"Ah, those were times worth having! Are you going in for much of this sort of thing, Rose?" he asked, with a disapproving glance at the dancers.
"About three months of it, I think."
"Then good-by till New Year," and Mac vanished behind the curtains.
"Rose, my dear, you really must take that fellow in hand before he gets to be quite a bear. Since you have been gone, he has lived in his books, and got on so finely that we have let him alone, though his mother groans over his manners. Polish him up a bit, I beg of you; for it is high time he mended his odd ways, and did justice to the fine gifts he hides behind them," said Uncle Mac, scandalized at the bluntness of his son.
"I know my chestnut-burr too well to mind his p.r.i.c.kles. But others do not; so I _will_ take him in hand and make him a credit to the family," answered Rose, readily.
"Take Archie for your model: he"s one of a thousand; and the girl who gets him gets a prize I do a.s.sure you," added Uncle Mac, who found match-making to his taste, and thought that closing remark a deep one.
"Oh me, how tired I am!" cried Rose, dropping into a chair as the last carriage rolled away, somewhere between one and two.
"What is your opinion now, Miss Campbell?" asked the doctor, addressing her for the first time by the name which had been uttered so often that night.
"My opinion is that Miss Campbell is likely to have a gay life if she goes on as she has begun; and that she finds it very delightful so far," answered the girl, with lips still smiling from their first taste of what the world calls pleasure.
CHAPTER IV.
_THORNS AMONG THE ROSES._
For a time every thing went smoothly, and Rose was a happy girl; for the world seemed a beautiful and friendly place, and the fulfilment of her brightest dreams appeared to be a possibility. Of course, this could not last, and disappointment was inevitable; because young eyes look for a Paradise, and weep when they find a work-a-day world, which seems full of care and trouble, till one learns to gladden and glorify it with high thoughts and holy living.
Those who loved her waited anxiously for the dis-illusion which must come in spite of all their cherishing; for, till now, Rose had been so busy with her studies, travels, and home duties, that she knew very little of the triumphs, trials, and temptations of fashionable life.
Birth and fortune placed her where she could not well escape some of them; and Doctor Alec, knowing that experience is the best teacher, wisely left her to learn this lesson as she must many another, devoutly hoping that it would not be a hard one.
October and November pa.s.sed rapidly; and Christmas was at hand, with all its merry mysteries, home-gatherings, and good wishes.
Rose sat in her own little sanctum, opening from the parlor, busily preparing gifts for the dear five hundred friends who seemed to grow fonder and fonder as the holidays drew near. The drawers of her commode stood open, giving glimpses of dainty trifles, which she was tying up with bright ribbons.
A young girl"s face at such moments is apt to be a happy one; but Rose"s was very grave as she worked, and now and then she threw a parcel into the drawer with a careless toss, as if no love made the gift precious. So unusual was this expression that it struck Dr. Alec as he came in, and brought an anxious look to his eyes; for any cloud on that other countenance dropped its shadow over his.
"Can you spare a minute from your pretty work to take a st.i.tch in my old glove?" he asked, coming up to the table strewn with ribbon, lace, and colored papers.
"Yes, uncle, as many as you please."
The face brightened with sudden sunshine; both hands were put out to receive the shabby driving-glove; and the voice was full of that affectionate alacrity which makes the smallest service sweet.
"My Lady Bountiful is hard at work, I see. Can I help in any way?" he asked, glancing at the display before him.
"No, thank you; unless you can make me as full of interest and pleasure in these things as I used to be. Don"t you think preparing presents a great bore, except for those you love, and who love you?"
she added, in a tone which had a slight tremor in it as she uttered the last words.
"I don"t give to people whom I care nothing for. Can"t do it; especially at Christmas, when good-will should go into every thing one does. If all these "pretties" are for dear friends, you must have a great many."
"I thought they were friends; but I find many of them are not, and that"s the trouble, sir."
"Tell me all about it, dear, and let the old glove go," he said, sitting down beside her with his most sympathetic air.
But she held the glove fast, saying eagerly, "No, no, I love to do this! I don"t feel as if I could look at you while I tell what a bad, suspicious girl I am," she added, keeping her eyes upon her work.
"Very well, I"m ready for confessions of any iniquity, and glad to get them; for sometimes lately I"ve seen a cloud in my girl"s eyes, and caught a worried tone in her voice. Is there a bitter drop in the cup that promised to be so sweet, Rose?"
"Yes, uncle. I"ve tried to think there was not; but it _is_ there, and I don"t like it. I"m ashamed to tell; and yet I want to, because you will show me how to make it sweet, or a.s.sure me that I shall be the better for it, as you used to do when I took medicine."
She paused a minute, sewing swiftly; then out came the trouble all in one burst of girlish grief and chagrin.
"Uncle, half the people who are so kind to me don"t care a bit for me, but for what I can give them; and that makes me unhappy, because I was so glad and proud to be liked. I do wish I hadn"t a penny in the world, then I should know who my true friends were."
"Poor little la.s.s! she has found out that all that glitters is not gold, and the dis-illusion has begun," said the doctor to himself, adding aloud, smiling yet pitiful, "And so all the pleasure is gone out of the pretty gifts, and Christmas is a failure?"
"Oh, no! not for those whom nothing can make me doubt. It is sweeter than ever to make _these_ things, because my heart is in every st.i.tch; and I know that, poor as they are, they will be dear to you, Aunty Plen, Aunt Jessie, Phebe, and the boys."
She opened a drawer where lay a pile of pretty gifts, wrought with loving care by her own hands; touching them tenderly as she spoke, and patting the sailor"s knot of blue ribbon on one fat parcel with a smile that told how unshakable her faith in some one was. "But _these_," she said, pulling open another drawer, and tossing over its gay contents with an air half sad, half scornful, "these I _bought_ and give because they are expected. _These_ people only care for a rich gift, not one bit for the giver, whom they will secretly abuse if she is not as generous as they expect. How _can_ I enjoy that sort of thing, uncle?"
"You cannot; but perhaps you do some of them injustice, my dear. Don"t let the envy or selfishness of a few poison your faith in all. Are you sure that none of these girls care for you?" he asked, reading a name here and there on the parcels scattered about.
"I"m afraid I am. You see I heard several talking together the other evening at Annabel"s, only a few words, but it hurt me very much; for nearly every one was speculating on what I would give them, and hoping it would be something fine. "She"s so rich she ought to be generous,"
said one. "I"ve been perfectly devoted to her for weeks, and hope she won"t forget it," said another. "If she doesn"t give me some of her gloves, I shall think she"s very mean; for she has heaps, and I tried on a pair in fun so she could see they fitted and take a hint," added a third. I did take the hint, you see;" and Rose opened a handsome box in which lay several pairs of her best gloves, with b.u.t.tons enough to satisfy the heart of the most covetous.
"Plenty of silver paper and perfume, but not much love went into _that_ bundle, I fancy?" and Dr. Alec could not help smiling at the disdainful little gesture with which Rose pushed away the box.
"Not a particle, nor in most of these. I have given them what they wanted, and taken back the confidence and respect they didn"t care for. It is wrong, I know; but I can"t bear to think all the seeming good-will and friendliness I"ve been enjoying was insincere and for a purpose. That"s not the way _I_ treat people."
"I am sure of it. Take things for what they are worth, dear, and try to find the wheat among the tares; for there is plenty if one knows how to look. Is that all the trouble?"
"No, sir, that is the lightest part of it. I shall soon get over my disappointment in those girls, and take them for what they are worth as you advise; but being deceived in them makes me suspicious of others, and that is hateful. If I cannot trust people, I"d rather keep by myself and be happy. I do detest manoeuvring and underhand plots and plans!"
Rose spoke petulantly, and twitched her silk till it broke; while regret seemed to give place to anger as she spoke.
"There is evidently another thorn p.r.i.c.king. Let us have it out, and then "I"ll kiss the place to make it well," as I used to do when I took the splinters from the fingers you are p.r.i.c.king so unmercifully,"
said the doctor, anxious to relieve his pet patient as soon as possible.
Rose laughed, but the color deepened in her cheeks, as she answered with a pretty mixture of maidenly shyness and natural candor.
"Aunt Clara worries me by warning me against half the young men I meet, and insisting that they only want my money. Now that is dreadful, and I won"t listen: but I can"t help thinking of it sometimes; for they _are_ very kind to me, and I"m not vain enough to think it is my beauty. I suppose I am foolish, but I do like to feel that I am something beside an heiress."
The little quiver was in Rose"s voice again as she ended; and Dr. Alec gave a quick sigh as he looked at the downcast face so full of the perplexity ingenuous spirits feel when doubt first mars their faith, and dims the innocent beliefs still left from childhood. He had been expecting this, and knew that what the girl just began to perceive and try modestly to tell, had long ago been plain to worldlier eyes. The heiress _was_ the attraction to most of the young men whom she met.
Good fellows enough, but educated, as nearly all are now-a-days, to believe that girls with beauty or money are brought to market to sell or buy as the case may be.
Rose could purchase any thing she liked, as she combined both advantages; and was soon surrounded by many admirers, each striving to secure the prize. Not being trained to believe that the only end and aim of a woman"s life was a good match, she was a little disturbed, when the first pleasing excitement was over, to discover that her fortune was her chief attraction.
It was impossible for her to help seeing, hearing, guessing this from a significant glance, a stray word, a slight hint here and there; and the quick instinct of a woman felt even before it understood the self-interest which chilled for her so many opening friendships. In her eyes love was a very sacred thing, hardly to be thought of till it came, reverently received, and cherished faithfully to the end.
Therefore, it is not strange that she shrunk from hearing it flippantly discussed, and marriage treated as a bargain to be haggled over, with little thought of its high duties, great responsibilities, and tender joys. Many things perplexed her, and sometimes a doubt of all that till now she had believed and trusted made her feel as if at sea without a compa.s.s; for the new world was so unlike the one she had been living in that it bewildered while it charmed the novice.