Rose was not listening to those words, but to others which Aunt Clara had lately uttered; laughed at then, but thought over more than once since.
"I"m tired of hearing people wonder why Miss Campbell does not dress more. Simplicity is all very well for school-girls and women who can"t afford any thing better, but _you_ can, and you really ought. Your things are pretty enough in their way, and I rather like you to have a style of your own; but it looks odd, and people will think you are mean if you don"t make more show. Besides, you don"t do justice to your beauty, which would be both peculiar and striking, if you"d devote your mind to getting up ravishing costumes."
Much more to the same effect did her aunt say, discussing the subject quite artistically, and unconsciously appealing to several of Rose"s ruling pa.s.sions. One was a love for the delicate fabrics, colors, and ornaments which refined tastes enjoy, and whose costliness keeps them from ever growing common; another, her strong desire to please the eyes of those she cared for, and gratify their wishes in the smallest matter if she could. And last, but not least, the natural desire of a young and pretty woman to enhance the beauty which she so soon discovers to be her most potent charm for the other s.e.x, her pa.s.sport to a high place among her maiden peers.
She had thought seriously of surprising and delighting every one, by appearing in a costume which should do justice to the loveliness which was so modest that it was apt to forget itself in admiring others,--what girls call a "ravishing" dress, such as she could imagine and easily procure by the magic of the Fortunatus" purse in her pocket. She had planned it all; the shimmer of pale silk through lace like woven frost-work, ornaments of some cla.s.sic pattern, and all the dainty accessaries as perfect as time, taste, and money could make them.
She knew that Uncle Alec"s healthful training had given her a figure that could venture on any fashion, and Nature blessed her with a complexion that defied all hues. So it was little wonder that she felt a strong desire to use these gifts, not for the pleasure of display, but to seem fair in the eyes that seldom looked at her without a tender sort of admiration, all the more winning when no words marred the involuntary homage women love.
These thoughts were busy in Rose"s mind, as she sat looking at the lovely silk, and wondering what Charlie would say if she should some night burst upon him in a pale, rosy cloud, like the Aurora to whom he often likened her. She knew it would please him very much, and she longed to do all she honestly could to gratify the poor fellow; for her tender heart already felt some remorseful pangs, remembering how severe she had been the night before. She could not revoke her words, because she meant them every one; but she might be kind, and show that she did not wholly shut him out from her regard, by asking him to go with her to Kitty"s ball, and gratify his artistic taste by a lovely costume. A very girlish but kindly plan; for that ball was to be the last of her frivolities, so she wanted it to be a pleasant one, and felt that "being friends" with Charlie would add much to her enjoyment. This idea made her fingers tighten on the gleaming fabric so temptingly upheld, and she was about to take it when, "If ye please, sir, would ye kindly tell me where I"d be finding the flannel place?" said a voice behind her; and, glancing up, she saw a meek little Irish-woman looking quite lost and out of place among the luxuries around her.
"Downstairs, turn to the left," was the clerk"s hasty reply, with a vague wave of the hand which left the inquirer more in the dark than ever.
Rose saw the woman"s perplexity, and said kindly, "I"ll show you: this way."
"I"m ashamed to be throublin" ye, miss; but it"s strange I am in it, and wouldn"t be comin" here at all, at all, barrin" they tould me I"d get the bit I"m wantin" chaper in this big shop than the little ones more becomin" the like o" me," explained the little woman humbly.
Rose looked again, as she led the way through a well-dressed crowd of busy shoppers: and something in the anxious, tired face under the old woollen hood; the bare, purple hands, holding fast a meagre wallet and a faded sc.r.a.p of the dotted flannel little children"s frocks are so often made of,--touched the generous heart, that never could see want without an impulse to relieve it. She had meant only to point the way; but, following a new impulse, she went on, listening to the poor soul"s motherly prattle about "me baby," and the "throuble" it was to "find clothes for the growin" childer, when me man is out av work, and the bit and sup inconvaynient these hard times," as they descended to that darksome lower world, where necessities take refuge when luxuries crowd them out from the gayer place above.
The presence of a lady made Mrs. Sullivan"s shopping very easy now; and her one poor "bit" of flannel grew miraculously into yards of several colors, since the shabby purse was no lighter when she went away, wiping her eyes on the corner of a big, brown bundle. A very little thing, and no one saw it but a wooden-faced clerk, who never told; yet it did Rose good, and sent her up into the light again with a sober face, thinking self-reproachfully,--
"What right have I to more gay gowns, when some poor babies have none; or to spend time making myself fine, while there is so much bitter want in the world?"
Nevertheless the pretty things were just as tempting as ever, and she yearned for the opal silk with a renewed yearning when she got back. I am not sure that it would not have been bought in spite of her better self, if a good angel in the likeness of a stout lady with silvery curls about the benevolent face, enshrined in a plain bonnet, had not accosted her as she joined Kitty, still brooding over the wedding gowns.
"I waited a moment for you, my dear, because I"m in haste, and very glad to save myself a journey or a note," began the newcomer in a low tone, as Rose shook hands with the most affectionate respect. "You know the great box factory was burned a day or two ago, and over a hundred girls thrown out of work. Some were hurt and are in the hospital, many have no homes to go to, and nearly all need temporary help of some sort. We"ve had so many calls this winter I hardly know which way to turn; for the want is pressing, and I"ve had my finger in so many purses I"m almost ashamed to ask again. Any little contribution--ah, thank you; I was sure you wouldn"t fail me, my good child," and Mrs. Gardener warmly pressed the hand that went so quickly into the little portemonnaie, and came out so generously filled.
"Let me know how else I can help, and thank you very much for allowing me to have a share in your good works," said Rose, forgetting all about gay gowns, as she watched the black bonnet go briskly away, with an approving smile on the fine old face inside it.
"You extravagant thing! how could you give so much?" whispered Kitty, whose curious eye had seen three figures on the single bill which had so rapidly changed hands.
"I believe if Mrs. Gardener asked me for my head I should give it to her," answered Rose lightly; then turning to the silks she asked, "Which have you decided upon; the yellow white or the blue, the corded or the striped?"
"I"ve decided nothing, except that _you_ are to have the pink, and wear it at my--ahem! ball," said Kitty, who _had_ made up her mind, but could not give her orders till mamma had been consulted.
"No, I can"t afford it just yet. I never overstep my allowance, and I shall have to if I get any more finery. Come, we ought not to waste time here, if you have all the patterns you want," and Rose walked quickly away, glad that it was out of her power to break through two resolutions which hitherto had been faithfully kept,--one to dress simply for example"s sake, the other not to be extravagant for charity"s sake.
As Rosamond had her day of misfortunes, so this seemed to be one of small temptations to Rose. After she had set Kitty down at home and been to see her new houses, she drove about doing various errands for the aunts; and, while waiting in the carriage for the execution of an order, young Pemberton came by.
As Steve said, this gentleman had been "hard hit," and still hovered moth-like about the forbidden light. Being the most eligible _parti_ of the season, his regard was considered a distinction to be proud of; and Rose had been well scolded by Aunt Clara for refusing so honorable a mate. The girl liked him; and he was the suitor of whom she had spoken so respectfully to Dr. Alec, because he had no need of the heiress, and had sincerely loved the woman. He had been away, and she hoped had got over his disappointment as happily as the rest; but now when he saw her, and came hurrying up so hungry for a word, she felt that he had not forgotten, and was too kind to chill him with the bow which plainly says, "Don"t stop."
A personable youth was Pemberton, and had brought with him from the wilds of Canada a sable-lined overcoat, which was the envy of every masculine and the admiration of every feminine friend he had; and, as he stood at her carriage window, Rose knew that this luxurious garment and its stalwart wearer were objects of interest to the pa.s.sers-by. It chanced that the tide of shoppers flowed in that direction; and, as she chatted, familiar faces often pa.s.sed with glances, smiles, and nods of varying curiosity, significance, and wonder.
She could not help feeling a certain satisfaction in giving him a moment"s pleasure, since she could do no more; but it was not that amiable desire alone which made her ignore the neat white parcels which the druggist"s boy deposited on the front seat, and kept her lingering a little longer to enjoy one of the small triumphs which girls often risk more than a cold in the head to display. The sight of several snow-flakes on the broad shoulders which partially obstructed her view, as well as the rapidly increasing animation of Pemberton"s chat, reminded her that it was high time to go.
"I mustn"t keep you: it is beginning to storm," she said, taking up her m.u.f.f, much to old Jacob"s satisfaction; for small talk is not exciting to a hungry man whose nose feels like an icicle.
"Is it? I thought the sun was shining." And the absorbed gentleman turned to the outer world with visible reluctance, for it looked very warm and cosey in the red-lined carriage.
"Wise people say we must carry our sunshine with us," answered Rose, taking refuge in commonplaces; for the face at the window grew pensive suddenly, as he answered, with a longing look,--
"I wish I could:" then, smiling gratefully, he added, "Thank you for giving me a little of yours."
"You are very welcome." And Rose offered him her hand, while her eyes mutely asked pardon for withholding her leave to keep it.
He pressed it silently, and, shouldering the umbrella which he forgot to open, turned away, with an "up-again-and-take-another" expression, which caused the soft eyes to follow him admiringly.
"I ought not to have kept him a minute longer than I could help: for it wasn"t all pity; it was my foolish wish to show off and do as I liked for a minute, to pay for being good about the gown. Oh me! how weak and silly I am in spite of all my trying!" And Miss Campbell fell into a remorseful reverie, which lasted till she got home.
"Now, young man, what brought you out in this driving storm?" asked Rose, as Jamie came stamping in that same afternoon.
"Mamma sent you a new book,--thought you"d like it: _I_ don"t mind your old storms!" replied the boy, wrestling his way out of his coat, and presenting a face as round and red and shiny as a well-polished Baldwin apple.
"Much obliged: it is just the day to enjoy it, and I was longing for something nice to read," said Rose, as Jamie sat down upon the lower stair for a protracted struggle with his rubber boots.
"Here you are, then--no--yes--I do believe I"ve forgotten it, after all!" cried Jamie, slapping his pockets one after the other, with a dismayed expression of countenance.
"Never mind: I"ll hunt up something else. Let me help with those: your hands are so cold." And Rose, good-naturedly gave a tug at the boots, while Jamie clutched the banisters; murmuring somewhat incoherently, as his legs flew up and down,--
"I"ll go back if you want me to. I"m so sorry! It"s very good of you, I"m sure. Getting these horrid things on made me forget. Mother would make me wear "em, though I told her they"d stick like--like gumdrops,"
he added, inspired by recollections of certain dire disappointments when the above-mentioned sweetmeat melted in his pockets, and refused to come out.
"Now what shall we do?" asked Rose, when he was finally extricated.
"Since I"ve nothing to read, I may as well play."
"I"ll teach you to pitch and toss. You catch very well for a girl, but you can"t throw worth a cent," replied Jamie, gambading down the hall in his slippers, and producing a ball from some of the mysterious receptacles in which boys have the art of storing rubbish enough to fill a peck measure.
Of course Rose agreed, and cheerfully risked getting her eyes blackened and her fingers bruised, till her young preceptor gratefully observed that "it was no fun playing where you had to look out for windows and jars and things; so I"d like that jolly book about Captain Nemo and the "Nautilus," please."
Being gratified, he spread himself upon the couch, crossed his legs in the air, and without another word dived "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea," where he remained for two mortal hours, to the general satisfaction of his relatives.
Bereft both of her unexpected playfellow and the much-desired book, Rose went into the parlor, there to discover a French novel, which Kitty had taken from a library and left in the carriage among the bundles. Settling herself in her favorite lounging-chair, she read as diligently as Jamie, while the wind howled and snow fell fast without.
For an hour, nothing disturbed the cosey quiet of the house; for Aunt Plenty was napping upstairs, and Dr. Alec writing in his own sanctum; at least, Rose thought so, till his step made her hastily drop the book, and look up with very much the expression she used to wear when caught in mischief years ago.
"Did I startle you? Have a screen: you are burning your face before this hot fire." And Dr. Alec pulled one forward.
"Thank you, uncle; I didn"t feel it." And the color seemed to deepen in spite of the screen, while the uneasy eyes fell upon the book in her lap.
"Have you got the "Quarterly" there? I want to glance at an article in it, if you can spare it for a moment," he said, leaning toward her with an inquiring glance.
"No, sir: I am reading--" And, without mentioning the name, Rose put the book into his hand.
The instant his eye fell on the t.i.tle, he understood the look she wore, and knew what "mischief" she had been in. He knit his brows: then smiled, because it was impossible to help it; Rose looked so conscience-stricken in spite of her twenty years.
"How do you find it?--interesting?"
"Oh, very! I felt as if I was in another world, and forgot all about this."