"I merely told you because I knew you were a friend, and would let it go no farther. But would you have thought it?"
"I certainly am very much surprised."
"So am I. But when things pa.s.s right before your eyes and ears, there is no gainsaying them."
"No. Seeing is said to be believing."
"Of course it is."
"But, Mrs. Grimes, are you very sure that you heard aright?"
"I am positive, Mrs. Raynor. It occurred only an hour ago, and the whole thing is distinctly remembered. I called in to see Mrs.
Comegys, and while I was there, the bundle of goods came home. I was present when she opened it, and she showed me the lawn dress it contained. There were twelve yards in it. "I must see if there is good measure," she said, and she got a yard-stick and measured it off. There were fifteen yards instead of twelve. "How is this?" she remarked. "I am sure I paid for only twelve yards, and here are fifteen." The yard-stick was applied again. There was no mistake; the lawn measured fifteen yards. "What are you going to do with the surplus?" I asked. "Keep it, of course," said Mrs. Comegys. "There is just enough to make little Julia a frock. Won"t she look sweet in it?," I was so confounded that I couldn"t say a word. Indeed, I could hardly look her in the face. At first I thought of calling her attention to the dishonesty of the act; but then I reflected that, as it was none of my business, I might get her ill-will for meddling in what didn"t concern me."
"And you really think, then, that she meant to keep the three yards without paying for them?
"Oh, certainly! But then I wouldn"t say anything about it for the world. I wouldn"t name it, on any consideration. Of course you will not repeat it."
"No. If I cannot find any good to tell of my friends, I try to refrain from saying anything evil."
"A most excellent rule, Mrs. Raynor, and one that I always follow. I never speak evil of my friends, for it always does more harm than good. No one can say that I ever tried to injure another."
"I hope Mrs. Comegys thought better of the matter, upon reflection,"
said Mrs. Raynor.
"So do I. But I am afraid not. Two or three little things occur to me now, that I have seen in my intercourse with her, which go to satisfy my mind that her moral perceptions are not the best in the world. Mrs. Comegys is a pleasant friend, and much esteemed by every one. It could do no good to spread this matter abroad, but harm."
After repeating over and over again her injunction to Mrs. Raynor not to repeat a word of what she had told her, Mrs. Grimes bade this lady, upon whom she had called, good morning, and went on her way.
Ten minutes after, she was in the parlor of an acquaintance, named Mrs. Florence, entertaining her with the gossip she had picked up since their last meeting. She had not been there long, before, lowering her voice, she said in a confidential way--
"I was at Mrs. Comegys" to-day, and saw something that amazed me beyond every thing."
"Indeed!"
"Yes. You will be astonished when you hear it. Suppose you had purchased a dress and paid for a certain number of yards; and when the dress was sent home, you should find that the storekeeper had made a mistake and sent you three or four yards more than you had settled for. What would you do?"
"Send it back, of course."
"Of course, so say I. To act differently would not be honest. Do you think so?"
"It would not be honest for me."
"No, nor for any one. Now, would you have believed it? Mrs. Comegys not only thinks but acts differently."
"You must be mistaken, certainly, Mrs. Grimes."
"Seeing is believing, Mrs. Florence."
"So it is said, but I could hardly believe my eyes against Mrs.
Comegys" integrity of character. I think I ought to know her well, for we have been very intimate for years."
"And I thought I knew her, too. But it seems that I was mistaken."
Mrs. Grimes then repeated the story of the lawn dress.
"Gracious me! Can it be possible?" exclaimed Mrs. Florence. "I can hardly credit it."
"It occurred just as I tell you. But Mrs. Florence, you mustn"t tell it again for the world. I have mentioned it to you in the strictest confidence. But I need hardly say this to you, for I know how discreet you are."
"I shall not mention it."
"It could do no good."
"None in the world."
"Isn"t it surprising, that a woman who is so well off in the world as Mrs. Comegys, should stoop to a petty act like this?"
"It is, certainly."
"Perhaps there is something wrong here," and Mrs. Grimes placed her finger to her forehead and looked sober.
"How do you mean?" asked the friend.
"You"ve heard of people"s having a dishonest monomania. Don"t you remember the case of Mrs. Y----?"
"Very well."
"She had every thing that heart could desire. Her husband was rich, and let her have as much money as she wanted. I wish we could all say that, Mrs. Florence, don"t you?"
"It would be very pleasant, certainly, to have as much money as we wanted."
"But, notwithstanding all this, Mrs. Y---- had such a propensity to take things not her own, that she never went into a dry goods store without purloining something, and rarely took tea with a friend without slipping a teaspoon into her pocket. Mr. Y---- had a great deal of trouble with her, and, in several cases, paid handsomely to induce parties disposed to prosecute her for theft, to let the matter drop. Now do you know that it has occurred to me that, perhaps, Mrs. Comegys is afflicted in this way? I shouldn"t at all wonder if it were so."
"Hardly."
"I"m afraid it is as I suspect. A number of suspicious circ.u.mstances have happened when she has been about, that this would explain. But for your life, Mrs. Florence, don"t repeat this to any mortal!"
"I shall certainly not speak of it, Mrs. Grimes. It is too serious a matter. I wish I had not heard of it, for I can never feel toward Mrs. Comegys as I have done. She is a very pleasant woman, and one with whom it is always agreeable and profitable to spend an hour."
"It is a little matter, after all," remarked Mrs. Grimes, "and, perhaps, we treat it too seriously."
"We should never think lightly of dishonest practices, Mrs. Grimes.
Whoever is dishonest in little things, will be dishonest in great things, if a good opportunity offer. Mrs. Comegys can never be to me what she has been. That is impossible."
"Of course you will not speak of it again."
"You need have no fear of that."
A few days after, Mrs. Raynor made a call upon a friend, who said to her,