Laughing loudly, the Captain drew her toward him, saying, "Why, marrying rich, you little novice. For instance, if one of these days you should be my little wife, I dare say your mother would think you had made a brilliant match!" and the well-preserved gentleman of forty glanced complacently at himself in the mirror thinking how probable it was that his youthfulness would be unimpaired for at least ten years to come!
Anna laughed, for to her his words then conveyed no serious meaning, but with more than her usual quickness she replied, that "she would as soon marry her grandfather."
With Mrs. Livingstone the reader is partially acquainted. In her youth she had been pretty, and now at thirty-eight she was not without pretensions to beauty, notwithstanding her sallow complexion and sunken eyes, Her hair, which was very abundant, was bright and glossy, and her mouth, in which the dentist had done his best, would have been handsome, had it not been for a certain draw at the corners, which gave it a scornful and rather disagreeable expression. In her disposition she was overbearing and tyrannical, fond of ruling, and deeming her husband a monster of ingrat.i.tude if ever in any way he manifested a spirit of rebellion. Didn"t she marry him? and now they were married, didn"t her money support him? And wasn"t it exceedingly amiable in her always to speak of their children as ours! But as for the rest, "twas my house, my servants, my carriage, and my horses. All _mine_--"Mrs. John Livingstone"s--Miss Matilda Richards that was!"
Occasionally, however, her husband"s spirit was roused, and then, after a series of tears, sick-headaches, and then spasms, "Miss Matilda Richards that Was" was compelled to yield her face for many days wearing the look of a much-injured, heart-broken woman. Still her influence over him was great, else she had never so effectually weakened every tie which bound him to his native home, making him ashamed of his parents and of everything pertaining to them. When her husband first wrote, to her that his father was dead and that he had promised to take charge of his mother and "Lena, she new into a violent rage, which was increased ten-fold when she received his second letter, wherein he announced his intention of bringing them home in spite of her. Bursting into tears she declared "she"d leave the house before she"d have it filled up with a lot of paupers. Who did John Nichols think he was, and who did he think she was! Besides that, where was he going to put them? for there wasn"t a place for them that she knew of!"
"Why, mother," said Anna who was pleased with the prospect of a new grandmother and cousin, "Why, mother, what a story. There"s the two big chambers and bedrooms, besides the one next to Carrie"s and mine. Oh, do put them in there. It"ll be so nice to have grandma and cousin "Lena so near me."
"Anna Livingstone!" returned the indignant lady, "Never let me hear you say grandma and cousin again."
"But they be grandma and cousin," persisted Anna, while her mother commenced lamenting the circ.u.mstance which had made them so, wishing, as she had often done before, that she had never married John Nichols.
"I reckon you are not the only one that wishes so," slyly whispered John Jr., who was a witness to her emotion.
Anna was naturally of an inquiring mind, and her mother"s last remark awoke within her a new and strange train of thought, causing her to wonder whose little girl she would have been, her father"s or mother"s, in case they had each married some one else! As there was no one whose opinion Anna dared to ask, the question is undoubtedly to this day, with her, unsolved.
The next morning when Mrs. Livingstone arose, her anger of the day before was somewhat abated, and knowing from past experience that it was useless to resist her husband when once he was determined, she wisely concluded that as they were now probably on the road, it was best to try to endure, for a time, at least, what could not well be helped. And now arose the perplexing question, "What should she do with them? where should she put them that they would be the most out of the way? for she could never suffer them to be round when she had company." The chamber of which Anna had spoken was out of the question, for it was too nice, and besides that, it was reserved for the children of her New Orleans friends, who nearly every summer came up to visit her.
At the rear of the building was a long, low room, containing a fireplace and two windows, which looked out upon the negro quarters and the hemp fields beyond. This room, which in the summer was used for storing feather-beds, blankets, and so forth, was plastered, but minus either paper or paint. Still it was quite comfortable, "better than they were accustomed to at home," Mrs. Livingstone said, and this she decided to give them. Accordingly the negroes were set at work scrubbing the floor, washing the windows, and scouring the sills, until the room at least possessed the virtue of being clean. A faded carpet, discarded as good for nothing, and over which the rats had long held their nightly revels, was brought to light, shaken, mended, and nailed down--then came a bedstead, which Mrs. Livingstone had designed as a Christmas gift to one of the negroes, but which of course would do well enough for her mother-in-law. Next followed an old wooden rocking-chair, whose ancestry Anna had tried in vain to trace, and which Carrie had often proposed burning. This, with two or three more chairs of a later date, a small wardrobe, and a square table, completed the furniture of the room, if we except the plain muslin curtains which shaded the windows, dest.i.tute of blinds. Taking it by itself, the room looked tolerably well, but when compared with the richly furnished apartments around it, it seemed meager and poor indeed; "but if they wanted anything better, they could get it themselves. They were welcome to make any alterations they chose."
This mode of reasoning hardly satisfied Anna, and unknown to her mother she took from her own chamber a handsome hearth-rug, and carrying it to her grandmother"s room, laid it before the fireplace. Coming accidentally upon a roll of green paper, she, with the help of Corinda, a black girl, made some shades for the windows, which faced the west, rendering the room intolerably hot during the summer season. Then, at the suggestion of Corinda, she looped back the muslin curtains with some green ribbons, which she had intended using for her "dolly"s dress." The bare appearance of the table troubled her, but by rummaging, she brought to light a cast-off spread, which, though soiled and worn, was on one side quite handsome.
"Now, if we only had something for the mantel," said she; "it seems so empty."
Corinda thought a moment, then rolling up the whites of her eyes, replied, "Don"t you mind them little pitchers" (meaning vases) "which Master Atherton done gin you? They"d look mighty fine up thar, full of sprigs and posies."
Without hesitating a moment Anna brought the vases, and as she did not know the exact time when her grandmother would arrive, she determined to fill them with fresh flowers every morning.
"There, it looks a heap better, don"t it, Carrie?" said she to her sister, who chanced to be pa.s.sing the door and looked in.
"You must be smart," answered Carrie, "taking so much pains just for them; and as I live, if you haven"t got those elegant vases that Captain Atherton gave you for a birthday present! I know mother won"t like it. I mean to tell her;" and away she ran with the important news.
"There, I told you so," said she, quickly returning. "She says you carry them straight back and let the room alone."
Anna began to cry, saying "the vases were hers, and she should think she might do what she pleased with them."
"What did you go and blab for, you great for shame, you?" exclaimed John Jr., suddenly appearing in the doorway, at the same time giving Carrie a push, which set her to crying, and brought Mrs. Livingstone to the scene of action, "Can"t my vases stay in here? n.o.body"ll hurt "em, and they"ll look so pretty," said Anna.
"Can"t that hateful John behave, and let me alone?" said Carrie.
"And can"t Carrie quit sticking her nose in other folks" business?" chimed in John Jr.
"Oh Lordy, what a fuss," said Corinda, while poor Mrs. Livingstone, half distracted, took refuge under one of her dreadful headaches, and telling her children "to fight their own battles and let her alone," returned to her room.
"A body"d s"pose marster"s kin warn"t of no kind of count," said Aunt Milly, the head cook, to a group of sables, who, in the kitchen, were discussing the furniture of the "trump"ry room," as they were in the habit of calling the chamber set apart for Mrs. Nichols. "Yes, they would s"pose they warn"t of no kind o" count, the way miss goes on, ravin" and tarin" and puttin" "em off with low-lived truck that we black folks wouldn"t begin to tache with the tongs. Ma.s.sy knows ef my ole mother warn"t dead and gone to kingdom come, I should never think o" sarvin" her so, and I don"t set myself up to be nothin" but an old n.i.g.g.e.r, and a black one at that. But Lor" that"s the way with more"n half the white folks. They jine the church, and then they think they done got a t.i.tle deed to one of them houses up in heaven (that n.o.body ever built) sure enough. Goin" straight thar, as fast as a span of race-horses can carry "em. Ki! Won"t they be disappointed, some on "em, and Miss Matilda "long the rest, when she drives up, hosses all a reekin" sweat, and spects to walk straight into the best room, but is told to go to the kitchen and turn hoe-cakes for us n.i.g.g.e.rs, who are eatin" at the fust table, with silver forks and napkins----?"
Here old Milly stopped to breathe, and her daughter Vine, who had listened breathlessly to her mother"s description of the "good time coming," asked "when these things come to pa.s.s, if Miss Carrie wouldn"t have to swing the feathers over the table to keep off the flies, instead of herself?"
"Yes, that she will, child," returned her mother; "Things is all gwine to be changed in the wink of your eye. Miss Anna read that very tex" to me last Sunday and I knew in a minit what it meant. Now thar"s Miss Anna, blessed lamb. She"s one of "em that"ll wear her white gowns and stay in t"other room, with her face shinin" like an ile lamp!"
While this interesting conversation was going on in the kitchen, John Jr., in the parlor was teasing his mother for money, with which to go up to Lexington the next day. "You may just as well give it to me without any fuss," said he, "for if you don"t, I"ll get my bills at the Phoenix charged. The old man is good, and they"ll trust. But then a feller feels more independent when he can pay down, and treat a friend, if he likes; so hand over four or five Vs."
At first Mrs. Livingstone refused, but her head ached so hard and her "nerves trembled so," that she did not feel equal to the task of contending with John Jr., who was always sure in the end to have his own way. Yielding at last to his importunities, she gave him fifteen dollars, charging him to "keep out of bad company and be a good boy."
"Trust me for that," said he, and pulling the tail of Anna"s pet kitten, upsetting Carrie"s work-box, poking a black baby"s ribs with his walking cane, and knocking down a cob-house, which "Thomas Jefferson" had been all day building, he mounted his favorite "Firelock," and together with a young negro, rode off.
"The Lord send us a little peace now," said Aunt Milly, tossing her squalling baby up in the air, and telling Thomas Jefferson not to cry, "for his young master was done gone off."
"And I hope to goodness he"ll stay off a spell," she added, "for thar"s ole Sam to pay the whole time he"s at home, and if ever thar was a tickled critter in this world it"s me, when he clar"s out."
"I"m glad, too," said Anna, who had been sent to the kitchen to stop the screaming, "and I wish he"d stay ever so long, for I don"t take a bit of comfort when he"s at home."
"Great hateful! I wish he didn"t live here," said Carrie, gathering up her spools, thimble and scissors, while Mrs. Livingstone, feeling that his absence had taken a load from her shoulders, settled herself upon her silken lounge and tried to sleep.
Amid all this rejoicing at his departure, John Jr. put spurs to the fleet Firelock, who soon carried him to Lexington, where, as we have seen, he came unexpectedly upon his father, who, not daring to trust him on horseback, lest he should play the truant, took him into the stage with himself, leaving Firelock to the care of the negro.
CHAPTER VI.
THE ARRIVAL.
"Oh, mother, get up quick--the stage has driven up at the gate, and I reckon pa has come," said Anna, bursting into the room where her mother, who was suffering from a headache, was still in bed.
Raising herself upon her elbow, and pushing aside the rich, heavy curtains, Mrs. Livingstone looked out upon the mud-bespattered vehicle, from which a leg, encased in a black and white stocking, was just making its egress. "Oh, heavens!" said she, burying her face again in the downy pillows. Woman"s curiosity, however, soon prevailed over all other feelings, and again looking out she obtained a full view of her mother-in-law, who, having emerged from the coach, was picking out her boxes, trunks, and so forth. When they were all found, Mr. Livingstone ordered two negroes to carry them to the side piazza, where they were soon mounted by three or four little darkies, Thomas Jefferson among the rest.
"John, _John_" said Mrs. Nichols, "them n.i.g.g.e.rs won"t scent my things, will they?"
"Don"t talk, granny," whispered "Lena, painfully conscious of the curious eyes fixed upon them by the bevy of blacks, who had come out to greet their master, and who with sidelong glances at each other, were inspecting the new comers.
"Don"t talk! why not?" said Mrs. Nichols, rather sharply. "This is a free country I suppose." Then bethinking herself, she added quickly, "Oh, I forgot, "taint free here!"
After examining the satchel and finding that the night gown sleeve was safe, Mrs. Nichols took up her line of march for the house, herself carrying her umbrella and band-box, which she would not intrust to the care of the negroes, "as like enough they"d break the umberell, or squash her caps."
"The trumpery room is plenty good enough for "em," thought Corinda, retreating into the kitchen and cutting sundry flourishes in token of her contempt.
The moment "Lena came in sight, Mrs. Livingstone exclaimed, "Oh, mercy, which is the oldest?" and truly, poor "Lena did present a sorry figure, Her bonnet, never very handsome or fashionable, had received an ugly crook in front, which neither her grandmother or uncle had noticed, and of which John Jr. would not tell her, thinking that the worse she looked the more fun he would have! Her skirts were not very full, and her dress hung straight around her, making her of the same bigness from her head to her feet. Her shoes, which had been given to her by one of the neighbors, were altogether too large, and it was with considerable difficulty that she could keep them on, but then as they were a present, Mrs. Nichols said "it was a pity not to get all the good out of them she could."
In front of herself and grandmother, walked Mr. Livingstone, moody, silent, and cross. Behind them was John Jr., mimicking first "Lena"s gait and then his grandmother"s. The negroes, convulsed with laughter, darted hither and thither, running against and over each other, and finally disappearing, some behind the house and some into the kitchen, and all retaining a position from which they could have a full view of the proceedings. On the piazza stood Anna and Carrie, the one with her handkerchief stuffed in her mouth, and the other with her mouth open, astounded at the unlooked-for spectacle.
"Oh, what shall I do, what shall I do?" groaned Mrs. Livingstone.
"Do? Get up and dress yourself, and come and see your new relations: that"s what I should do," answered John Jr., who, tired of mimicking, had run forward, and now rushed unceremoniously into his mother"s sleeping-room, leaving the door open behind him.
"John Livingstone, what do you mean?" said she, "shut that door this minute."
Feigning not to hear her, John Jr. ran back to the piazza, which he reached just in time to hear the presentation of his sisters.
"This is Carrie, and this is Anna," said Mr. Livingstone, pointing to each one as he p.r.o.nounced her name.
Marching straight up to Carrie and extending her hand, Mrs. Nichols exclaimed, "Now I want to know if this is Car"line. I"d no idee she was so big. You pretty well, Car"line?"
Very haughtily Carrie touched the ends of her grandmother"s fingers, and with stately gravity replied that she was well.
Turning next to Anna, Mrs. Nichols continued, "And this is Anny. Looks weakly "pears to me, kind of blue around the eyes as though she was fitty. Never have fits, do you, dear?"
"No, ma"am," answered Anna, struggling hard to keep from laughing outright.
Here Mr. Livingstone inquired for his wife, and on being told that she was sick, started for her room.
"Sick? Is your marm sick?" asked Mrs. Nichols of John Jr. "Wall, I guess I"ll go right in and sea if I can"t do somethin" for her. I"m tolerable good at nussin"."
Following her son, who did not observe her, she entered unannounced into the presence of her elegant daughter-in-law, who, with a little shriek, covered her head with the bed-clothes. Knowing that she meant well, and never dreaming that she was intruding, Mrs. Nichols walked up to the bedside, saying, "How de do, "Tilda? I suppose you know I"m your mother--come all the way from Ma.s.sachusetts to live with you. What is the matter? Do you take anything for your sickness?"
A groan was Mrs. Livingstone"s only answer.
"Little hystericky, I guess," suggested Mrs. Nichols, adding that "settin" her feet in middlin" hot water is good for that."
"She is nervous, and the sight of strangers makes her worse. So I reckon you"d better go out for the present," said Mr. Livingstone, who really pitied his wife. Then calling Corinda, he bade her show his mother to her room.
Corinda obeyed, and Mrs. Nichols followed her, asking her on the way "what her surname was, how old she was, if she knew how to read, and if she hadn"t a good deal rather be free than to be a slave!" to which Corinda replied, that "she didn"t know what a surname meant, that she didn"t know how old she was, that she didn"t know how to read, and that she didn"t know whether she"d like to be free or not, but reckoned she shouldn"t."
"A half-witted gal that," thought Mrs. Nichols, "and I guess "Tilda don"t set much store by her." Then dropping into the wooden rocking-chair and laying aside her bonnet, she for the first time noticed that "Lena was not with her, and asked Corinda to go for her.
Corinda complied, leaving the room just in time to stifle a laugh, as she saw Mrs. Nichols stoop down to examine the hearth-rug, wondering "how much it cost when "twas new."
We left "Lena standing on the steps of the piazza.
At a glance she had taken in the whole--had comprehended that there was no affinity whatever between herself and the objects around her, and a wild, intense longing filled her heart to be once more among her native hills. She had witnessed the merriment of the blacks, the scornful curl of Carrie"s lip, the half-suppressed ridicule of Anna, when they met her grandmother, and now uncertain of her own reception, she stood before her cousins not knowing whether to advance or run away. For a moment there was an awkward silence, and then John Jr., bent on mischief, whispered to Carrie, "Look at that pinch in her bonnet, and just see her shoes! Big as little sailboats!"
This was too much for Lena. She already disliked John Jr., and now, flying into a violent pa.s.sion, she drew off her shoes, and hurling them at the young gentleman"s head fled away, away, she knew not, cared not whither, so that she got out of sight and hearing. Coming at last to the arbor bridge across the brook in the garden, she paused for breath, and throwing herself upon a seat, burst into a flood of tears. For several minutes she sobbed so loudly that she did not hear the sound of footsteps upon the graveled walk. Anna had followed her, partly out of curiosity, and partly out of pity, the latter of which preponderated when she saw how bitterly her cousin was weeping. Going up to her she said, "Don t cry so, "Lena. Look up and talk. It"s Anna, your cousin."
"Lena had not yet recovered from her angry fit, and thinking Anna only came to tease her, and perhaps again ridicule her bonnet, she tore the article, from her head, and bending it up double, threw it into the stream, which carried it down to the fish-pond, where for two or three hours it furnished amus.e.m.e.nt for some little negroes, who, calling it a crab, fished for it with hook and line! For a moment Anna stood watching the bonnet as it sailed along down the stream, thinking it looked better there than on its owner"s head, but wondering why "Lena had thrown it away. Then again addressing her cousin, she asked why she had done so?
"It"s a homely old thing, and I hate it," answered "Lena, again bursting into tears. "I hate everybody, and I wish I was dead, or back in Ma.s.sachusetts, I don"t care which!"
With her impressions of the "Bay State," where her mother said folks lived on "cold beans and codfish," Anna thought she should prefer the first alternative, but she did not say so; and after a little she tried again to comfort "Lena, telling her "she liked her, or at least she was going to like her a heap."
"No, you ain"t," returned "Lena. "You laughed at me and granny both. I saw you do it, and you think I don"t know anything, but I do. I"ve been through Olney"s geography, and Colburn"s arithmetic twice!"
This was more than Anna could say. She had no scholarship of which to boast; but she had a heart brimful of love, and in reply to "Lena"s accusation of having laughed at her, she replied, "I know I laughed, for grandma looked so funny I couldn"t help it. But I won"t any more. I pity you because your mother is dead, and you never had any father, ma says."
This made "Lena cry again, while Anna continued, "Pa"ll buy you some new clothes I reckon, and if he don"t, I"ll give you some of mine, for I"ve got heaps, and they"ll fit you I most know. Here"s my mark--" pointing to a cut upon the door-post. "Here"s mine, and Carrie"s and brother"s. Stand up and see if you don"t measure like I do,"
"Lena complied, and to Anna"s great joy they were just of a height.
"I"m so glad," said she. "Now, come to my room and Corinda will fix you up mighty nice before mother sees you."
Hand-in-hand the two girls started for the house, but had not gone far when they heard some one calling, "Ho, Miss "Lena, whar is you? Ole miss done want you." At the same time Corinda made her appearance round the corner of the piazza.
"Here, Cora," said Anna. "Come with me to my room; I want you."
With a broad grin Corinda followed her young mistress, while "Lena, never having been accustomed to any negro save the one with whom many New England children are threatened when they cry, clung closer to Anna"s side, occasionally casting a timid glance toward the dark-browed girl who followed them. In the upper hall they met with Carrie, who in pa.s.sing "Lena held back her dress, as if fearing contamination from a contact with her cousin"s plainer garments. Painfully alive to the slightest insult, "Lena reddened, while Anna said, "Never mind--that"s just like Cad, but n.o.body cares for her."
Thus rea.s.sured "Lena followed on, until they reached Anna"s room, which they were about to enter, when the shrill voice of Mrs. Nichols fell upon their ears, calling, ""Leny, "Leny, where upon airth is she?"
"Let"s go to her first," said "Lena, and leading the way Anna soon ushered her into her grandmother"s room which, child as she was, "Lena readily saw was far different from the handsome apartments of which she had obtained a pa.s.sing glance.
But Mrs. Nichols had not thought of this--and was doubtless better satisfied with her present quarters than she would have been with the best furnished chamber in the house. The moment her granddaughter appeared, she exclaimed, ""Leny Rivers, where have you been? I was worried to death, for fear you might be runnin" after some of them paltry n.i.g.g.e.rs. And now whilst I think on"t, I charge you never to go a nigh "em; I"d no idee they were such half-naked, nasty critters."
This prohibition was a novelty to Anna, who spent many happy hours with her sable-hued companions, never deeming herself the worse for it. Her grandmother"s first remark, however, struck her still more forcibly, and she immediately asked, "Grandma, what did you call "Lena, just now? "Lena what?"
"I called her by her name, "Lena Rivers. What should I call her?" returned Mrs. Nichols.
"Why, I thought her name was "Lena Nichols; ma said "twas," answered Anna.
Mrs. Nichols was very sensitive to any slight cast upon "Lena"s birth, and she rather tartly informed Anna, that "her mother didn"t know everything," adding that ""Lena"s father was Mr. Rivers, and there wasn"t half so much reason why she should be called Nichols as there was why Anna should, for that was her father"s name, the one by which he was baptized, the same day with Nancy Scovand.y.k.e, who"s jest his age, only he was born about a quarter past four in the morning, and she not till some time in the afternoon!"
"But where is Mr. Rivers?" asked Anna more interested in him than in the exact minute of her father"s birth.
"The Lord only knows," returned Mrs. Nichols. "Little girls shouldn"t ask too many questions."
This silenced Anna, and satisfied her that there was some mystery connected with "Lena. The mention of Nancy Scovand.y.k.e reminded Mrs. Nichols of the dishes which that lady had packed away, and anxious to see if they were safe, she turned to "Lena saying, "I guess we"ll have time before dinner to unpack my trunks, for I want to know how the crockery stood the racket. Anny, you run down and tell your pa to fetch "em up here, that"s a good girl."
In her eagerness to know what those weather-beaten boxes contained, Anna forgot her scheme of dressing "Lena, and ran down, not to call her father, but the black boy, Adam. It took her a long time to find him, and Mrs. Nichols, growing impatient, determined to go herself, spite of "Lena"s entreaties that she would stay where she was. Pa.s.sing down the long stairway, and out upon the piazza, she espied a negro girl on her hands and knees engaged in cleaning the steps with a cloth. Instantly remembering her mop, she greatly lamented that she had left it behind--""twould come so handy now," thought she, but there was no help for it.
Walking up to the girl, whose name she did not know, she said, "Sissy, can you tell me where John is?"
Quickly "Sissy"s" ivories became visible, as she replied, "We hain"t got any such n.i.g.g.e.r as John."
With a silent invective upon negroes in general, and this one in particular, Mrs. Nichols choked, stammered, and finally said, "I didn"t ask for a _n.i.g.g.e.r_; I want your master, John!"
Had the old lady been a Catholic, she would have crossed herself for thus early breaking her promise to Nancy Scovand.y.k.e. As it was, she mentally asked forgiveness, and as the colored girl "didn"t know where marster was," but "reckoned he had gone somewhar," she turned aside, and seeking her son"s room, again entered unannounced. Mrs. Livingstone, who was up and dressed, frowned darkly upon her visitor. But Mrs. Nichols did not heed it, and advancing forward, she said, "Do you feel any better, "Tilda? I"d keep kinder still to-day, and not try to do much, for if you feel any consarned about the housework, I"d just as lief see to"t a little after dinner as not."
"I have all confidence in Milly"s management, and seldom trouble myself about the affairs of the kitchen," answered Mrs. Livingstone.
"Wall, then," returned her mother-in-law, nothing daunted, "Wall, then, mebby you"d like to have me come in and set with you a while."
It would be impossible for us to depict Mrs. Livingstone"s look of surprise and anger at this proposition. Her face alternately flushed and then grew pale, until at last she found voice to say, "I greatly prefer being alone, madam. It annoys me excessively to have any one round."
"Considerable kind o" touchy," thought Mrs. Nichols, "but then the poor critter is sick, and I shan"t lay it up agin her."