"I think so, my dear, as far as I am interested, at least, and I shall endeavor to make the arrangement profitable also to the youth."
"And he is to remain with us until we go to town?"
"Yes, my dear; but you seem to demur, Claudia. Now what is the matter?
What possible objection can there be to Ishmael Worth remaining here as my a.s.sistant until we go to town?"
"Papa, it will be accustoming him to a society and style that will make it very hard for him to return to the company of the ignorant men and women who have hitherto been his a.s.sociates," said Claudia.
"But why should he return to them? Young Worth is very talented and well educated. He works to enable him to study a profession. There is no reason on earth why he should not succeed. He looks like a gentleman, talks like a gentleman, and behaves like a gentleman! And there is nothing to prevent his becoming a gentleman."
"Oh, yes, there is, papa! Yes, there is!" exclaimed Claudia, with emotion.
"To what do you allude, my dear?"
"To his--low birth, papa!" exclaimed Claudia, with a gasp.
"His low birth? Claudia! do we live in a republic or not? If we do, what is the use of our free inst.i.tutions, if a deserving young man is to be despised on account of his birth? Claudia, in the circle of my acquaintance there are at least half-a-dozen prosperous men who were the sons of poor but respectable parents."
"Yes! poor, but--respectable!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Claudia, with exceeding bitterness.
"My daughter, what do you mean by that? Surely young Worth"s family are honest people?" inquired the judge.
"Ishmael"s parents were not respectable! his mother was never married! I heard this years ago, but did not believe it. I heard it confirmed to-day!" cried Claudia, with a gasp and a sob, as she sank back in her chair and covered her burning face with her hands.
The judge laid down his knife and fork and gazed at his daughter, muttering:
"That is unfortunate; very unfortunate! No, he will never get over that reproach; so far, you are right, Claudia."
"Oh, no, I am wrong; basely wrong! He saved my life, and I speak these words of him, as if he were answerable for the sins of others--as if his great misfortune was his crime! Poor Ishmael! Poor, n.o.ble-hearted boy!
He saved my life, papa, at the price of deadly peril and terrible suffering to himself. Oh, reward him well, lavishly, munificently; but send him away! I cannot bear his presence here!" exclaimed the excited girl.
"Claudia, it is natural that you should be shocked at hearing such a piece of news; which, true or false, certainly ought never to have been brought to your ear. But, my dear, there is no need of all this excitement on your part. I do not understand its excess. The youth is a good, intelligent, well-mannered boy, when all is said. Of course he can never attain the position of a gentleman; but that is no reason why he should be utterly cast out. And as to sending him away, now, there are several reasons why I cannot do that: In the first place, he is not able to go; in the second, I need his pen; in the third, I have made an engagement with him which I will not break. As for the rest, Claudia, you need not be troubled with a sight of him; I will take care that he does not intrude upon your presence," said the judge, as he arose from the table.
Claudia threw on her garden hat and hurried out of the house to bury herself in the shadows of the forest. That day she had learned, from the gossip of old Mrs. Jones, who was on a visit to a married daughter in the neighborhood, Ishmael"s real history, or what was supposed to be his real history. She had struggled for composure all day long, and only utterly lost her self-possession in the conversation with her father at the dinner-table. Now she sought the depths of the forest, because she could not bear the sight of a human face. Her whole nature was divided and at war with itself. All that was best in Claudia Merlin"s heart and mind was powerfully and constantly attracted by the moral and intellectual excellence of Ishmael Worth; but all the prejudices of her rank and education were revolted by the circ.u.mstances attending his birth, and were up in arms against the emotions of her better nature.
In what consists the power of the quiet forest shades to calm fierce human pa.s.sions? I know not; but it is certain that, after walking two or three hours through their depths communing with her own spirit, Claudia Merlin returned home in a better mood to meet her father at the tea-table.
"Papa," she said, as she seated herself at the head of the table and made tea, "you need not trouble yourself to keep Ishmael out of my way.
Dreadful as this discovery is, he is not to blame, poor boy. And I think we had better not make any change in our treatment of him; he would be wounded by our coldness; he would not understand it and we could not explain. Besides, the six weeks will soon be over, and then we shall be done with him."
"I am glad to hear you say so, my dear; especially as I had invited Ishmael to join us at tea this evening, and forgotten to tell you of it until this moment. But, Claudia, my little girl," said the judge, scrutinizing her pale cheeks and heavy eyes, "you must not take all the sin and sorrows of the world as much to heart as you have this case; for, if you do, you will be an old woman before you are twenty years of age."
Claudia smiled faintly; but before she could reply the regular monotonous thump of a crutch, was heard approaching the door, and in another moment Ishmael stood within the room.
There was nothing in that fine intellectual countenance, with its fair, broad, calm forehead, thoughtful eyes, and finely curved lips, to suggest the idea of an ign.o.ble birth. With a graceful bow and sweet smile and a perfectly well-bred manner, Ishmael approached and took his seat at the table. The judge took his crutch and set it up in the corner, saying:
"I see you have discarded one crutch, my boy! You will be able to discard the other in a day or so."
"Yes, sir; I only retain this one in compliance with the injunctions of the doctor, who declares that I must not bear full weight upon the injured limb yet," replied Ishmael courteously.
No one could have supposed from the manner of the youth that he had not been accustomed to mingle on equal terms in the best society.
Claudia poured out the tea. She was not deficient in courtesy; but she could not bring herself, as yet, to speak to Ishmael with her usual ease and freedom. When tea was over she excused herself and retired. Claudia was not accustomed to seek Divine help. And so, in one of the greatest straits of her moral experience, without one word of prayer, she threw herself upon her bed, where she lay tossing about, as yet too agitated with mental conflict to sleep.
Ishmael improved in health and grew in favor with his employer. He walked daily from his chamber to the library without the aid of a crutch. He took his meals with the family. And oh! ruinous extravagance, he wore his Sunday suit every day! There was no help for it, since he must sit in the judge"s library and eat at the judge"s table.
Claudia treated him well; with the inconsistency of girlish nature, since she had felt such a revulsion towards him, and despite of it resolved to be kind to him, she went to the extreme and treated him better than ever.
The judge was unchanged in his manner to the struggling youth.
And so the time went on and the month of November arrived.
Ishmael kept the Rushy Sh.o.r.e schoolhouse in mind. Up to this time no schoolmaster had been found to undertake its care. And Ishmael resolved if it should remain vacant until his engagement with the judge should be finished, he would then take it himself.
All this while Ishmael, true to the smallest duty, had not neglected Reuben Gray"s account-books. They had been brought to him by Gray every week to be posted up. But it was the second week in November before Ishmael was able to walk to Woodside to see Hannah"s babes, now fine children of nearly three months of age. Of course Ishmael, in the geniality of his nature, was delighted with them; and equally, of course, he delighted their mother with their praises.
The last two weeks in November were devoted by the judge and his family to preparations for their departure.
As the time slipped and the interval of their stay grew shorter and shorter, Ishmael began to count the days, treasuring each precious day that still gave him to the sight of Claudia.
On the last day but one before their departure, all letters having been finished, the judge was in his library, selecting books to be packed and sent off to his city residence. Ishmael was a.s.sisting him. When their task was completed, the judge turned to the youth and said:
"Now, Ishmael, I will leave the keys of the library in your possession.
You will come occasionally to see that all is right here; and you will air and dust the books, and in wet weather have a fire kindled to keep them from molding, for in the depths of this forest it is very damp in winter. In recompense for your care of the library, Ishmael, I will give you the use of such law books as you may need to continue your studies.
Here is a list of works that I recommend you to read in the order in which they are written down," said the judge, handing the youth a folded paper.
"I thank you, sir; I thank you very much," answered Ishmael fervently.
"You can either read them here, or take them home with you, just as you please," continued the judge.
"You are very kind, and I am very grateful, sir."
"It seems to me I am only just, and scarcely that, Ishmael! The county court opens at Shelton on the first of December. I would strongly recommend you to attend its sessions and watch its trials; it will be a very good school for you, and a great help to the progress of your studies."
"Thank you, sir, I will follow your advice."
"And after a while I hope you will be able to go for a term or two to one of the good Northern law schools."
"I hope so, sir; and for that purpose I must work hard."
"And if you should ever succeed in getting admitted to the bar, Ishmael, I should advise you to go to the Far West. It may seem premature to give you this counsel now, but I give it, while I think of it, because after parting with you I may never see you again."
"Again I thank you, Judge Merlin; but if ever that day of success should come for me, it will find me in my native State. I have an especial reason for fixing my home here; and here I must succeed or fail!" said Ishmael earnestly, as he thought of his mother"s early death and unhonored grave, and his vow to rescue her memory from reproach.
"It appears to me that your native place would be the last spot on earth where you, with your talents, would consent to remain," said the judge significantly.
"I have a reason--a sacred reason, sir," replied Ishmael earnestly, yet with some reserve in his manner.