"Did you ever take a copy of this for any one?" asked Durward, a faint light beginning to dawn upon him.
"What a feller to hang on," answered Joel, "but bein" I"ve started, I"ll go it and tell the hull. One morning when I was in Lexington, a gentleman came in, calling himself Mr. Graham, and saying he wanted a copy of an old mountain house which he had seen at Mr. Livingstone"s. Whilst I was gettin" it ready, he happened to come acrost this one, and what is the queerest of all, he like to fainted away. I had to throw water in his face and everything. Bimeby he c.u.m to, and says he, "Where did you get that?" I told him all about it, and then, layin" his head on the table, he groaned orfully, wipin" off the thumpinest great drops of sweat and kissin" the picter as if he was crazy.
""Mebby you knew h.e.l.leny Nichols?" says I.
""Knew her, yes," says he, jumpin" up and walkin" the room as fast.
"All to once he grew calm, just as though nothin" had happened, and says he, "I must have that or one jest like it."
"At first I hesitated, for I felt kinder mean always about keepin" it, and I didn"t want "Leny to know I"d got it. I told him so, and he said n.o.body but himself should ever see it. So I took a smaller one, leavin" off the lower part of the body, as the dress is old-fashioned, you see. He was as tickled as a boy with a new top, and actually forgot to take the other one of the mountain house. Some months after, I came across him in Cincinnati. His wife was with him, and I thought then that she looked like Aunt Nancy. Wall, he went with me to my office, and said he wanted another daguerreotype, as he"d lost the first one. Now I"m, pretty good at figgerin", and I"ve thought that matter over until I"ve come to this conclusion--_that man_--was--"Lena"s father--the husband or something of h.e.l.leny Nichols! But what ails you? Are you faintin", too," he exclaimed, as he saw the death-like whiteness which had settled upon Durward"s face and around his mouth.
"Tell me more, everything you know," gasped Durward.
"I have told you all I know for certain," said Joel. "The rest is only guess-work, but it looks plaguy reasonable. "Leny"s father, I"ve heard was from South Car"lina----"
"So was Mr. Graham," said Durward, more to himself than to Joel, who continued, "And he"s your step-father, ain"t he--the husband of Lucy Temple, my cousin?"
Durward nodded, and as a customer just then came in, he arose to go, telling Joel he would see him again. Alone in his room, he sat down to think of the strange story he had heard. Gradually as he thought, his mind went back to the time when Mr. Graham first came home from Springfield. He was a little boy, then, five or six years of age, but he now remembered many things calculated to prove what he scarcely yet dared to hope. He recalled Mr. Graham"s preparations to return, when he was taken suddenly ill. He knew that immediately atter his recovery he had gone northward. He remembered how sad he had seemed after his return, neglecting to play with him as had been his wont, and when to this he added Joel"s story, together with the singularity of his father"s conduct towards "Lena, he could not fail to be convinced.
"She is innocent, thank heaven! I see it all now. Fool that I was to be so hasty," he exclaimed, his whole being seemed to undergo a sudden change as the joyous conviction flashed upon him.
In his excitement he forgot his promise of again seeing Joel Sloc.u.m, and ere the sun-setting he was far on his road home. Occasionally he felt a lingering doubt, as he wondered what possible motive his father could have had for concealment, but these wore away as the distance between himself and Kentucky diminished. As the train paused at one of the stations, he was greatly surprised at seeing John Jr. among the crowd gathered at the depot.
"Livingstone, Livingstone, how came you here?" shouted Durward, leaning from the open window.
The cars were already in motion, but at the risk of his life John Jr. bounded upon the platform, and was soon seated by the side of Durward.
"You are a great one, ain"t you?" said he. "Here I"ve been looking for you all over Christendom, to tell you the news. You"ve got a new sister. Did you know it?"
""Lena! Is it true? Is it "Lena?" said Durward, and John replied by relating the particulars as far as he knew them, and ending by asking Durward if "he didn"t think he was sold!"
"Don"t talk," answered Durward. "I want to think, for I was never so happy in my life."
"Nor I either," returned John Jr. "So if you please you needn"t speak to me, as I wish to think, too."
But John Jr. could not long keep still, he must tell his companion of his engagement with Nellie--and he did, falling asleep soon after, and leaving Durward to his own reflections.
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII.
CONCLUSION.
We hope the reader does not expect us to describe the meeting between Durward and "Lena, for we have not the least, or, at the most, only a faint idea of what took place. We only know that it occurred in the summer-house at the foot of the garden, whither "Lena had fled at the first intimation of his arrival, and that on her return to the house, after an interview of two whole hours, there were on her cheeks traces of tears, which the expression of her face said were not tears of grief.
"How do you like my daughter?" asked Mr. Graham, mischievously, at the same time laying his arm proudly about her neck.
"So well that I have asked her to become my wife, and she has promised to do so, provided we obtain your consent," answered Durward, himself throwing an arm around the blushing girl, who tried to escape, but he would not let her, holding her fast until his father"s answer was given.
Then turning to Mrs. Graham, he said, "Now, mother, we will hear you."
Kind and affectionate as she tried to be toward "Lena, Mrs. Graham had not yet fully conquered her olden prejudice, and had the matter been left wholly with herself, she would, perhaps, have chosen for her son a bride in whose veins no plebeian blood was flowing; but she well knew that her objections would have no weight, and she answered, that "she should not oppose him."
"Then it is settled," said he, "and four weeks from to-night I shall claim "Lena for my own."
"No, not so soon after grandma"s death," "Lena said, and Durward replied: "If grandma could speak, she would tell you not to wait!" but "Lena was decided, and the most she would promise was, that in the spring she would think about it!
"Six months," said Durward, "I"ll never wait so long!" but he forbore pressing her further on the subject, knowing that he should have her in the house with him, which would in a great measure relieve the tedium of waiting.
During the autumn, his devotion to "Lena furnished Carrie with a subject for many ill-natured remarks concerning newly-engaged people.
"I declare," said she, one evening after the departure of Durward, "Lena, and Nellie, who had been spending the day at Maple Grove, "I"m perfectly disgusted, and if this is a specimen, I hope I shall never be engaged."
"Don"t give yourself a moment"s uneasiness," retorted John Jr., "I"ve not the least idea that such a calamity will ever befall you, and years hence my grandchildren will read on some gravestone, "Sacred to the memory of Miss Caroline Livingstone, aged 70. In single blessedness she lived--and in the same did die!""
"You think you are cunning, don"t you," returned Carrie, more angry than she was willing to admit.
She had received the news of Durward"s engagement much better than could have been expected, and after a little she took to quoting and cousining "Lena, while John Jr. seldom let an opportunity pa.s.s of hinting at the very recent date Of her admiration for Miss Graham.
Almost every day for several weeks after Durward"s return, he looked for a visit from Joel Sloc.u.m, who did not make his appearance until some time toward the last of November. Then he came, claiming, and proving, his relationship with Mrs. Graham, who was terribly annoyed, and who, it was rumored, hired him to leave!
During the winter, nothing of importance occurred, if we except the fact that a part of Mabel"s fortune, which was supposed to have been lost, was found to be good, and that John Jr. one day unexpectedly found himself to be the lawful heir of fifty thousand dollars. Upon Mrs. Livingstone this circ.u.mstance produced a rather novel effect, renewing, in its original force, all her old affection for Mabel, who was now "our dear little Meb." Many were the comparisons drawn between Mrs. John Jr. No. 1, and Mrs. John Jr. No. 2, that was to be, the former being p.r.o.nounced far more lady-like and accomplished than the latter, who, during her frequent visits at Maple Grove, continually startled her mother-in-law elect by her loud, ringing laugh, for Nellie was very happy. Her influence, too, over John Jr. became ere long, perceptible in his quiet, gentle manner, and his abstinence from the rude speeches which heretofore had seemed a part of his nature.
Mrs. Graham had proposed spending the winter in New Orleans, but to this Durward objected. He wanted "Lena all to himself, he said, and as she seemed perfectly satisfied to remain where she was, the project was given up, Mrs. Graham contenting herself with antic.i.p.ating the splendid entertainment she would give at the wedding, which was to take place about the last of March. Toward the first of January the preparations began, and if Carrie had never before felt a pang of envy, she did now, when she saw the elegant trousseau which Mr. Graham ordered for his daughter. But all such feelings must be concealed, and almost every day she rode over to Woodlawn, admiring this, going into ecstasies over that, and patronizingly giving her advice on all subjects, while all the time her heart was swelling with bitter disappointment. Having always felt so sure of securing Durward, she had invariably treated other gentlemen with such cool indifference that she was a favorite with but few, and as she considered these few her inferiors, she had more than once feared lest John Jr."s prediction concerning the lettering on her tombstone should prove true!
"Anything but that," said she, dashing away her tears, as she thought how "Lena had supplanted her in the affections of the only person she could ever love, "Old Marster Atherton done want to see you in the parlor," said Corinda, putting her head in at the door.
Since his unfortunate affair with Anna, the captain had avoided Maple Grove, but feeling lonely at Sunnyside, he had come over this morning to call. Finding Mrs. Livingstone absent, he had asked for Carrie, who was so unusually gracious that he wondered he had never before discovered how greatly superior to her sister she was! All his favorite pieces were sung to him, and then, with the patience of a martyr, the young lady seated herself at the backgammon board, playing game after game, until she could scarcely tell her men from his. On his way home the captain fell into a curious train of reflections, while Carrie, when asked by Corinda, if "old marster was done gone," sharply reprimanded the girl, telling her "it was very impolite to call anybody old, particularly one so young as Captain Atherton!"
The next day the captain came again, and the next, and the next, until at last his former intimacy at Maple Grove seemed to be re-established. And all this time no one had an inkling of the true state of things, not even John Jr., who never dreamed it possible for his haughty sister, to grace Sunnyside as its mistress. "But stranger things than that had happened and were happening every day," Carrie reasoned, as she sat alone in her room, revolving the propriety of answering "Yes" to a note which the captain had that morning placed in her hand at parting. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was very fair, and as yet untouched by a single mark or line. She thought of him, bald, wrinkled, fat and _forty-six_!
"I"ll never do it," she exclaimed. "Better live single all my days."
At this moment, the carriage of Mrs. Graham drew up, and from it alighted "Lena, richly clad. The sight of her produced a reaction, and Carrie thought again. Captain Atherton was generous to a fault. He was able and willing to grant her slightest wish, and as his wife, she could compete with, if not outdo, "Lena in the splendor of her surroundings. The pen was resumed, and Carrie wrote the words which sealed her destiny for life. This done, nothing could move her, and though her father entreated, her mother scolded, and John Jr. swore, it made no difference. "She was old enough to choose for herself," she said, "and she had done so."
When Mrs. Livingstone became convinced that her daughter was in earnest, she gave up the contest, taking sides with her. Like Durward, Captain Atherton was in a hurry, and it was decided that the wedding should take place a week before the time appointed for that of her cousin. Determining not to be outdone by Mrs. Graham, Mrs. Livingstone launched forth on a large scale, and there commenced between the two houses a species of rivalry extremely amusing to a looker on. Did Mrs. Graham purchase for "Lena a costly silk, Mrs. Livingstone forthwith secured a piece of similar quality, but different pattern, for Carrie. Did Mrs. Graham order forty dollars" worth of confectionery, Mrs. Livingstone immediately increased her order to fifty dollars. And when it was known that Mrs. Graham had engaged a Louisville French cook at two dollars per day, Mrs. Livingstone sent to Cincinnati, offering three for one!
Carrie had decided upon a tour to Europe, and the captain had given his consent, when it was reported that Durward and "Lena were also intending to sail for Liverpool. In this dilemma there was no alternative save a trip to California or the Sandwich Islands! The former was chosen, Captain Atherton offering to defray Mrs. Livingstone"s expenses if she would accompany them. This plan Carrie warmly seconded, for she knew her mother"s presence would greatly relieve her from the society of her husband, which was not as agreeable to her as it ought to have been. But Mr. Livingstone refused to let his wife go, unless Anna came home and stayed with him while she was gone.
He accordingly wrote to Anna, inviting her and Malcolm to be present at Carrie"s wedding, purposely omitting the name of the bridegroom; and three days before the appointed time they came. It was dark when they arrived, and as they were not expected that night, they entered the house before any one was aware of their presence. John Jr. chanced to be in the hall, and the moment he saw Anna, he caught her in his arms, shouting so uproariously that his father and mother at once hastened to the spot.
"Will you forgive me, father ?" Anna said, and Mr. Livingstone replied by clasping her to his bosom, while he extended his hand to Malcolm.
"Where"s Carrie?" Anna said, and John Jr. replied, "In the parlor, with her future spouse. Shall I introduce you?"
So saying, he dragged her into the parlor, where she then recoiled in terror as she saw Captain Atherton.
"Oh, Carrie!" she exclaimed. "It cannot be----that I see you again!" she added, as she met her sister"s warning look.
Another moment and they were in each other"s arms weeping bitterly, the one that her sister should thus throw herself away, and the other, because she was wretched. It was but for an instant, however, and then Carrie was herself again. Playfully presenting Anna to the Captain, she said, "Ain"t I good to take up with what you left!"
But no one smiled at this joke--the captain, least of all, and as Carrie glanced from him to Malcolm, she felt that her sister had made a happy choice. The next day "Lena came, overjoyed to meet Anna, who more than any one else, rejoiced in her good fortune.
"You deserve it all," she said, when they were alone, "and if Carrie had one t.i.the of your happiness in store I should be satisfied."
But Carrie asked for no sympathy. "It was no one"s business whom she married," she said; and so one pleasant night in the early spring, they decked her in her bridal robes, and then, white, cold, and feelingless as a marble statue, she laid her hand in Captain Atherton"s, and took upon her the vows which made her his forever. A few days after the ceremony, Carrie began to urge their immediate departure for California.
"There was no need of further delay," she said. "No one cared to see "Lena married. Weddings were stupid things, anyway, and her mother could just as well go one time as another."
At first Mrs. Livingstone hesitated, but when Carrie burst into a pa.s.sionate fit of weeping, declaring "she"d kill herself if she had to stay much longer at Sunnyside and be petted by that old fool," she consented, and one week from the day of the marriage they started. In Carrie"s eyes there was already a look of weary sadness, which said that the bitter tears were constantly welling up, while on her brow a shadow was resting, as if Sunnyside were a greater burden than she could bear. Alas, for a union without love! It seldom fails to end in misery, and thus poor Carrie found it. Her husband was proud of her, and, had she permitted, would have loved her after his fashion, but his affectionate advances were invariably repulsed, until at last he treated her with a cold politeness, far more endurable than his fawning attentions had been. She was welcome to go her own way, and he went his, each having in San Francisco their own suite of rooms, and setting up, as it were, a separate establishment. In this way they got on quite comfortably for a few weeks, at the end of which time Carrie took it into her capricious head to return to Maple Grove. She would never go back to Sunnyside, she said. And without a word of opposition the captain paid his bills, and started for Kentucky, where he left his wife at Maple Grove, she giving as a reason that "ma could not spare her yet."
Far different from this were the future prospects of Durward and "Lena, who with perfect love in their hearts were married, a week after the departure of Captain Atherton for California. Very proudly Durward looked down upon her as he placed the first husband"s kiss on her brow, and in the soft brown eyes, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tears, which she raised to his face, there was a world of tenderness, telling that theirs was a union of hearts as well as hands.
The next night a small party a.s.sembled at the house of Mr. Dougla.s.s, in Frankfort, where Nellie was transformed into Nellie Livingstone. Perhaps it was the remembrance of the young girl to whom his vows had once before been plighted, that made John Jr. appear for a time as if he were in a dream. But the moment they rallied him upon the strangeness of his manner, he brightened up, saying that he was trying to get used to thinking that Nellie was really his. It had been decided that he should accompany Durward and "Lena to Europe, and a day or two after his marriage he asked Mr. Everett to go too. Anna"s eyes fairly danced with joy, as she awaited Malcolm"s reply. But much as he would like to go, he could not afford it, and so he frankly said, kissing away the big tear which rolled down Anna"s cheek.
With a smile John Jr. placed a sealed package in his sister"s hand, saying to Malcolm, "I have antic.i.p.ated this and provided for it. I suppose you are aware that Mabel willed me all her property, which contrary to our expectations, has proved to be considerable. I know I do not deserve a cent of it, but as she had no nearer relative than Mr. Dougla.s.s, I have concluded to use it for the comfort of his daughter and for the good of others. I want you and Anna to join us, and I"ve given her such a sum as will bear your expenses, and leave you more than you can earn d.i.c.kering at law for three or four years. So, puss," turning to Anna, "it"s all settled. Now hurrah for the sunny skies of France and Italy, I"ve talked with father about it, and he"s willing to stay alone for the sake of having you go. Oh, don"t thank me," he continued, as he saw them about to speak. "It"s poor little Meb to whom you are indebted. She loved Anna, and would willingly have her money used for this purpose."
After a little reflection Malcolm concluded to accept John"s offer, and a happier party never stepped on board a steamer than that which, on the 15th of April, sailed for Europe, which they reached in safety, being at the last accounts in Paris, where they were enjoying themselves immensely.
A few words more, and our story is told. Just as Mr. Livingstone was getting tolerably well suited with his bachelor life, he was one morning surprised by the return of his wife and daughter, the latter of whom, as we have before stated, took up her abode at Maple Grove. Almost every day the old captain rides over to see her, but he generally carries back a longer face than he brings. The bald spot on his head is growing larger, and to her dismay Carrie has discovered a "crow track" in the corner of her eye. Frequently, after a war of words with her mother, she announces her intention of returning to Sunnyside, but a sight of the captain is sufficient to banish all such thoughts. And thus she lives, that most wretched of all beings, an unloving and unloved wife.
During the absence of their children, Mr. and Mrs. Graham remain at Woodlawn, which, as it is the property of Durward, will be his own and "Lena"s home.
Jerry Langley has changed his occupation of driver for that of a brakeman on the railroad between Canandaigua and Niagara Falls.
In conclusion we will say of our old friend, Uncle Timothy, that he joined "the _Hindews_" as proposed, was nominated for constable, and, sure of success, bought an old gig for the better transportation of himself over the town. But alas for human hopes--if funded upon politics--the whole American ticket was defeated at Laurel Hill, since which time he has gone over to the Republicans, to whom he has sworn eternal allegiance.
THE END.