But Miss Plenty had her cap on now, and consequently felt herself twice the woman she was without it; so she not only gave it a somewhat belligerent air by setting it well up, but she shook her head decidedly, smoothed down her stiff white ap.r.o.n, and stood up as if ready for battle.
"I shall do my duty, Rose, and expect the same of others. Don"t say any more now: I must turn the matter over in my mind; for it has come upon me suddenly, and needs serious consideration."
With which unusually solemn address, she took up her keys and trotted away, leaving her niece to follow with an anxious countenance, uncertain whether her championship had done good or ill to the cause she had at heart.
She was much cheered by the sound of Phebe"s voice in the study; for Rose was sure that if Uncle Alec was on their side all would be well.
But the clouds lowered again when they came in to breakfast: for Phebe"s heavy eyes and pale cheeks did not look encouraging; while Dr.
Alec was as sober as a judge, and sent an inquiring glance toward Rose now and then as if curious to discover how she bore the news.
An uncomfortable meal, though all tried to seem as usual, and talked over last night"s events with all the interest they could. But the old peace was disturbed by a word, as a pebble thrown into a quiet pool sends tell-tale circles rippling its surface far and wide. Aunt Plenty, while "turning the subject over in her mind," also seemed intent on upsetting every thing she touched, and made sad havoc in her tea-tray; Dr. Alec unsociably read his paper; Rose, having salted instead of sugared her oatmeal, absently ate it feeling that the sweetness had gone out of every thing; and Phebe, after choking down a cup of tea and crumbling a roll, excused herself, and went away, sternly resolving not to be a bone of contention to this beloved family.
As soon as the door was shut, Rose pushed away her plate, and going to Dr. Alec peeped over the paper with such an anxious face that he put it down at once.
"Uncle, this is a serious matter, and _we_ must take our stand at once; for you are Phebe"s guardian and I am her sister," began Rose, with pretty solemnity. "You have often been disappointed in me," she continued, "but I know I never shall be in you; because you are too wise and good to let any worldly pride or prudence spoil your sympathy with Archie and our Phebe. You won"t desert them, will you?"
"Never!" answered Dr. Alec, with gratifying energy.
"Thank you! thank you!" cried Rose. "Now, if I have you and aunty on my side, I"m not afraid of anybody."
"Gently, gently, child. I don"t intend to desert the lovers; but I certainly shall advise them to consider well what they are about. I"ll own I _am_ rather disappointed; because Archie is young to decide his life in this way, and Phebe"s career seemed settled in another fashion. Old people don"t like to have their plans upset, you know,"
he added, more lightly; for Rose"s face fell as he went on.
"Old people shouldn"t plan too much for the young ones then. We are very grateful, I"m sure; but we cannot always be disposed of in the most prudent and sensible way; so don"t set your hearts on little arrangements of that sort, I beg," and Rose looked wondrous wise; for she could not help suspecting even her best uncle of "plans" in her behalf.
"You are quite right: we shouldn"t; yet it is very hard to help it,"
confessed Dr. Alec, with a conscious air; and, returning hastily to the lovers, he added kindly,--
"I was much pleased with the straightforward way in which Phebe came to me this morning, and told me all about it, as if I really was her guardian. She did not own it in words: but it was perfectly evident that she loves Archie with all her heart; yet, knowing the objections which will be made, very sensibly and bravely proposes to go away at once, and end the matter,--as if that were possible, poor child," and the tender-hearted man gave a sigh of sympathy that did Rose good to hear, and mollified her rising indignation at the bare idea of ending Phebe"s love affairs in such a summary way.
"You don"t think she ought to go, I hope?"
"I think she will go."
"We must not let her."
"We have no right to keep her."
"O uncle! surely we have! Our Phebe, whom we all love so much."
"You forget that she is a woman now, and we have no claim upon her.
Because we"ve befriended her for years is the very reason we should not make our benefits a burden, but leave her free; and, if she chooses to do this in spite of Archie, we must let her with a G.o.d-speed."
Before Rose could answer, Aunt Plenty spoke out like one having authority; for old-fashioned ways were dear to her soul, and she thought even love affairs should be conducted with a proper regard to the powers that be.
"The family must talk the matter over and decide what is best for the children, who of course will listen to reason and do nothing ill-advised. For my part, I am quite upset by the news, but shall not commit myself till I"ve seen Jessie and the boy. Jane, clear away, and bring me the hot water."
That ended the morning conference; and, leaving the old lady to soothe her mind by polishing spoons and washing cups, Rose went away to find Phebe, while the doctor retired to laugh over the downfall of brother Mac"s match-making schemes.
The Campbells did not gossip about their concerns in public; but, being a very united family, it had long been the custom to "talk over"
any interesting event which occurred to any member thereof, and every one gave his or her opinion, advice, or censure with the utmost candor. Therefore the first engagement, if such it could be called, created a great sensation, among the aunts especially; and they were in as much of a flutter as a flock of maternal birds when their young begin to hop out of the nest. So at all hours the excellent ladies were seen excitedly nodding their caps together, as they discussed the affair in all its bearings, without ever arriving at any unanimous decision.
The boys took it much more calmly. Mac was the only one who came out strongly in Archie"s favor. Charlie thought the Chief ought to do better, and called Phebe "a siren, who had bewitched the sage youth."
Steve was scandalized, and delivered long orations upon one"s duty to society, keeping the old name up, and the danger of _mesalliances_; while all the time he secretly sympathized with Archie, being much smitten with Kitty Van himself. Will and Geordie, unfortunately home for the holidays, considered it "a jolly lark;" and little Jamie nearly drove his elder brother distracted by curious inquiries as to "how folks felt when they were in love."
Uncle Mac"s dismay was so comical that it kept Dr. Alec in good spirits; for he alone knew how deep was the deluded man"s chagrin at the failure of the little plot which he fancied was prospering finely.
"I"ll never set my heart on any thing of the sort again; and the young rascals may marry whom they like. I"m prepared for any thing now: so if Steve brings home the washerwoman"s daughter, and Mac runs away with our pretty chamber-maid, I shall say, "Bless you my children,"
with mournful resignation; for, upon my soul, that is all that"s left for a modern parent to do."
With which tragic burst, poor Uncle Mac washed his hands of the whole affair, and buried himself in the counting-house while the storm raged.
About this time, Archie might have echoed Rose"s childish wish, that she had not _quite_ so many aunts; for the tongues of those interested relatives made sad havoc with his little romance, and caused him to long fervently for a desert island, where he could woo and win his love in delicious peace. That nothing of the sort was possible soon became evident; since every word uttered only confirmed Phebe"s resolution to go away, and proved to Rose how mistaken she had been in believing that she could bring every one to her way of thinking.
Prejudices are unmanageable things; and the good aunts, like most women, possessed a plentiful supply: so Rose found it like beating her head against a wall to try and convince them that Archie was wise in loving poor Phebe. His mother, who had hoped to have Rose for her daughter,--not because of her fortune, but the tender affection she felt for her,--put away her disappointment without a word, and welcomed Phebe as kindly as she could for her boy"s sake. But the girl felt the truth with the quickness of a nature made sensitive by love, and clung to her resolve all the more tenaciously, though grateful for the motherly words that would have been so sweet if genuine happiness had prompted them.
Aunt Jane called it romantic nonsense, and advised strong measures,--"kind, but firm, Jessie." Aunt Clara was sadly distressed about "what people would say" if one of "our boys" married a n.o.body"s daughter. And Aunt Myra not only seconded her views by painting portraits of Phebe"s unknown relations in the darkest colors, but uttered direful prophecies regarding the disreputable beings who would start up in swarms the moment the girl made a good match.
These suggestions so wrought upon Aunt Plenty that she turned a deaf ear to the benevolent emotions native to her breast, and taking refuge behind "our blessed ancestress, Lady Marget," refused to sanction any engagement which could bring discredit upon the stainless name which was her pride.
So it all ended where it began; for Archie steadily refused to listen to any one but Phebe, and she as steadily reiterated her bitter "No;"
fortifying herself half unconsciously with the hope that, by and by, when she had won a name, fate might be kinder.
While the rest talked, she had been working; for every hour showed her that her instinct had been a true one, and pride would not let her stay, though love pleaded eloquently. So, after a Christmas any thing but merry, Phebe packed her trunks, rich in gifts from those who generously gave her all but the one thing she desired; and, with a pocketful of letters to people who could further her plans, she went away to seek her fortune, with a brave face and a very heavy heart.
"Write often, and let me know all you do, my Phebe; and remember I shall never be contented till you come back again," whispered Rose, clinging to her till the last.
"She _will_ come back; for in a year I"m going to bring her home, please G.o.d," said Archie, pale with the pain of parting, but as resolute as she.
"I"ll earn my welcome: then perhaps it will be easier for them to give and me to receive it," answered Phebe, with a backward glance at the group of caps in the hall, as she went down the steps on Dr. Alec"s arm.
"You earned it long ago, and it is always waiting for you while I am here. Remember that, and G.o.d bless you, my good girl," he said, with a paternal kiss that warmed her heart.
"I never shall forget it!" and Phebe never did.
CHAPTER IX.
_NEW-YEAR"S CALLS._
"Now I"m going to turn over a new leaf, as I promised. I wonder what I shall find on the next page?" said Rose, coming down on New-Year"s morning, with a serious face, and a thick letter in her hand.
"Tired of frivolity, my dear?" asked her uncle, pausing, in his walk up and down the hall, to glance at her with the quick, bright look she liked to bring into his eyes.
"No, sir, and that"s the sad part of it; but I"ve made up my mind to stop while I can, because I"m sure it is not good for me. I"ve had some very sober thoughts lately; for, since my Phebe went away, I"ve had no heart for gayety: so it is a good place to stop and make a fresh start," answered Rose, taking his arm, and walking on with him.
"An excellent time! Now, how are you going to fill the aching void?"