"Yes, Margaret. Well, now, it is necessary, for more reasons than"----
"Don"t tell me so, John," impetuously interrupted Margaret Greylston.
"I am sure there is no necessity in the case, and I am sorry to the very heart that you have no more feeling than to order _those_ trees to be cut down."
"Feeling! well, maybe I have more than you think; yet I don"t choose to let it make a fool of me, for all that. But I wish you would say no more about those trees, Margaret; they really must come down; I have reasoned with you on this matter till I am sick of it."
Miss Greylston got up from her chair, and walked out on the shaded porch; then she turned and called her brother.
"Will you come here, John?"
"And what have you to say?"
"Nothing, just now; I only want you to stand here and look at the old pines."
And so John Greylston did; and he saw the distant woods grave and fading beneath the autumn wind--while the old pines upreared their stately heads against the blue sky, unchanged in beauty, fresh and green as ever.
"You see those trees, John, and so do I; and standing here, with them full in view, let me plead for them; they are very old, those pines, older than either of us; we played beneath them when we were children; but there is still a stronger tie: our mother loved them--our dear, sainted mother. Thirty years it has been since she died, but I can never forget or cease to love anything she loved. Oh! John, you remember just as well as I do, how often she would sit beneath those trees and read or talk sweetly to us; and of the dear band who gathered there with her, only we are left, and the old pines. Let them stand, John; time enough to cut them down when I have gone to sit with those dear ones beneath the trees of heaven;" and somewhat breathless from long talking, Miss Margaret paused.
John Greylston was really touched, and he laid his hand kindly on his sister"s shoulder.
"Come, come, Madge, don"t talk so sadly. I remember and love those things as well as you do, but then you see I cannot afford to neglect my interests for weak sentiment. Now the road must be made, and that clump of trees stand directly in its course, and they must come down, or the road will have to take a curve nearly half a mile round, striking into one of my best meadows, and a good deal more expense this will be, too.
No, no," he continued, eagerly, "I can"t oblige you in this thing. This place is mine, and I will improve it as I please. I have kept back from making many a change for your sake, but just here I am determined to go on." And all this was said with a raised voice and a flushed face.
"You never spoke so harshly to me in your life before, John, and, after all, what have I done? Call my feelings on this matter weak sentiment, if you choose, but it is hard to hear such words from your lips;" and, with a reproachful sigh, Miss Margaret walked into the house.
They had been a large family, those Greylstons, in their day, but now all were gone; all but John and Margaret, the two eldest--the twin brother and sister. They lived alone in their beautiful country home; neither had ever been married. John had once loved a fair young creature, with eyes like heaven"s stars, and rose-tinged cheeks and lips, but she fell asleep just one month before her wedding-day, and John Greylston was left to mourn over her early grave, and his shivered happiness. Dearly Margaret loved her twin brother, and tenderly she nursed him through the long and fearful illness which came upon him after Ellen Day"s death. Margaret Greylston was radiant in the bloom of young womanhood when this great grief first smote her brother, but from that very hour she put away from her the gayeties of life, and sat down by his side, to be to him a sweet, unselfish controller for evermore, and no lover could ever tempt her from her post.
"John Greylston will soon get over his sorrow; in a year or two Ellen will be forgotten for a new face."
So said the world; Margaret knew better. Her brother"s heart lay before her like an open book, and she saw indelible lines of grief and anguish there. The old homestead, with its wide lands, belonged to John Greylston. He had bought it years before from the other heirs; and Margaret, the only remaining one, possessed neither claim nor right in it. She had a handsome annuity, however, and nearly all the rich plate and linen with which the house was stocked, together with some valuable pieces of furniture, belonged to her. And John and Margaret Greylston lived on in their quiet and beautiful home, in peace and happiness; their solitude being but now and then invaded by a flock of nieces and nephews, from the neighbouring city--their only and well-beloved relatives.
It was long after sunset. For two full hours the moon and stars had watched John Greylston, sitting so moodily alone upon the porch. Now he got up from his chair, and tossing his cigar away in the long gra.s.s, walked slowly into the house. Miss Margaret did not raise her head; her eyes, as well as her fingers, seemed intent upon the knitting she held.
So her brother, after a hurried "Good-night," took a candle and went up to his own room, never speaking one gentle word; for he said to himself, "I am not going to worry and coax with Margaret any longer about the old pines. She is really troublesome with her sentimental notions." Yet, after all, John Greylston"s heart reproached him, and he felt restless and ill at ease.
Miss Margaret sat very quietly by the low table, knitting steadily on, but she was not thinking of her work, neither did she delight in the beauty of that still autumn evening; the tears came into her eyes, but she hastily brushed them away; just as though she feared John might unawares come back and find her crying.
Ah! these _way-side_ thorns are little, but sometimes they pierce as sharply as the gleaming sword.
"Good-morning, John!"
At the sound of that voice, Mr. Greylston turned suddenly from the book-case, and his sister was standing near him, her face lit up with a sweet, yet somewhat anxious smile. He threw down in a hurry the papers he had been tying together, and the bit of red tape, and holding out his hand, said fervently,
"I was very harsh last night. I am really sorry for it; will you not forgive me, Margaret?"
"To be sure I will; for indeed, John, I was quite as much to blame as you."
"No, Madge, you were not," he quickly answered; "but let it pa.s.s, now. We will think and say no more about it;" and, as though he were perfectly satisfied, and really wished the matter dropped, John Greylston turned to his papers again.
So Miss Margaret was silent. She was delighted to have peace again, even though she felt anxious about the pines, and when her brother took his seat at the breakfast table, looking and speaking so kindly, she felt comforted to think the cloud had pa.s.sed away; and John Greylston himself was very glad. So the two went on eating their breakfast quite happily.
But alas! the storm is not always over when the sky grows light. Reuben crossed the lawn, followed by the gardener, and Miss Margaret"s quick eye caught the gleaming of the axes swung over their shoulders. She hurriedly set down the coffee-pot.
"Where are those men going? Reuben and Tom I mean."
"Only to the woods," was the careless answer.
"But what woods, John? Oh! I can tell by your face; you are determined to have the pines cut down."
"I am." And John Greylston folded his arms, and looked fixedly at his sister, but she did not heed him. She talked on eagerly--
"I love the old trees; I will do anything to save them. John, you spoke last night of additional expense, should the road take that curve. I will make it up to you; I can afford to do this very well. Now listen to reason, and let the trees stand."
"Listen to reason, yourself," he answered more gently. "I will not take a cent from you. Margaret, you are a perfect enthusiast about some things. Now, I love my parents and old times, I am sure, as well as you do, and that love is not one bit the colder, because I do not let it stand in the way of interest. Don"t say anything more. My mind is made up in this matter. The place is mine, and I cannot see that you have any right to interfere in the improvements I choose to make on it."
A deep flush stole over Miss Greylston"s face.
"I have indeed no legal right to counsel or plead with you about these things," she answered sadly, "but I have a sister"s right, that of affection--you cannot deny this, John. Once again, I beg of you to let the old pines alone."
"And once again, I tell you I will do as I please in this matter," and this was said sharply and decidedly.
Margaret Greylston said not another word, but pushing back her chair, she arose from the breakfast-table and went quickly from the room, even before her brother could call to her. Reuben and his companion had just got in the last meadow when Miss Greylston overtook them.
"You, will let the pines alone to-day," she calmly said, "go to any other work you choose, but remember those trees are not to be touched."
"Very well, Miss Margaret," and Reuben touched his hat respectfully,
"Mr. John is very changeable in his notions," burst in Tom; "not an hour ago he was in such a hurry to get us at the pine."
"Never mind," authoritatively said Miss Greylston; "do just as you are bid, without any remarks;" and she turned away, and went down the meadow path, even as she came, within quick step, without a bonnet, shading her eyes from the morning sun with her handkerchief.
John Greylston still sat at the breakfast-table, half dreamily balancing the spoon across the saucer"s edge. When his sister came in again, he raised his head, and mutely-inquiringly looked at her, and she spoke,--
"I left this room just to go after Reuben and Tom; I overtook them before they had crossed the last meadow, and I told them not to touch the pine trees, but to go, instead, to any other work they choose. I am sure you will be angry with me for all this; but, John, I cannot help it if you are."
"Don"t say so, Margaret," Mr. Greylston sharply answered, getting up at the same time from his chair, "don"t tell me you could not help it. I have talked and reasoned with you about those trees, until my patience is completely worn out; there is no necessity for you to be such an obstinate fool."
"Oh! John, hush, hush!"
"I will not," he thundered. "I am master here, and I will speak and act in this house as I see fit. Now, who gave you liberty to countermand my orders; to send my servants back from the Work I had set for them to do?
Margaret, I warn you; for, any more such freaks, you and I, brother and sister though we be, will live no longer under the same roof."
"Be still, John Greylston! Remember _her_ patient, self-sacrificing love. Remember the past--be still."
But he would not; relentlessly, stubbornly, the waves of pa.s.sion raged on in his soul.
"Now, you hear all this; do not forget it; and have done with your silly obstinacy as soon as possible, for I will be worried no longer with it;"
and roughly pushing away the slight hand which was laid upon his arm, Mr. Greylston stalked out of the house.
For a moment, Margaret stood where her brother had left her, just in the centre of the floor. Her cheeks were very white, but quickly a crimson flush came over them, and her eyes filled with tears; then she sat down upon the white chintz-covered settle, and hiding her face in the pillows, wept violently for a long time.