"Oh, I"m so glad; I"ll go in and see him a few minutes, and then I"ll come and attend to everything; so don"t worry, mother."
"How did you find me out?" asked Psyche as she shook hands with her guest and stood looking up at him with all the old confiding frankness in her face and manner.
"The violets showed me the way."
She glanced at the posy in his b.u.t.ton-hole and smiled.
"Yes, I gave them to Adam, but I didn"t think you would guess. I enjoyed your work for an hour to-day, and I have no words strong enough to express my admiration."
"There is no need of any. Tell me about yourself: what have you been doing all this year?" he asked, watching with genuine satisfaction the serene and sunny face before him, for discontent, anxiety, and sadness were no longer visible there.
"I"ve been working and waiting," she began.
"And succeeding, if I may believe what I see and hear and read," he said, with an expressive little wave of the book as he laid it down before her.
"My diary! I didn"t know I had lost it. Where did you find it?"
"By the brook where I stopped to rest. The moment I saw your name I shut it up. Forgive me, but I can"t ask pardon for reading a few pages of that little gospel of patience, love, and self-denial."
She gave him a reproachful look, and hurried the telltale book out of sight as she said, with a momentary shadow on her face,--
"It has been a hard task; but I think I have learned it, and am just beginning to find that my dream _is_ "a noonday light and truth," to me."
"Then you do not relinquish your hopes, and lay down your tools?" he asked, with some eagerness.
"Never! I thought at first that I could not serve two masters, but in trying to be faithful to one I find I am nearer and dearer to the other. My cares and duties are growing lighter every day (or I have learned to bear them better), and when my leisure does come I shall know how to use it, for my head is full of ambitious plans, and I feel that I can do something _now_."
All the old enthusiasm shone in her eyes, and a sense of power betrayed itself in voice and gesture as she spoke.
"I believe it," he said heartily. "You have learned the secret, as that proves."
Psyche looked at the childish image as he pointed to it, and into her face there came a motherly expression that made it very sweet.
"That little sister was so dear to me I could not fail to make her lovely, for I put my heart into my work. The year has gone, but I don"t regret it, though this is all I have done."
"You forget your three wishes; I think the year has granted them."
"What were they?"
"To possess beauty in yourself, the power of seeing it in all things, and the art of reproducing it with truth."
She colored deeply under the glance which accompanied the threefold compliment, and answered with grateful humility,--
"You are very kind to say so; I wish I could believe it." Then, as if anxious to forget herself, she added rather abruptly,--
"I hear you think of giving your Adam a mate,--have you begun yet?"
"Yes, my design is finished, all but the face."
"I should think you could image Eve"s beauty, since you have succeeded so well with Adam"s."
"The features perhaps, but not the expression. That is the charm of feminine faces, a charm so subtile that few can catch and keep it. I want a truly womanly face, one that shall be sweet and strong without being either weak or hard. A hopeful, loving, earnest face with a tender touch of motherliness in it, and perhaps the shadow of a grief that has softened but not saddened it."
"It will be hard to find a face like that."
"I don"t expect to find it in perfection; but one sometimes sees faces which suggest all this, and in rare moments give glimpses of a lovely possibility."
"I sincerely hope you will find one then," said Psyche, thinking of the dinner.
"Thank you; _I_ think I have."
Now, in order that every one may be suited, we will stop here, and leave our readers to finish the story as they like. Those who prefer the good old fashion may believe that the hero and heroine fell in love, were married, and lived happily ever afterward. But those who can conceive of a world outside of a wedding-ring may believe that the friends remained faithful friends all their lives, while Paul won fame and fortune, and Psyche grew beautiful with the beauty of a serene and sunny nature, happy in duties which became pleasures, rich in the art which made life lovely to herself and others, and brought rewards in time.
A COUNTRY CHRISTMAS
"A handful of good life is worth a bushel of learning."
"Dear Emily,--I have a brilliant idea, and at once hasten to share it with you. Three weeks ago I came up here to the wilds of Vermont to visit my old aunt, also to get a little quiet and distance in which to survey certain new prospects which have opened before me, and to decide whether I will marry a millionnaire and become a queen of society, or remain "the charming Miss Vaughan" and wait till the conquering hero comes.
"Aunt Plumy begs me to stay over Christmas, and I have consented, as I always dread the formal dinner with which my guardian celebrates the day.
"My brilliant idea is this. I"m going to make it a real old-fashioned frolic, and won"t you come and help me? You will enjoy it immensely I am sure, for Aunt is a character. Cousin Saul worth seeing, and Ruth a far prettier girl than any of the city rose-buds coming out this season. Bring Leonard Randal along with you to take notes for his new books; then it will be fresher and truer than the last, clever as it was.
"The air is delicious up here, society amusing, this old farmhouse full of treasures, and your bosom friend pining to embrace you. Just telegraph yes or no, and we will expect you on Tuesday.
"Ever yours,
"SOPHIE VAUGHAN."
"They will both come, for they are as tired of city life and as fond of change as I am," said the writer of the above, as she folded her letter and went to get it posted without delay.
Aunt Plumy was in the great kitchen making pies; a jolly old soul, with a face as ruddy as a winter apple, a cheery voice, and the kindest heart that ever beat under a gingham gown. Pretty Ruth was chopping the mince, and singing so gaily as she worked that the four-and-twenty immortal blackbirds could not have put more music into a pie than she did. Saul was piling wood into the big oven, and Sophie paused a moment on the threshold to look at him, for she always enjoyed the sight of this stalwart cousin, whom she likened to a Norse viking, with his fair hair and beard, keen blue eyes, and six feet of manly height, with shoulders that looked broad and strong enough to bear any burden.
His back was toward her, but he saw her first, and turned his flushed face to meet her, with the sudden lighting up it always showed when she approached.
"I"ve done it, Aunt; and now I want Saul to post the letter, so we can get a speedy answer."
"Just as soon as I can hitch up, cousin;" and Saul pitched in his last log, looking ready to put a girdle round the earth in less than forty minutes.
"Well, dear, I ain"t the least mite of objection, as long as it pleases you. I guess we can stan" it ef your city folks can. I presume to say things will look kind of sing"lar to "em, but I s"pose that"s what they come for. Idle folks do dreadful queer things to amuse "em;"
and Aunt Plumy leaned on the rolling-pin to smile and nod with a shrewd twinkle of her eye, as if she enjoyed the prospect as much as Sophie did.
"I shall be afraid of "em, but I"ll try not to make you ashamed of me," said Ruth, who loved her charming cousin even more than she admired her.