She kept her promise faithfully, and had her reward in much real enjoyment of the many pleasures provided for her.
Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore were still youthful in their feelings, and joined with great zest in the sports of the young people, going with them in all their excursions, taking an active part in all their pastimes, and contriving so many fresh entertainments, that during those few weeks life seemed like one long gala day.
Mr. Travilla was with them most of the time. He had tarried behind in Philadelphia, as Mr. Dinsmore and his daughter pa.s.sed through, but followed them to Cape Island a few days later.
The whole party left the sh.o.r.e about the last of September, the Allisons returning to their city residence, Mr. Travilla to his Southern home, and the Dinsmores travelling through Pennsylvania and New York, from one romantic and picturesque spot to another; finishing up with two or three weeks in Philadelphia, during which Rose and Elsie were much occupied with their fall and winter shopping.
Mr. Dinsmore took this opportunity to pay another flying visit to his two young brothers. He found Arthur nearly recovered, and at once asked a full explanation of the affair of Tom Jackson, alias Bromly Egerton; his designs upon Elsie, and Arthur"s partic.i.p.ation in them.
"I know nothing about it," was the sullen rejoinder.
"You certainly were acquainted with Tom Jackson, and how, but through you, could he have gained any knowledge of Elsie and her whereabouts?"
"I don"t deny that I"ve had some dealings with Jackson, but your Egerton I know nothing of whatever."
"You may as well speak the truth, sir; it will be much better for you in the end," said Mr. Dinsmore, sternly, his eyes flashing with indignant anger.
"And you may as well remember that it isn"t Elsie you are dealing with. I"m not afraid of you."
"Perhaps not, but you may well fear Him who has said, "a lying tongue is but for a moment." How do you reconcile such an a.s.sertion as you have just made with the fact of your having that letter in your possession?"
"I say it"s a cowardly piece of business for you to give the lie to a fellow that hasn"t the strength to knock you down for it."
"You would hardly attempt that if you were in perfect health, Arthur."
"I would."
"You have not answered my question about the letter.
"I wrote it myself."
"A likely story; it is in a very different hand from yours."
"I can adopt that hand on occasion, as I"ll prove to your satisfaction."
He opened his desk, wrote a sentence on a sc.r.a.p of paper, and handed it to Mr. Dinsmore. The chirography was precisely that of the letter.
While slowly convalescing, Arthur had prepared for this expected interview with Horace, by spending many a solitary hour in laboriously teaching himself to imitate Jackson"s ordinary hand, in which most of the letters he had received from him were written. The sentence he had first penned was, "I did it merely for my own amus.e.m.e.nt, and to hoax Wal."
"I don"t believe a word of it," said Mr. Dinsmore, looking sternly at him. "Arthur, you had better be frank and open with me. You will gain nothing by denying the hand you have had in this disgraceful business.
You can hardly suppose me credulous enough to believe an a.s.sertion so perfectly absurd as this. I have no doubt that you sent that villain to Lansdale to try his arts upon Elsie; and for that you are richly deserving of my anger, and of any punishment it might be in my power to deal out to you.
"It has been no easy matter for me to forgive the suffering you have caused my child, Arthur; but I came here to-day with kind feelings and intentions. I hoped to find you penitent and ready to forsake your evil courses; and in that case, intended to help you to pay off your debts and begin anew, without paining father with the knowledge that his confidence in you has been again so shamefully abused. But I must say that your persistent denial of your complicity with that scoundrel Jackson does not look much like contrition, or intended amendment."
Arthur listened in sullen silence, though his rapidly changing color showed that he felt the cutting rebuke keenly. At one time he had resolved to confess everything, throw himself upon the mercy of his father and brother, and begin to lead an honest, upright life; but a threatening letter received that morning from Jackson had led him to change his purpose, and determine to close his lips for a time.
Mr. Dinsmore paused for a reply, but none came.
Walter looked at Arthur in surprise. "Come, Art, speak, why don"t you?" he said. "Horace, don"t look so stern and angry, I know he means to turn over a new leaf; for he told me so. And you will help him, won"t you?"
"I ask no favors from a man who throws the lie in my teeth," muttered Arthur angrily.
"And I can give none to one who persists in denying his guilt,"
replied Mr. Dinsmore. "But, Arthur, I give you one more chance, and for our father"s sake I hope you will avail yourself of it. If you go on as you have for the last three or four years, you will bring down his gray hairs with sorrow to the grave. I presume you have put yourself in Jackson"s power; but if you will now make a full and free confession to me, and promise amendment, I will help you to get rid of the rascal"s claims upon you, and start afresh. Will you do it?"
"No, you"ve called me a liar, and what"s the use of my telling you anything? you wouldn"t believe it if I did."
CHAPTER XX.
She is not sad, yet in her gaze appears Something that makes the gazer think of tears.
--MRS. EMBURY.
The family at Roselands were gathered about the breakfast-table. A much smaller party than of yore, since Horace had taken Elsie and set up an establishment of his own, and the other sons were away at college and two daughters married; leaving only Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore, Adelaide and Enna to occupy the old home.
"I presume you have the lion"s share as usual, papa," observed the last named, as her father opened the letter-bag which Pomp had just brought in.
"And who has a better right, Miss Malapert?" retorted the old gentleman. "Yes, here are several letters for me; but as there is one apiece for the rest of you, n.o.body need complain. Here, Pomp, hand this to your mistress. From Walter, I see."
"Yes," she answered, opening it, "and a few lines from Arthur too. I"m glad he"s able to write again, poor fellow!"
"Yes," said Adelaide. "Rose says Horace has been up there and found him nearly recovered. She writes that they are coming home."
"When?" asked Enna.
"Why, to-day! the letter has been delayed," said her sister, looking at the date. "I shall ride over directly, to see that all is in order for them at the Oaks."
"There is no need," remarked her mother. "Rose will have written to Mrs. Murray."
"I presume so, still I shall go; it will be pleasant to be there to welcome them when they arrive."
"How fond you are of Rose," said Mrs. Dinsmore in a piqued tone; "you wouldn"t do more for one of your own sisters, I believe, than for her."
"I wouldn"t do less, mamma, and I am very fond of her; we are so perfectly congenial."
"And Elsie"s a great pet of yours, too," said Enna sneeringly. "Well, I shall put off my call till to-morrow, when the trunks will have been unpacked, and I shall have a chance to see the fashions. Elsie will have loads of new things; it"s perfectly absurd the way Horace heaps presents upon her, and pocket-money too. Such loads of jewelry as she has,--two or three gold watches, and everything else in proportion."
"He may as well; she can never spend the half of her income," remarked Mr. Dinsmore. "Unless she takes to gambling," he added, in a tone that seemed to say that his purse had suffered severely from some one"s indulgence in that vice.
Mrs. Dinsmore winced, Enna looked vexed and annoyed, and Adelaide sad and troubled; but when she spoke it was in answer to Enna.
"Yes, Elsie will have a great many beautiful things to show us, of course; but, though she wears nothing outre, she has never been, and I think never will be a mirror of fashion. It would suit neither her own taste nor Horace"s; and you know, fond of her as he is, he will never allow her to have a will of her own in dress or anything else. So it is well their tastes harmonize."
"I wouldn"t be his child for all her money," said Enna.
"There would be some fighting if you were," said her father, laughing.