"I am the young mistress of the house," said Clara to herself, "and I know I owe to every inmate of it consideration and courtesy; perhaps I may have been unconsciously lacking in these toward Traverse, whose situation would naturally render him very sensitive to neglect. I must endeavor to convince him that none was intended." And so resolving, Clara redoubled all her efforts to make Traverse, as well as others, happy and comfortable.
But happiness and comfort seemed for the time to have departed from the youth. He saw her generous endeavors to cheer him, and while adoring her amiability, grew still more reserved.
This pained the gentle girl, who, taking herself seriously to task, said:
"Oh, I must have deeply wounded his feelings in some unconscious way!
And if so, how very cruel and thoughtless of me! How could I have done it? I cannot imagine! But I know I shall not allow him to continue unhappy if I can prevent it! I will speak to him about it."
And then in the candor, innocence and humility of her soul, she followed him to the window where he stood in a moody silence, and said pleasantly:
"Traverse, we do not seem to be so good friends as formerly. If I have done anything to offend you, I know that you will believe me when I say that it was quite unintentional on my part and that I am very sorry for it, and hope you will forget it."
"You--you--Miss Day! You say anything to displease anybody! Any one become displeased with you!" exclaimed the youth in a tremulous enthusiasm that shook his voice and suffused his cheeks.
"Then if you are not displeased, Traverse, what is the matter, and why do you call me Miss Day instead of Clara?"
"Miss Day, because it is right that I should. You are a young lady--the only daughter and heiress of Doctor Day of Willow Heights, while I am----"
"His friend," said Clara.
"The son of his housekeeper," said Traverse, walking away.
Clara looked after him in dismay for a moment, and then sat down and bent thoughtfully over her needlework.
From that day Traverse grew more deeply in love and more reserved than before. How could it be otherwise, domesticated as he was, with this lovely girl and becoming daily more sensible of her beauty, goodness and intelligence? Yet he struggled against his inevitable attachment as a great treachery. Meantime he made rapid progress in his medical studies.
It was while affairs were in this state that one morning the doctor entered the study holding the morning paper in his hand. Seating himself in his leathern armchair at the table, he said:
"I see, my dear Traverse, that a full course of lectures is to be commenced at the medical college in Washington, and I think that you are sufficiently far advanced in your studies to attend them with great advantage--what say you?"
"Oh, sir!" said Traverse, upon whom the proposition had burst quite unexpectedly, "I should indeed be delighted to go if that were possible."
"There is no "if" about it, my boy; if you wish to go, you shall do so.
I have made up my mind to give you a professional education, and shall not stop half way."
"Oh, sir, the obligation--the overwhelming obligation you lay upon me!"
"Nonsense, Traverse! it is only a capital investment of funds! If I were a usurer I could not put out money to a better advantage. You will repay me by-and-by with compound interest; so just consider all that I may be able to do for you as a loan to be repaid when you shall have achieved success."
"I am afraid, sir, that that time will never----"
"No, you are not!" interrupted the doctor, "and so don"t let modesty run into hypocrisy. Now put up your books and go and tell your good little mother to get your clothes all ready for you to go to Washington, for you shall start by the next coach."
Much surprise was created in the little household by the news that Traverse was going immediately to Washington to attend the medical lectures. There were but two days to prepare his wardrobe for the journey. Mrs. Rocke went cheerfully to work; Clara lent her willing and skilful aid, and at the end of the second day his clothes, in perfect order, were all neatly packed in his trunk.
And on the morning of the third day Traverse took leave of his mother and Clara, and for the first time left home to go into the great world.
Doctor Day accompanied him in the old green gig as far as Staunton, where he took the stage.
As soon as they had left the house Marah Rocke went away to her own room to drop a few natural tears over this first parting with her son. Very lonely and desolate the mother felt as she stood weeping by the window, and straining her eyes to catch a distant view of the old green gig that had already rolled out of sight.
While she stood thus in her loneliness and desolation, the door silently opened, a footstep softly crossed the floor, a pair of arms was put around her neck, and Clara Day dropped her head upon the mother"s bosom and wept softly.
Marah Rocke pressed that beautiful form to her breast, and felt with dismay that the doctor"s sweet daughter already returned her boy"s silent love!
CHAPTER XXIV.
CAPITOLA"S MOTHER.
A woman like a dew-drop she was purer than the purest, And her n.o.ble heart the n.o.blest, yes, and her sure faith the surest; And her eyes were dark and humid like the depth in depth of l.u.s.tre Hid i" the harebell, while her tresses, sunnier than the wild grape"s cl.u.s.ter, Gushed in raven-tinted plenty down her cheeks" rose-tinted marble; Then her voice"s music--call it the well"s bubbling, the bird"s warble.
--Browning.
"Cap?"
"Sir!"
"What the blazes is the matter with you?"
"What the blazes! You better say what the dust and ashes! I"m bored to death! I"m blue as indigo! There never was such a rum old place as this or such a rum old uncle as you!"
"Cap, how often have I told you to leave off this Bowery boy talk? Rum!
pah!" said Old Hurricane.
"Well, it is rum, then! Nothing ever happens here! The silence deafens me! the plenty takes away my appet.i.te! the safety makes me low!"
"Hum! you are like the Bowery boys in times of peace, "spoiling for a fight.""
"Yes. I am! just decomposing above ground for want of having my blood stirred, and I wish I was back in the Bowery! Something was always happening there! One day a fire, next day a fight, another day a fire and a fight together."
"Umph! and you to run with the engine!"
"Don"t talk about it, uncle; it makes me homesick--every day something glorious to stir one"s blood! Here nothing ever happens, hardly! It has been three days since I caught Black Donald; ten days since you blowed up the whole household! Oh! I wish the barns would catch on fire! I wish thieves would break in and steal. I wish Demon"s Run would rise to a flood and play the demon for once! Ohyah!--oo!" said Cap, opening her mouth with a yawn wide enough to threaten the dislocation of her jaws.
"Capitola," said the old man, very gravely, "I am getting seriously uneasy about you. I know I am a rough old soldier, quite unfit to educate a young girl, and that Mrs. Condiment can"t manage you, and--I"ll consult Mr. Goodwin!" he concluded, getting up and putting on his hat, and walking out of the breakfast-room, where this conversation had taken place.
Cap laughed to herself. "I hope it is not a sin. I know I should die of the blues if I couldn"t give vent to my feelings and--tease uncle!"
Capitola had scarcely exaggerated her condition. The monotony of her life affected her spirits; the very absence of the necessity of thinking and caring for herself left a dull void in her heart and brain, and as the winter waned the annual spring fever of la.s.situde and dejection to which mercurial organizations like her own are subject, tended to increase the malady that Mrs. Condiment termed "a lowness of spirits."
At his wits" end, from the combined feelings of his responsibility and his helplessness in his ward"s case, Old Hurricane went and laid the matter before the Rev. Mr. Goodwin.
Having reached the minister"s house and found him alone and disengaged in his library, Old Hurricane first bound him over to strict secrecy and then "made a clean breast of it;" told him where Capitola had been brought up and under what circ.u.mstances he had found her.
The honest country clergyman was shocked beyond all immediate power of recovering himself--so shocked, in fact, that Old Hurricane, fearing he had gone too far, hastened to say:
"But mind, on my truth as a man, my honor as a soldier, and my faith as a Christian, I declare that that wild, reckless, desolate child has pa.s.sed unscathed through the terrible ordeal of dest.i.tution, poverty and exposure. She has, sir! She is as innocent as the most daintily sheltered young heiress in the country! She is, sir! And I"d cut off the tongue and ears of any man that said otherwise."