"But you do not use your authority fairly, mamma. You have made my life very hard and unhappy since papa died, and permit Gussie to be impudent to me, even when I am doing everything for her comfort. I would have stayed a few weeks longer, but Gussie has gone too far and made it impossible for me to stay another day, so I am going away to be married."
"Married! Dexie, are you crazy?"
"No, I think no one else will think so, when they know that I am exchanging my present life for one so much happier."
"But, Dexie, I will not allow this! To be married in such haste, and away from home, without any preparations whatever! I forbid you to leave the house with such an absurd intention."
"I am sorry to have to deliberately disobey you, mamma, but I have pa.s.sed my word and have no wish to take it back. I admit it would have given me much happiness to have been married from home, but it is doubtful if I could live long enough to _earn_ a wedding, so it is best as it is."
"And you talk of being married, and your father not dead three months yet!
Oh! you heartless girl! And you pretended to care so much for him! You shall not do this shameful thing! Fancy how people would talk!"
Dexie burst into tears at the mention of her father, and turning to leave the room, she heard Guy"s voice in the hall below.
"Are you nearly ready, my darling?" as she ran down the stairs to meet him.
"All ready, but mamma is not going to let me go without some trouble, Guy."
"Take me to her at once, dear, and do not be alarmed. She will not forbid our marriage, so dry those pretty eyes."
Mrs. Sherwood found she could not talk to this stern-faced man as she did to Dexie. She felt embarra.s.sed at his replies to her many objections, and the truths that Guy put so plainly she could neither deny nor refute.
"It was Mr. Sherwood"s wish that our marriage should not be delayed," was his answer to this objection, "and according to Dexie"s wishes it will be strictly private. As to the unkind remarks which you fear will be made about our rather hasty marriage, I will take it upon myself to silence them, directly they reach my ears, by explaining Dexie"s unpleasant position at home since she has been without her father"s protection."
Mrs. Sherwood saw it was the best policy to give her sanction to the marriage, seeing she had no power to prevent it; but when she offered, after some hesitation, to give Dexie a sum of money to provide her with an outfit, Guy refused to allow Dexie to accept it.
"It is no matter, mamma," Dexie said through her tears, for the interview had been most distressing. "Papa gave me the money he received from his published sketches, so I will do very well."
Mrs. Sherwood did not care to ask what the sum amounted to; but having a poor opinion of her husband"s literary efforts, she considered that it could not be much.
"I hope you will not regret this hasty step, Dexie," as Dexie came to her side to wish her good-bye. "You cannot expect me to think kindly of you when you leave me in such a way as this."
"Well, mamma, you know I am obliged to seek the protection of a husband that has been denied me as a daughter; I hope you will not miss me very much. Will you not kiss me good-bye?"
Her mother turned her cheek, but Dexie waited in vain for the kind parting word she longed for.
"I am sorry to leave you, mamma. Think kindly of me sometimes. Guy takes me because he thinks I need his love and care."
"Go to him, then! You have made your choice!"
With this dismissal, Dexie hurried to the hall where Guy was awaiting her, wiping her eyes as she went.
"Well, for my part, I"m glad to see the last of you," said Gussie, following slowly after her sister. "You have always stood in my way, and your Puritanical notions have spoiled many pleasures for me; so whatever tears _I_ shed will be tears of joy."
"Thank you, Gussie; that speech is all that is needed to remove every vestige of regret I may have felt at leaving home," was Dexie"s reply, an unusual light in her dark eyes. "Come, Guy, I am quite ready," and without turning her head she pa.s.sed out the door of her own home to the untried future that she was to share with Guy Traverse.
"My heart aches for you, my darling," and Guy pressed the hand that rested on his arm. "Let Gussie shed her tears of joy while she can, for, if I am not mistaken, they will flow for another cause before the week is out."
CHAPTER XLIV.
A kinder welcome could not be imagined than Dexie received from Guy"s sister when they arrived in Boston, for Mrs. Graham had heard so much of Guy"s "little girl" that she took Dexie to her heart at once.
The mental disquietude and physical weariness that she had pa.s.sed through kept Dexie confined to her room for two days, but on the morning of her third day in Boston she stepped out the church-door a willing, happy bride.
"Really, I can hardly believe that I have been turned into a married woman since I entered the church," she said softly, as Guy seated her in the carriage. "Does it seem real to you, Guy?"
"Well, hardly, dearest; but I am going to prove the reality of it, and use the authority just granted to me, by insisting that you put aside the thoughts that have made your face so sad. Let us think of the new, happy life before us, and forget the trials we have pa.s.sed through. We are going to be very happy together, my little wife."
"Yes, I am sure of that. I believe our quiet and unconventional wedding will bring us quite as much happiness as if we had been married with all the fuss that generally attends affairs of this kind."
(They were driving back to Mrs. Graham"s, where a few friends had been invited to meet them before they left for a short trip.)
"Yes, indeed," was the reply; "and I think we will enjoy it in a greater degree than if we were surrounded by a crowd of distracting friends, though I believe it is usually considered the one time in a person"s life when friends are most appreciated. Why it should be so I cannot see, if all love is like ours. I have obtained my heart"s desire at last. This happy day has been long delayed, but is none the less dear for the waiting, and you can never say again that you feel "alone" in the world."
Dexie gave him a grateful look, as there was no time for words before the carriage stopped at Mrs. Graham"s hospitable doorway, where smiling faces awaited them. Kisses and congratulations were not wanting, and the few friends who had accompanied them to church followed them into the house. A few hours later the happy married pair left for New York, where they spent a pleasant season viewing the sights of the metropolis.
On returning to Boston, Guy was offered a position in a large establishment, the headquarters of the firm, doing business in Lennoxville, in which he was previously engaged. This arrangement proved agreeable to all parties, and made it unnecessary for Dexie to return to the scene of her former trials.
Dexie soon found herself mistress of a charming little house, situated in one of Boston"s beautiful suburbs, where her windows looked out on a lovely prospect. Here the time flew by so rapidly in caring for her dainty rooms and blossoming borders that her thoughts seldom dwelt on the unhappy weeks which preceded her marriage.
It was a delightful surprise when the dear old piano came with the rest of her belongings from home, but the grateful letter of thanks which Mrs.
Sherwood received was tossed aside without a word, though the letter had not failed to touch the mother"s heart.
The piano had been a silent rebuke, and Mrs. Sherwood had been pleased to remove it out of her sight, wishing in her heart that the memories which troubled her could be as easily banished.
But no other piano could have been half so dear to the heart of Dexie, and when she sat down before her beloved instrument the first chords she struck brought happy tears. It was like the greeting of a dear friend long absent.
Little wonder her fingers lingered lovingly over the keys as piece followed piece.
"Dexie," said Guy, coming over to her side and leaning one arm on the piano, "do you remember playing for your father and me one evening and refusing us a certain piece? I have often wondered at the reason of that refusal. May I ask if you will play it for me now, darling?"
Dexie dropped her hands into her lap and lifted a flushed face to her husband"s gaze.
"Dear Guy, I wish you had not asked me, for I do not think I can."
"What! not for me!" said he, laughing. "Not for your own husband! Come now, Dexie, have I found a cause to be jealous already?"
Dexie"s arms were around his neck in a moment.
"Do not say such words, dearest, not even in jest; you do not know how it hurts me. Do you think I would have refused to play that piece for papa for a slight reason, Guy?"
"No, but tell me the reason, wifie. Come, no secrets from your hubby, mind," looking into her eyes with a teasing glance. "You know you told me you only played it when you were sentimentally inclined, and you must only be "sentimentally inclined" in my direction now, so what is the secret?"
kissing the lips so temptingly near.
"You are welcome to the secret, dearest, if I can put it into words, but not to the music, I fear, unless you will stand where I shall not see that you are watching me. There are some things hard to explain, and the effect of that piece of music upon me is one of them. Had I played it for papa, it would have grieved instead of pleased him, for it generally makes me cry; though why it has such power over me I do not quite understand. I have only played it before one person, and he understood it; so I did not mind."