The servants at the mansion did not convey numerous letters with superscriptions in a bold, manly hand, sealed with the arms of a well-known house, and directed to Miss Helen Darley; nor, on the other hand, did Hiram, the man from the lean streak in New Hampshire, carry sweet-smelling, rose-hued, many-layered, criss-crossed, fine-st.i.tch-lettered packages of note-paper directed to Dudley Venner, Esq., and all too scanty to hold that incredible expansion of the famous three words which a woman was born to say,--that perpetual miracle which astonishes all the go-betweens who wear their shoes out in carrying a woman"s infinite variations on the theme--
"I love you."
But the reader must remember that there are walks in country-towns where people are liable to meet by accident, and that the hollow of an old tree has served the purpose of a post-office sometimes; so that he has her choice (to divide the p.r.o.nouns impartially) of various hypotheses to account for the new glory of happiness which seemed to have irradiated our poor Helen"s features, as if her dreary life were awakening in the dawn of a blessed future.
With all the alleviations which have been hinted at, Mr. Dudley Venner thought that the days and the weeks had never moved so slowly as through the last period of the autumn that was pa.s.sing. Elsie had been a perpetual source of anxiety to him, but still she had been a companion.
He could not mourn for her; for he felt that she was safer with her mother, in that world where there are no more sorrows and dangers, than she could have been with him. But as he sat at his window and looked at the three mounds, the loneliness of the great house made it seem more like the sepulchre than these narrow dwellings where his beloved and her daughter lay close to each other, side by side,--Catalina, the bride of his youth, and Elsie, the child whom he had nurtured, with poor Old Sophy, who had followed them like a black shadow, at their feet, under the same soft turf, sprinkled with the brown autumnal leaves. It was not good for him to be thus alone. How should he ever live through the long months of November and December?
The months of November and December did, in some way or other, get rid of themselves at last, bringing with them the usual events of village-life and a few unusual ones. Some of the geologists had been up to look at the great slide, of which they gave those prolix accounts which everybody remembers who read the scientific journals of the time.
The engineers reported that there was little probability of any further convulsion along the line of rocks which overhung the more thickly settled part of the town. The naturalists drew up a paper on the "Probable Extinction of the Crotalus Durissus in the Township of Rockland." The engagement of the Widow Rowens to a Little Millionville merchant was announced,--"Sudding "n" onexpected," Widow Leech said,--"waalthy, or she wouldn"t ha" looked at him,--fifty year old, if he is a day, "n" hu"n"t got a white hair in his head." The Reverend Chauncy Fairweather had publicly announced that he was going to join the Roman Catholic communion,--not so much to the surprise or consternation of the religious world as he had supposed. Several old ladies forthwith proclaimed their intention of following him; but, as one or two of them were deaf, and another had been threatened with an attack of that mild, but obstinate complaint, dementia senilis, many thought it was not so much the force of his arguments as a kind of tendency to jump as the bellwether jumps, well known in flocks not included in the Christian fold. His bereaved congregation immediately began pulling candidates on and off, like new boots, on trial. Some pinched in tender places; some were too loose; some were too square-toed; some were too coa.r.s.e, and did n"t please; some were too thin, and would n"t last;--in short, they could n"t possibly find a fit. At last, people began to drop in to hear old Doctor Honeywood. They were quite surprised to find what a human old gentleman he was, and went back and told the others, that, instead of being a case of confluent sectarianism, as they supposed, the good old minister had been so well vaccinated with charitable virus that he was now a true, open-souled Christian of the mildest type. The end of all which was, that the liberal people went over to the old minister almost in a body, just at the time that Deacon Shearer and the "Vinegar-Bible"
party split off, and that not long afterwards they sold their own meeting-house to the malecontents, so that Deacon Soper used often to remind Colonel Sprowle of his wish that "our little man and him [the Reverend Doctor] would swop pulpits," and tell him it had "pooty nigh come trew."--But this is antic.i.p.ating the course of events, which were much longer in coming about; for we have but just got through that terrible long month, as Mr. Dudley Venner found it, of December.
On the first of January, Mr. Silas Peckham was in the habit of settling his quarterly accounts, and making such new arrangements as his convenience or interest dictated. New Year was a holiday at the Inst.i.tute. No doubt this accounted for Helen"s being dressed so charmingly,--always, to be sure in, her own simple way, but yet with such a true lady"s air, that she looked fit to be the mistress of any mansion in the land.
She was in the parlor alone, a little before noon, when Mr. Peckham came in.
"I"m ready to settle my accaount with you now, Miss Darley," said Silas.
"As you please, Mr. Peckham," Helen answered, very graciously.
"Before payin" you your selary," the Princ.i.p.al continued, "I wish to come to an understandin" as to the futur". I consider that I"ve been payin" high, very high, for the work you do. Women"s wages can"t be expected to do more than feed and clothe "em, as a gineral thing, with a little savin", in case of sickness, and to bury "em, if they break daown, as all of "em are liable to do at any time. If I a"n"t misinformed, you not only support yourself out of my establishment, but likewise relatives of yours, who I don"t know that I"m called upon to feed and clothe. There is a young woman, not burdened with dest.i.tute relatives, has signified that she would be glad to take your dooties for less pec.o.o.niary compensation, by a consid"able amaount, than you now receive. I shall be willin", however, to retain your services at sech redooced rate as we shall fix upon,--provided sech redooced rate be as low or lower than the same services can be obtained elsewhere."
"As you please, Mr. Peckham," Helen answered, with a smile so sweet that the Princ.i.p.al (who of course had trumped up this opposition-teacher for the occasion) said to himself she would stand being cut down a quarter, perhaps a half, of her salary.
"Here is your accaount, Miss Darley, and the balance doo you,"
said Silas Peckham, handing her a paper and a small roll of infectious-flavored bills wrapping six poisonous coppers of the old coinage.
She took the paper and began looking at it. She could not quite make up her mind to touch the feverish bills with the cankering coppers in them, and left them airing themselves on the table.
The doc.u.ment she held ran as follows:
Silas Peckham, Esq., Princ.i.p.al of the Apollinean Inst.i.tute, In Account with Helen Darley, a.s.sist. Teacher.
Dr. Cr.
To salary for quarter By Deduction for absence ending Jan 1st @ $75 per 1 week 3 days........... $10.00 quarter................ $75.00 "Board, lodging, etc for 10 days @ 75 cts per day.. 7.50
"Damage to Inst.i.tution by absence of teacher from duties, say.............. 25.00
"Stationary furnished......... 43
"Postage-stamp................ 01
"Balance due Helen Darley. 32.06 ------ -------- $75.00 $75.00
ROCKLAND, Jan. 1st, 1859.
Now Helen had her own private reasons for wishing to receive the small sum which was due her at this time without any unfair deduction,--reasons which we need not inquire into too particularly, as we may be very sure that they were right and womanly. So, when she looked over this account of Mr. Silas Peckham"s, and saw that he had contrived to pare down her salary to something less than half its stipulated amount, the look which her countenance wore was as near to that of righteous indignation as her gentle features and soft blue eyes would admit of its being.
"Why, Mr. Peckham," she said, "do you mean this? If I am of so much value to you that you must take off twenty-five dollars for ten days"
absence, how is it that my salary is to be cut down to less than seventy-five dollars a quarter, if I remain here?"
"I gave you fair notice," said Silas. "I have a minute of it I took down immed"ately after the intervoo."
He lugged out his large pocket-book with the strap going all round it, and took from it a slip of paper which confirmed his statement.
"Besides," he added, slyly, "I presoom you have received a liberal pec.o.o.niary compensation from Squire Venner for nussin" his daughter."
Helen was looking over the bill while he was speaking.
"Board and lodging for ten days, Mr. Peckham,--whose board and lodging, pray?"
The door opened before Silas Peckham could answer, and Mr. Bernard walked into the parlor. Helen was holding the bill in her hand, looking as any woman ought to look who has been at once wronged and insulted.
"The last turn of the thumbscrew!" said Mr. Bernard to himself.
"What is it, Helen? You look troubled."
She handed him the account.
He looked at the footing of it. Then he looked at the items. Then he looked at Silas Peckham.
At this moment Silas was sublime. He was so transcendently unconscious of the emotions going on in Mr. Bernard"s mind at the moment, that he had only a single thought.
"The accaount"s correc"ly cast, I presoom;--if the" "s any mistake of figgers or addin" "em up, it"ll be made all right. Everything"s accordin" to agreement. The minute written immed"ately after the intervoo is here in my possession."
Mr. Bernard looked at Helen. Just what would have happened to Silas Peckham, as he stood then and there, but for the interposition of a merciful Providence, n.o.body knows or ever will know; for at that moment steps were heard upon the stairs, and Hiram threw open the parlor-door for Mr. Dudley Venner to enter.
He saluted them all gracefully with the good-wishes of the season, and each of them returned his compliment,--Helen blushing fearfully, of course, but not particularly noticed in her embarra.s.sment by more than one.
Silas Peckham reckoned with perfect confidence on his Trustees, who had always said what he told them to, and done what he wanted. It was a good chance now to show off his power, and, by letting his instructors know the unstable tenure of their offices, make it easier to settle his accounts and arrange his salaries. There was nothing very strange in Mr.
Venner"s calling; he was one of the Trustees, and this was New Year"s Day. But he had called just at the lucky moment for Mr. Peckham"s object.
"I have thought some of makin" changes in the department of instruction," he began. "Several accomplished teachers have applied to me, who would be glad of sitooations. I understand that there never have been so many fust-rate teachers, male and female, out of employment as doorin" the present season. If I can make sahtisfahctory arrangements with my present corpse of teachers, I shall be glad to do so; otherwise I sh.e.l.l, with the permission of the Trustees, make sech noo arrangements as circ.u.mstahnces compel."
"You may make arrangements for a new a.s.sistant in my department, Mr.
Peckham," said Mr. Bernard, "at once,--this day,--this hour. I am not safe to be trusted with your person five minutes out of this lady"s presence,--of whom I beg pardon for this strong language. Mr. Venner, I must beg you, as one of the Trustees of this Inst.i.tution, to look at the manner in which its Princ.i.p.al has attempted to swindle this faithful teacher whose toils and sacrifices and self-devotion to the school have made it all that it is, in spite of this miserable trader"s incompetence. Will you look at the paper I hold?"
Dudley Venner took the account and read it through, without changing a feature. Then he turned to Silas Peckham.
"You may make arrangements for a new a.s.sistant in the branches this lady has taught. Miss Helen Darley is to be my wife. I had hoped to have announced this news in a less abrupt and ungraceful manner. But I came to tell you with my own lips what you would have learned before evening from my friends in the village."
Mr. Bernard went to Helen, who stood silent, with downcast eyes, and took her hand warmly, hoping she might find all the happiness she deserved. Then he turned to Dudley Venner, and said, "She is a queen, but has never found it out. The world has nothing n.o.bler than this dear woman, whom you have discovered in the disguise of a teacher. G.o.d bless her and you!"
Dudley Venner returned his friendly grasp, without answering a word in articulate speech.
Silas remained dumb and aghast for a brief s.p.a.ce. Coming to himself a little, he thought there might have been some mistake about the items,--would like to have Miss barley"s bill returned,--would make it all right,--had no idee that Squire Venner had a special int"rest in Miss barley,--was sorry he had given offence,--if he might take that bill and look it over--