"And mother, of course, you will go," said Traverse.
"Oh, I do not know! The proposition was so sudden and unexpected, and is so serious and important, that I must take time to reflect," said Mrs.
Rocke, thoughtfully.
"How much time, mother? Will until to-morrow morning do? It must, little mother, because I promised to carry your consent back with me! Indeed, I did, mother!" exclaimed the impatient boy.
Mrs. Rocke dropped her head upon her hand, as was her custom when in deep thought. Presently she said:
"Travy, I"m afraid this is not a genuine offer of a situation of housekeeper! I"m afraid that it is only a ruse to cover a scheme of benevolence! and that they don"t really want me, and I should only be in their way."
"Now, mother, I do a.s.sure you, they do want you! Think of that young girl and elderly gentleman! Can either of them take charge of a large establishment like that of Willow Heights?"
"Well argued, Traverse; but granting that they need a housekeeper, how do I know I would suit them?"
"Why, you may take their own words for that, mother!"
"But how can they know? I am afraid they would be disappointed!"
"Wait until they complain, mother!"
"I don"t believe they ever would!"
"I don"t believe they ever would have cause!"
"Well, granting also that I should suit them"--the mother paused and sighed. Traverse filled up the blank by saying:
"I suppose you mean--if you should suit them they might not suit you!"
"No, I do not mean that! I am sure they would suit me; but there is one in the world who may one day come to reason and take bitter umbrage at the fact that I should accept a subordinate situation in any household,"
murmured Mrs. Rocke, almost unconsciously.
"Then that "one in the world," whoever he, she, or it may be, had better place you above the necessity, or else hold his, her, or its tongue!
Mother, I think that goods thrown in our way by Providence had better be accepted, leaving the consequences to Him!"
"Traverse, dear, I shall pray over this matter to-night and sleep on it; and He to whom even the fall of a sparrow is not indifferent will guide me," said Mrs. Rocke; and here the debate ended.
The remainder of the evening was spent in laudation of Clare Day, and in writing a letter to Herbert Greyson, at West Point, in which all these laudations were reiterated, and in the course of which Traverse wrote these innocent words: "I have known Clare Day scarcely twelve hours, and I admire her as much as I love you! and oh, Herbert! If you could only rise to be a major-general and marry Clare Day, I should be the happiest fellow alive!" Would Traverse as willingly dispose of Clare"s hand a year or two after this time? I trow not!
The next morning after breakfast Mrs. Rocke gave in her decision.
"Tell the doctor, Traverse," she said, "that I understand and appreciate his kindness; that I will not break up my humble home as yet, but I will lock up my house and come a month, on trial. If I can perform the duties of the situation satisfactorily, well and good! I will remain; if not, why then, having my home still in possession, I can return to it."
"Wise little mother! She will not cut down the bridge behind her!"
exclaimed Traverse, joyfully, as he bade his mother good-by for the day, and hastened up to Willow Heights with her answer. This answer was received by the good doctor and his lovely daughter with delight as unfeigned as it was unselfish. They were pleased to have a good housekeeper, but they were far better pleased to offer a poor struggling mother a comfortable and even luxurious home.
On the next Monday morning Mrs. Rocke having completed all her arrangements, and closed up the house, entered upon the duties of her new situation.
Clara gave her a large, airy bed-chamber for her own use, communicating with a smaller one for the use of her son; besides this, as housekeeper, she had of course, the freedom of the whole house.
Traverse watched with anxious vigilance to find out whether the efforts of his mother really improved the condition of the housekeeping, and was delighted to find that the coffee was clearer and finer-flavored; the bread whiter and lighter; the cream richer, the b.u.t.ter fresher, and the beefsteak juicier than he had ever known them to be on the doctor"s table; that on the dinner table, from day to day, dishes succeeded each other in a well-ordered variety and well-dressed style--in a word, that, in every particular, the comfort of the family was greatly enhanced by the presence of the housekeeper, and that the doctor and his daughter knew it.
While the doctor and his student were engaged in the library, Clara spent many hours of the morning in Mrs. Rocke"s company, learning the arts of domestic economy and considerably a.s.sisting her in the preparation of delicate dishes.
In the evening the doctor, Clara, Mrs. Rocke and Traverse gathered around the fire as one family--Mrs. Rocke and Clara engaged in needlework, and the doctor or Traverse in reading aloud, for their amus.e.m.e.nt, some agreeable book. Sometimes Clara would richly entertain them with music--singing and accompanying herself upon the piano.
An hour before bedtime the servants were always called in, and general family prayer offered up.
Thus pa.s.sed the quiet, pleasant, profitable days. Traverse was fast falling into a delicious dream, from which, as yet, no rude shock threatened to wake him. Willow Heights seemed to him Paradise, its inmates angels, and his own life--beat.i.tude!
CHAPTER XX.
THE OUTLAW"S RENDEZVOUS.
Our plots fall short like darts which rash hands throw With an ill aim, and have too far to go; Nor can we long discoveries prevent; G.o.d is too much about the innocent!
--Sir Robert Howard.
"The Old Road Inn," described in the dying deposition of poor Nancy Grewell, was situated some miles from Hurricane Hall, by the side of a forsaken turnpike in the midst of a thickly wooded, long and narrow valley, shut in by two lofty ranges of mountains.
Once this turnpike was lively with travel and this inn gay with custom; but for the last twenty-five years, since the highway had been turned off in another direction, both road and tavern had been abandoned, and suffered to fall to ruin. The road was washed and furrowed into deep and dangerous gullies, and obstructed by fallen timber; the house was disfigured by moldering walls, broken chimneys and patched windows.
Had any traveler lost himself and chanced to have pa.s.sed that way, he might have seen a little, old, dried-up woman, sitting knitting at one of the windows. She was known by those who were old enough to remember her and her home, as Granny Raven, the daughter of the last proprietor of the inn. She was reputed to be dumb, but none could speak with certainty of the fact. In truth, for as far back as the memory of the "oldest inhabitant" could reach, she had been feared, disliked and avoided, as one of malign reputation; indeed, the ignorant and superst.i.tious believed her to possess the "evil eye," and to be gifted with "second sight."
But of late years, as the old road and the old inn were quite forsaken, so the old beldame was quite forgotten.
It was one evening, a few weeks after Capitola"s fearful adventure in the forest, that this old woman carefully closed up every door and window in the front of the house, stopping every crevice through which a ray of light might gleam and warn that impossible phenomenon--a chance traveler, on the old road, of life within the habitation.
Having, so to speak, hermetically sealed the front of the house, she betook herself to a large back kitchen.
This kitchen was strangely and rudely furnished, having an extra broad fireplace with the recesses, on each side of the chimney filled with oaken shelves, laden with strong pewter plates, dishes and mugs; all along the walls were arranged rude, oaken benches; down the length of the room was left, always standing, a long deal table, capable of accommodating from fifteen to twenty guests.
On entering this kitchen Granny Raven struck a light, kindled a fire and began to prepare a large supper.
Nor unlike the ill-omened bird whose name she bore did this old beldame look in her close-clinging black gown, and flapping black cape and hood, and with her sharp eyes, hooked nose and protruding chin.
Having put a huge sirloin of beef before the fire, she took down a pile of pewter plates and arranged them along on the sides of the table; then to every plate she placed a pewter mug. A huge wheaten loaf of bread, a great roll of b.u.t.ter and several plates of pickles were next put upon the board, and when all was ready the old woman sat down to the patient turning of the spit.
She had not been thus occupied more than twenty minutes when a hasty, scuffling step was heard at the back of the house, accompanied by a peculiar whistle, immediately under the window.
"That"s "Headlong Hal," for a penny! He never can learn the cat"s tread!" thought the crone, as she arose and withdrew the bolt of the back door.
A little dark-skinned, black-eyed, black-haired, thin and wiry man came hurrying in, exclaiming:
"How now, old girl--supper ready!"