Oh, face most fair, shall thy beauty compare With affection"s glowing light?
Oh, riches and pride, how fade ye beside Love"s wealth, serene and bright.
--_Martin F. Tupper_.
Judge Merlin went into his well-ordered library, rang the bell, and sent a servant to call his daughter.
The messenger found Claudia walking impatiently up and down the drawing-room floor and turning herself at each wall with an angry jerk.
Claudia had not yet been admitted to see Ishmael. She had just been refused again by old Katie, who acted upon the doctor"s authority, and Claudia was unreasonably furious with everybody.
Claudia instantly obeyed the summons. She entered the library with hasty steps, closed the door with a bang, and stood before her father with flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, and heaving bosom.
"Hey, dey! what"s the matter?" asked the judge, taking his pipe from his mouth and staring at his daughter.
"You sent for me, papa! I hope it is to take me in to see that poor, half-crushed boy! What does old Katie mean by forever denying me entrance? It is not every day that a poor lad risks his life and gets himself crushed nearly to death in my service, that I should be made to appear to neglect him in this way! What must the boy think of me? What does old Katie mean, I ask?"
"If your nature requires a vehement expression, of course I am not the one to repress it! Still, in my opinion, vehemency is unworthy of a rational being, at all times, and especially when, as now, there is not the slightest occasion for it. You have not willfully neglected the young man; it is not of the least consequence whether he thinks you have, or not; and, finally, Katie means to obey the doctor"s orders, which are to keep every living soul out of the sick-room to secure the patient needful repose. I believe I have answered you, Miss Merlin,"
replied the judge, smiling and coolly replacing his pipe in his mouth.
"Papa, what a disagreeable wet blanket you are, to be sure!"
"It is my nature to be so, my dear; and I am just what you need to dampen the fire of your temperament."
"Are those the orders of the doctor?"
"What, wet blankets for you?"
"No; but that everybody must be excluded from Ishmael"s room?"
"Yes; his most peremptory orders, including even me for the present."
"Then I suppose they must be submitted to?"
"For the present, certainly."
Claudia shrugged her shoulders with an impatient gesture, and then said:
"You sent for me, papa. Was it for anything particular?"
"Yes; to question you. Have you been long acquainted with this Ishmael Gray?"
"Ishmael Worth, papa! Yes, I have known him well ever since you placed me with my Aunt Middleton," replied Claudia, throwing herself into a chair.
The judge was slowly walking up and down the library, and he continued his walk as he conversed with his daughter.
"Who is this Ishmael Worth, then?"
"You know, papa; the nephew of Reuben Gray, or rather of his wife; but it is the same thing."
"I know he is the nephew of Reuben Gray; but that explains nothing! Gray is a rude, ignorant, though well-meaning boor; but this lad is a refined, graceful, and cultivated young man."
Claudia made no comment upon this.
"Now, if you have known him so many years, you ought to be able to explain this inconsistency. One does not expect to find nightingales in crows" nests," said the judge.
Still Miss Merlin was silent.
"Why don"t you speak, my dear?"
Claudia blushed over her face, neck, and bosom as she answered:
"Papa, what shall I say? You force me to remember things I would like to forget. Socially, Ishmael Worth was born the lowest of all the low.
Naturally, he was endowed with the highest moral and intellectual gifts.
He is in a great measure self-educated. In worldly position he is beneath our feet: in wisdom and goodness he is far, far above our heads. He is one of nature"s princes, but one of society"s outcasts."
"But how has the youth contrived to procure the means of such education as he has?" inquired the judge, seating himself opposite his daughter.
"Papa, I will tell you all I know about him," replied Claudia. And she commenced and related the history of Ishmael"s struggles, trials, and triumphs, from the hour of her first meeting with him in front of Hamlin"s book shop to that of his self-immolation to save her from death. Claudia spoke with deep feeling. As she concluded her bosom was heaving, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes tearful with emotion.
"And now, papa," she said, as she finished her narrative, "you will understand why it is that I cannot, must not, will not, neglect him! As soon as he can bear visitors I must be admitted to his room, to do for him all that a young sister might do for her brother; no one could reasonably cavil at that. Papa, Ishmael believes in me more than anyone else in the world does. He thinks more highly of me than others do. He knows that there is something better in me than this mere outside beauty that others praise so foolishly. And I would not like to lose his good opinion, papa. I could not bear to have him think me cold, selfish, or ungrateful. So I must and I will help to nurse him."
"Miss Merlin, you have grown up very much as my trees have, with every natural eccentricity of growth untrimmed; but I hope you will not let your branches trail upon the earth."
"What do you mean, papa?"
"I hope you do not mean to play Catherine to this boy"s Huon in a new version of the drama of "Love; or, The Countess and the Serf!"
"Papa! how can you say such things to your motherless daughter! You know that I would die first!" exclaimed the imperious girl indignantly, as she bounced up and flung herself into a pa.s.sion and out of the room. She left the door wide open; but had scarcely disappeared before her place in the doorway was filled up by the tall, gaunt figure, gray head, and smiling face of Reuben.
"Well, Gray?"
"Well, sir, I have brought the farm books all made up to the first of this month, sir," said the overseer, laying the volumes on the table before his master.
"And very neatly and accurately done, too," remarked the judge, as he turned over the pages and examined the items. "It is not your handwriting, Gray?"
"Dear, no, sir! not likely!"
"Nor little Kitty"s?"
"Why, law, sir! little Kitty has been in Californy a year or more! How did you like the "rangement of your liber-airy, sir?" inquired Gray, with apparent irrelevance, as he glanced around upon the book-lined walls.
"Very much, indeed, Gray! I never had my books so well cla.s.sified. It was the work of young Ramsey, the schoolmaster, I suppose, and furnished him with employment during the midsummer holidays. You must tell him that I am very much pleased with the work and that he must send in his account immediately."
"Law bless you, sir; it was not Master Ramsey as did it," said Gray, with a broad grin.
"Who, then? Whoever it was, it is all the same to me; I am pleased with the work, and willing to testify my approval by a liberal payment."
"It was the same hand, sir, as made out the farm-books."