Rosamond.
by Mary J. Holmes.
CHAPTER I.
THE OWNER OF RIVERSIDE.
All the day long the September rain had fallen, and when the night closed in it showed no sign of weariness, but with the same monotonous patter dropped upon the roof, or beat against the windows of the pleasantly lighted room where a young man sat gazing at the glowing grate, and listening apparently to the noise of the storm without. But neither the winds, nor yet the rain, had a part of that young man"s thoughts, for they were with the past, and the chain which linked them to that past was the open letter which lay on the table beside him.
For that letter he had waited long and anxiously, wondering what it would contain, and if his overtures for reconciliation with one who had erred far more than himself, would be accepted. It had come at last, and with a gathering coldness at his heart he had read the decision,--"she would not be reconciled," and she bade him "go his way alone and leave her to herself."
"It is well," he said; "I shall never trouble her again,"--and with a feeling of relief, as if a heavy load, a dread of coming evil, had been taken from his mind, he threw the letter upon the table, and leaning back in his cushioned chair, tried to fancy that the last few years of his life were blotted out.
"Could it be so, Ralph Browning would be a different man." he said aloud; then, as he glanced round the richly furnished room, he continued--"People call me happy, and so perhaps I might be, but for this haunting memory. Why was it suffered to be, and must I make a life-long atonement for that early sin?"
In his excitement he arose, and crushing the letter for a moment in his hand, hurled it into the fire; then, going to his private drawer, he took out and opened a neatly folded package, containing a long tress of jet black hair. Shudderingly he wound it around his fingers, laid it over the back of his hand, held it up to the light, and then with a hard, dark look upon his face, threw it, too upon the grate, saying aloud, "Thus perisheth every memento of the past, and I am free again--free as air!"
He walked to the window, and pressing his burning forehead against the cool, damp pane, looked out upon the night. He could not see through the darkness, but had it been day, his eye would have rested on broad acres all his own; for Ralph Browning was a wealthy man, and the house in which he lived was his by right of inheritance from a bachelor uncle for whom he had been named, and who, two years before our story opens, had died, leaving to his nephew the grand old place, called _Riverside_, from its nearness to the river. It was a most beautiful spot; and when its new master first took possession of it, the maids and matrons of Granby, who had mourned for the elder Browning as people mourn for a good man, felt themselves somewhat consoled from the fact that his successor was young and handsome, and would doubtless prove an invaluable acquisition to their fireside circles, and furnish a theme for gossip, without which no village can well exist. But in the first of their expectations they were mistaken, for Mr. Browning shunned rather than sought society, and spent the most of his leisure hours in the seclusion of his library, where, as Mrs.
Peters, his housekeeper, said, he did nothing but mope over books and walk the floor. "He was melancholy," she said; "there was something workin" on his mind, and what it was she didn"t know more"n the dead-- though she knew as well as she wanted to, that he had been crossed in love, for what else would make so many of his hairs gray, and he not yet twenty-five!"
That there was a mystery connected with him, was conceded by most of the villagers, and many a curious gaze they bent upon the grave, dignified young man, who seldom joined in their pastime or intruded himself upon their company. Much sympathy was expressed for him in his loneliness, by the people of Granby, and more than one young girl would gladly have imposed upon herself the task of cheering that loneliness; but he seemed perfectly invulnerable to maiden charms; and when Mrs. Peters, as she often did, urged him "to take a wife and be somebody," he answered quietly, "I am content to follow the example of my uncle. I shall probably never marry."
Still he was lonely in his great house--so lonely that, though it hurt his pride to do it, he wrote the letter, the answer to which excited him so terribly, and awoke within his mind a train of thought so absorbing and intense, that he did not hear the summons to supper until Mrs. Peters put her head into the room, asking "if he were deaf or what."
Mrs. Peters had been in the elder Browning"s household for years, and when the new owner came, she still continued at her post, and exercised over her young master a kind of motherly care, which he permitted because he knew her real worth, and that without her his home would be uncomfortable indeed. On the occasion of which we write, Mrs. Peters was unusually attentive, and to a person at all skilled in female tactics, it was evident that she was about to ask a favor, and had made preparations accordingly. His favorite waffles had been b.u.t.tered exactly right--the peaches and cream were delicious--the fragrant black tea was neither too strong nor too weak--the fire blazed brightly in the grate--the light from the chandelier fell softly upon the ma.s.sive silver service and damask cloth;--and with all these creature comforts around him, it is not strange that he forgot the letter and the tress of hair which so lately had blackened on the coals. The moment was propitious, and by the time he had finished his second cup, Mrs. Peters said, "I have something to propose."
Leaning back in his chair, he looked inquiringly at her, and she continued: "You remember Mrs. Leyton, the poor woman who had seen better days, and lived in East Granby?"
"Yes."
"You know she has been sick, and you gave me leave to carry her any thing I chose?"
"Yes."
"Well, she"s dead, poor thing, and what is worse, she hain"t no connection, nor never had, and her little daughter Rosamond hain"t a place to lay her head."
"Let her come and sleep with you, then," said Mr. Browning, rattling his spoon upon the edge of his cup.
"Yes, and what"ll she do days?" continued Mrs. Peters. "She can"t run the streets, that"s so; now, I don"t believe no great in children, and you certainly don"t b"lieve in "em at all, nor your poor uncle before you; but Rosamond ain"t a child; she"s _thirteen_--most a woman--and if you don"t mind the expense, I shan"t mind the trouble, and she can live here till she finds a place. Her mother, you know, took up millinering to get a living."
"Certainly, let her come," answered Mr. Browning, who was noted for his benevolence.
This matter being thus satisfactorily settled, Mrs. Peters arose from the table, while Mr. Browning went back to the olden memories which had haunted him so much that day, and with which there was not mingled a single thought of the little Rosamond, who was to exert so strong an influence upon his future life.
CHAPTER II.
ROSAMOND LEYTON.
Rosamond had been some weeks at Riverside, and during all that time Mr. Browning had scarcely noticed her at all. On the first day of her arrival he had spoken kindly to her, asking her how old she was, and how long her mother had been dead, and this was all the attention he had paid to her. He did not even yet know the color of her eyes, or texture of her hair,--whether it were curly or straight, black or brown; but he knew in various ways that she was there--knew it by the sound of dancing feet upon the stairs, which were wont to echo only to Mrs. Peters" heavy tread--knew it by the tasteful air his room suddenly a.s.sumed--by the ringing laugh and musical songs which came often from the kitchen, and by the thousand changes which the presence of a merry-hearted girl of thirteen brings to a hitherto silent house.
Of him Rosamond stood considerably in awe, and though she could willingly have worshipped him for giving her so pleasant a home, she felt afraid of him and kept out of his way, watching him with childish curiosity at a distance, admiring his n.o.ble figure, and wondering if she would ever dare speak to him as fearlessly as Mrs. Peters did.
From this woman Rosamond received all a mother"s care, and though the name of her lost parent was often on her lips, she was beginning to be very happy in her new home, when one day toward the middle of October Mrs. Peters told her that Mr. Browning"s only sister, a Mrs. Van Vechten, who lived South, was coming to Riverside, together with her son Ben. The lady Mrs. Peters had never seen, but Ben, who was at school in Albany, had spent a vacation there, and she described him as a "great, good-natured fool," who cared for nothing but dogs, cigars, fast horses and pretty girls.
Rosamond pushed back the stray curls which had fallen over her face, glanced at the cracked mirror which gave her _two_ noses instead of one, and thinking to herself, "I wonder if he"ll care for me,"
listened attentively while Mrs. Peters continued,--"This Miss Van Vechten is a mighty fine lady, they say, and has heaps of n.i.g.g.e.rs to wait on her at home,--but she can"t bring "em here, for _I_ should set "em free--that"s, so. I don"t b"lieve in"t. What was I sayin"? Oh, I know, she can"t wait on herself, and wrote to have her brother get some one. He asked me if you"d be willin" to put on her clothes, wash her face, and _chaw her victuals_ like enough."
"Mr. Browning never said that," interrupted Rosamond, and Mrs. Peters replied--"Well, not that exactly, but he wants you to wait on her generally."
"I"ll do anything reasonable," answered Rosamond. "When will she be here?" "I"ll do anything reasonable," answered Rosamond, "I must hurry, or I shan"t have them north chambers ready for her. Ben ain"t coming quite so soon."
The two or three days pa.s.sed rapidly, and at the close of the third a carriage laden with trunks stopped before the gate at Riverside, and Mrs. Van Vechten had come. She was a thin, sallow-faced, proud-looking woman, wholly unlike her brother, whose senior she was by many years.
She had seen much of the world, and that she was conscious of her own fancied superiority was perceptible in every movement. She was Mrs.
Richard Van Vechten, of Alabama--one of the oldest families in the state. Her deceased husband had been United States Senator--she had been to Europe--had seen the Queen on horseback--had pa.s.sed the residence of the d.u.c.h.ess of Sutherland, and when Rosamond Leyton appeared before her in her neatly-fitting dress of black and asked what she could do for her, she elevated her eyebrows, and coolly surveying the little girl, answered haughtily, "Comb out my hair."
"Yes, I will," thought Rosamond, who had taken a dislike to the grand lady, and suiting the action to the thought, she did comb out her hair, pulling it so unmercifully that Mrs. Van Vechten angrily bade her stop.
"Look at me, girl," said she; "did you ever a.s.sist at any one"s toilet before?"
"I"ve hooked Mrs. Peters" dress and pinned on Bridget"s collar,"
answered Rosamond, her great brown eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g with mischief.
"Disgusting!" returned Mrs. Van Vechten--"I should suppose Ralph would know better than to get me such an ignoramus. Were you hired on purpose to wait on me?"
"Why, no, ma"am--I live here," answered Rosamond.
"Live here!" repeated Mrs. Van Vechten, "and pray, what do you do?"
"Nothing much, unless I choose," said Rosamond, who, being a great pet with Mrs. Peters and the other servants, really led a very easy life at Riverside.
Looking curiously into the frank, open face of the young girl, Mrs.
Van Vechten concluded she was never intended to take a negro"s place, and with a wave of her hand she said, "You may go; I can dress myself alone."
That evening, as the brother and sister sat together in the parlor, the latter suddenly asked, "Who is that Rosamond Leyton, and what is she doing here?"
Mr. Browning told her all he knew of the girl, and she continued, "Do you intend to educate her?"
"Educate her!" said he--"what made you think of that?"
"Because," she answered, with a sarcastic smile, "as you expect to do penance the rest of your lifetime, I did not know but you would deem it your duty to educate every beggar who came along."
The idea of educating Rosamond Leyton was new to Mr. Browning, but he did not tell his sister so--he merely said, "And suppose I do educate her?"
"In that case," answered the lady, "Ben will not pa.s.s his college vacations here, as I had intended that he should do."