don"t think you can do anything to earn it; it is his free gift."
"But de Lawd"s chillens got to be good, mistiss, aint dey?"
"Yes; they are not his children if they do not try to know and do all his holy will. Jesus said, "If ye love me, keep my commandments." "Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you." We have no right to consider ourselves Christians if we do not try earnestly to keep all his commands, and do all his holy will."
Harold had sat there listening quietly to all his mother said and had knelt with her when she prayed. Now, when she paused for a little, he questioned Aunt Silvy about her ailments, gave her directions for taking some medicine, and said he would send it presently from the house. Mrs. Travilla added that she would send some delicacies to tempt the sickly appet.i.te; then with a few more kindly words they left the cabin, bidding Uncle Joe a kindly good-by as they went.
"You do not think Aunt Silvy really a dying woman, Harold?" his mother said in a tone of inquiry, as they walked on together.
"No, mamma; I shall not be surprised if she lives for years yet,"
Harold answered cheerily. "No doubt she is suffering, but I think medicine, rest, and suitable food will relieve her and she will probably be about again in a week or two. But preparation for death and eternity can do her no harm."
"No, certainly; to become truly a Christian must add to the happiness--as well as safety--of anyone."
"And you have brought that happiness to many a one, my dear mother,"
Harold said, giving her a tenderly affectionate look. "How often in thinking of you I recall those words of the prophet Daniel, "And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness, as the stars for ever and ever.""
""Tis a precious promise," she said with emotion. "Oh, my son, make it the business of your life to do that; to help to the healing of souls--the immortal part--even more than that of the frail bodies which must soon die."
"Yes, mother," he said with emotion, "I do try constantly to do that; and it is a great comfort and help to me to know that my dear mother is often asking for me help from on high."
"Yes," she said; "without that none of us could accomplish anything in the way of winning souls for Christ; and every Christian should feel that that is his princ.i.p.al work. This life is so short and the never-ending ages of eternity are so long. "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom in the grave whither thou goest.""
They walked on in silence for a little, then Harold remarked that the air was delightful and a little more extended walk might prove beneficial to them both.
"Yes," replied his mother, "let us take a stroll through the orange orchard; the sight and perfume of the fruit and blossoms are delightful."
"Yes, indeed!" he said, "and you can see, mother, whether everything is properly cared for."
"I expect to find it so," she returned, "as I have every reason to believe my overseer both faithful and competent."
They enjoyed their stroll greatly and she found no reason to change her estimate of the overseer.
It was lunch time when they returned to the house, and on leaving the table some of their party went for a row on the bayou while the rest chose riding or driving through the beautiful woods. Evelyn and Max, Lucilla and Chester formed the riding party and greatly enjoyed their little excursion. The courting of the two young couples was carried on in a very quiet way, but was none the less satisfactory and enjoyable for that. But all four of them felt a great interest in the approaching wedding and much of their talk as they rode was of it, and what gifts to the bride would be the most appropriate and acceptable.
"Chester, you know you have promised to advise me what to give to Sidney," Lucilla said, with a smile into his eyes.
"You dear girl! so I will and I make that same request of you, for I am sure you know far more about such matters than I do," he returned with a very loverlike look.
"Quite a mistake, Mr. Dinsmore," she laughed. "But I understood you intended to give some part of the trousseau--perhaps the wedding dress."
"Yes; that and pretty much all the rest of it. And I am sure your help will be invaluable in the choice of the various articles."
"Thank you," she said, with a pleased laugh. "It is very nice to have you think so highly of my judgment and taste; but I hope you will let Grandma Elsie and Mamma Vi and Eva a.s.sist in the selection."
"Certainly, if you wish it, but I do not promise to let their opinions have as much weight with me as yours."
"No, you needn"t," she returned merrily; "it is by no means disagreeable to have you consider mine the most valuable, even though it be really worthless in other people"s esteem. It is very possible Sidney might prefer their choice to mine."
"Ah! but she won"t have the chance. By the way, your father has a good deal of taste in the line of ladies" dress, has he not?"