"So far as the general effect is concerned, I have no doubt; but I"m afraid it was wrong to victimize Miss Arabella for the benefit of the whole race of weak-minded girls. The effect upon her may be more serious than we apprehend."
"No, I think not. The woman who could pa.s.s by as true a young man as Abel Lee for a foreign count in disguise, hasn"t heart enough to receive a deep injury. She will be terribly mortified, but that will do her good."
"If it turn out no worse than that, I shall be glad. But I must own, now that the whole thing is over, that I am not as well satisfied with myself as I thought I would be. I don"t know what my good sisters at the South would say, if they knew I had been engaged in such a mad-cap affair. But I lay all the blame upon you. You, with your cool head, ought to have known better than to start a young hot-brained fellow like me, just let loose from college, upon such a wild adventure. I"m afraid that if Jones had once got me fairly into his clutches, he would have made daylight shine through me."
"Ha! ha! No doubt of it. But come, don"t begin to look long-faced.
We will keep our own counsel, and no one need be the wiser for our partic.i.p.ation in this matter. Wait a while, and let us enjoy the nine days" wonder that will follow."
But the young man, who was a relative of Marston, and who had come to the city fresh from college, just in the nick of time for the latter, felt, now that the excitement of his wild prank was over, a great deal more sober about the matter than he had expected to feel.
Reason and reflection told him that he had no right to trifle with any one as he had trifled with Arabella Jones. But it was too late to mend the matter. No great harm, however, came of it; and perhaps, good; for a year subsequently, Abel Lee conducted his old flame to the altar, and she makes him a loving and faithful wife.
JOB"S COMFORTERS;
OR, THE LADY WITH NERVES.
WHAT a blessed era in the world"s history that was when the ladies had no nerves! Alas! I was born too late instead of too early, as the complaint of some is. I am cursed with nerves, and, as a consequence, am ever and anon distressed with nervous fears of some direful calamity or painful affliction. I am a simpleton for this, I know; but then, how can I help it? I try to be a woman of sense, but my nerves are too delicately strung. Reason is not sufficient to subdue the fears of impending evil that too often haunt me.
It would not be so bad with me, if I did not find so many good souls ready to add fuel to the flames of my fears. One of my most horrible apprehensions, since I have been old enough to think about it, has been of that dreadful disease, cancer. I am sure I shall die of it,--or, if not, some time in life have to endure a frightful operation for its removal.
I have had a dull, and sometimes an acute pain in one of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, for some years. I am sure it is a cancer forming, though my husband always ridicules my fears. A few days ago a lady called in to see me. The pain had been troubling me, and I felt nervous and depressed.
"You don"t look well," said my visitor.
"I am not very well," I replied.
"Nothing serious, I hope?"
"I am afraid there is, Mrs. A--" I looked gloomy, I suppose, for I felt so.
"You really alarm me. What can be the matter?"
"I don"t know that I have ever mentioned it to you, but I have, for a long time, had a pain in my left breast, where I once had a gathering, and in which hard lumps have ever since remained. These have increased in size, of late, and I am now confirmed in my fears that a cancer is forming."
"Bless me!" And my visitor lifted both hands and eyes. "What kind of a pain is it?"
"A dull, aching pain, with occasional st.i.tches running out from one spot, as if roots were forming."
"Just the very kind of pain that Mrs. N--had for some months before the doctors p.r.o.nounced her affection cancer. You know Mrs.
N--?"
"Not personally. I have heard of her."
"You know she had one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s taken off?"
"Had she?" I asked, in a husky voice. I had horrible feelings.
"Oh, yes!" My visitor spoke with animation.
"She had an operation performed about six months ago. It was dreadful! Poor soul!"
My blood fairly curdled; but my visitor did not notice the effect of her words.
"How long did the operation last?" I ventured to inquire.
"Half an hour."
"Half an hour! So long?"
"Yes; it was a full half hour from the time the first incision was made until the last little artery was taken up."
"Horrible! horrible!" I e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, closing my eyes, and shuddering.
"If so horrible to think of, what must it be in reality?" said my thoughtless visitor. "If it were my case, I would prefer death. But Mrs. N--is not an ordinary woman. She possesses unusual fort.i.tude, and would brave any thing for the sake of her husband and children.
It took even her, however, a long time to make up her mind to have the operation performed; and it was only when she was satisfied that further delay would endanger her life, that she consented to have it done. I saw her just the day before; she looked exceedingly pale, and said but little. A very intimate friend was with her, whom I was surprised to hear talk to her in the liveliest manner, upon subjects of the most ordinary interest. She was relating a very amusing story which she had read; when I entered, and was laughing at the incidents. Even Mrs. N--smiled. It seemed to me very much out of place, and really a mockery to the poor creature; it was downright cruel. How any one could do so I cannot imagine. "My dear madam," I said as soon as I could get a chance to speak to her, "how do you feel? I am grieved to death at the dreadful operation you will have to go through. But you must bear it bravely; it will soon be over."
She thanked me with tears in her eyes for my kind sympathies, and said that she hoped she would be sustained through the severe trial.
Before I could get a chance to reply, her friend broke in with some nonsensical stuff that made poor Mrs. N--laugh in spite of herself, even though the tears were glistening on her eyelashes. I felt really shocked. And then she ran on in the wildest strain you ever heard, turning even the most serious remark I could make into fun. And, would you believe it? she treated with levity the operation itself whenever I alluded to it, and said that it was nothing to fear--a little smarting and a little pain, but not so bad as a bad toothache, she would wager a dollar.
""That is all very well for you to say," I replied, my feelings of indignation almost boiling over, "but if you had the operation to bear, you would find it a good deal worse than a bad toothache, or the severest pain you ever suffered in your life."
"Even this was turned into sport. I never saw such a woman. I believe she would have laughed in a cholera hospital. I left, a.s.suring Mrs. N--of my deepest sympathies, and urged her to nerve herself for the sad trial to which she was so soon to be subjected.
I was not present when the operation was performed, but one who attended all through the fearful scene gave me a minute description of every thing that occurred."
The thought of hearing the details of a dreadful operation made me sick at heart, and yet I felt a morbid desire to know all about it.
I could not ask my visitor to pause; and yet I dreaded to hear her utter another sentence. Such was the strange disorder of my feelings! But it mattered not what process of thought was going on in my mind, or what was the state of my feelings; my visitor went steadily on with her story, while every fifth word added a beat to my pulse per minute.
The effect of this detail was to increase all the cancerous symptoms in my breast, or to cause me to imagine that they were increased.
When my husband came home, I was in a sad state of nervous excitement. He anxiously inquired the cause.
"My breast feels much worse than it has felt for a long time," said I. "I am sure a cancer is forming. I have all the symptoms."
"Do you know the symptoms?" he asked.
"Mrs. N--had a cancer in her breast, and my symptoms all resemble hers."
"How do you know?"
"Mrs. A--has been here, and she is quite intimate with Mrs. N--.
All my symptoms, she says, are precisely like hers."
"I wish Mrs. A--was in the deserts of Arabia!" said my husband, in a pa.s.sion. "Even if what she said were true, what business had she to say it? Harm, not good, could come of it. But I don"t believe you have any more cancer in your breast than I have. There is an obstruction and hardening of the glands, and that is about all."
"But Mrs. N--"s breast was just like mine, for Mrs. A--says so.
She described the feeling Mrs. N--had, and mine is precisely like it."
"Mrs. A--neither felt the peculiar sensation in Mrs. N--"s breast nor in yours; and, therefore, cannot know that they are alike. She is an idle, croaking gossip, and I wish she would never cross our threshold. She always does harm."