"I trust more in you, Helen, than in any other human being. Keep my name constantly in her thought; write me everything which you would tell me if I were here."
It had become necessary now to tell the sad story of the result of Annie"s illness to all those friends who would be likely to speak to her of her marriage. The whole town knew what shadow rested on our hearts; and yet, as week after week went by, and the gay, sweet, winning, beautiful girl moved about among people again in her old way, people began to say more and more that it was, after all, very foolish for Annie Ware"s friends to be so distressed about her; stranger things had happened; she was evidently a perfectly well woman; and as for the marriage, they had never liked the match--George Ware was too old and too grave for her; and, besides, he was her second cousin.
Oh, the torture of the "ante-mortems" of beloved ones, at which we are all forced to a.s.sist!
Yet it could not be wondered at, that in this case the whole heart of the community was alive with interest and speculation.
Annie Ware"s sweet face had been known and loved in every house in our village. Her father was the richest, most influential man in the county, and the most benevolent. Many a man and woman had kissed Henry Ware"s baby in her little wagon, for the sake of Henry Ware"s good deeds to them or theirs. And while Mrs. Ware had always repelled persons by her haughty reticence, Annie, from the first day she could speak until now, had won all hearts by her sunny, open, sympathizing nature. No wonder that now, when they saw her again fresh, glad, beautiful, and looking stronger and in better health than she had ever done, they said that we were wrong, that Annie and Nature were right, and that all would be well!
This spring there came to our town a family of wealth and position who had for many years lived in Europe, and who had now returned to make America their home. They had taken a furnished house for a year, to make trial of our air, and also, perhaps, of the society, although rumor, with the usual jealousy, said that the Neals did not desire any intimacy with their neighbors. The grounds of the house which they had hired joined my uncle"s, and my Aunt Ann, usually averse to making new acquaintances, had called upon them at once, and had welcomed them most warmly to her house.
The family consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Neal and two sons, Arthur and Edward.
They were people of culture, and of wide experience; but they were not of fine organization nor of the highest breeding; and it will ever remain a mystery to me that there should have seemed to be, from the outset, an especial bond of intimacy between them and my uncle and aunt. I think it was partly the sense of relief with which they welcomed a new interest--a little break in the monotony of anxiety which had been for so many months corroding their very lives.
Almost before I knew that the Neals were accepted as familiar friends, I was startled one morning, while we were at breakfast, by the appearance of Annie on her pony, looking in at our dining-room window. She had a pretty way of riding up noiselessly on the green gra.s.s, and making her pony, which was tame as a Newfoundland dog, mount the stone steps, and tap with his nose on the panes of the long gla.s.s door till we opened it.
I never saw her so angelically beautiful as she was this morning. Her cheeks were flushed and her dark blue eyes sparkled like gems in the sun.
Presently she said, hesitating a little,--
"Edward Neal is at the gate; may I bring him in? I told him he might come, but he said it was too like burglary;" and she cantered off again without waiting to hear my mother"s permission.
All that morning Annie Ware and Edward Neal sat with me on our piazza. I looked and listened and watched like one in a dream, or under a spell. I foresaw, I foreknew what was to come; with the subtle insight of love, I saw all.
Never had I seen Annie so stirred into joyousness by George"s presence as she seemed to be by this boy"s. The two together overflowed in a sparkling current of gayety, which was irresistible. They seemed two divine children sent out on a mission to set the world at play. What Edward Neal"s more sensuous and material nature lacked, was supplied by the finer, subtler quality of Annie"s. From that first day I could never disguise from myself that they seemed, so far as mere physical life goes, the absolute counterparts of each other.
I need not dwell on this part of my story. When young hearts are drawing together, summer days speed on very swiftly. George Ware, alas! was kept at the West week after week, until it came to be month after month. My uncle and aunt seemed deliberately to shut their eyes to the drift of events. I think they were so thankful to watch Annie"s bounding health and happiness, to hear glad voices and merry laughs echoing all day in their house, that they could not allow themselves to ask whether a new kernel of bitterness, of danger, lay at the core of all this fair seeming. As for the children, they did not know that they were loving each other as man and woman. Edward Neal was only twenty-one, Annie but nineteen, and both were singularly young and innocent of soul.
And so it came to be once more the early autumn; the maple leaves were beginning to be red, and my chrysanthemums had again set their tiny round disks of buds. Edward, and Annie had said no word of love to each other, but the whole town looked on them as lovers, and people began to reply impatiently and incredulously to our a.s.surances that no engagement existed.
Early in October George came home, very unexpectedly, taking even his mother by surprise. He told me afterwards that he came at last as one warned of G.o.d. A presentiment of evil, against which he had struggled for weeks, finally so overwhelmed him that he set off for home without half an hour"s delay. I found him, on the night after his arrival, sitting in his old place in the big arm-chair at the head of Annie"s lounge; she still clung to some of her old invalid ways, and spent many evenings curled up like a half-shut pink rose on the green damask cushions. He looked worn and thin, but glad and eager, and was giving a lively account of his Western experiences when the library door opened, and coming in unannounced, with the freedom of one at home, Edward Neal entered.
"O Edward, here is Cousin George," exclaimed Annie, while a wave of rosy color spread over her face, and half rising, she took George"s hand in hers as she leaned towards Edward.
"Oh, I"m so glad to see you, Mr. Ware," said Edward, with that indefinable tone of gentle respect which marks a very young man"s recognition of one much older, whom he has been led to admire. "Annie has been talking to me about you all summer. I feel as if I knew you almost as well as she does.
I"m heartily glad to see you."
A man of finer grain than Edward Neal would have known the whole truth in that first second, by the blank stern look which spread like a cloud over George Ware"s face; but the open-hearted fellow only thought that he had perhaps seemed too familiar and went on,--
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Ware. It must appear strange to you that I took the liberty of being so glad; but you don"t know how kindly I have been allowed to feel that your friends here would permit me to call all their friends mine," and he glanced lovingly and confidently at my aunt and uncle, who answered by such smiles as they rarely gave. Oh, no wonder they loved this genial, frank sunny boy, who had brought such light into their life.
In a moment George was his courteous self again, and began to express his pleasure at meeting Mr. Neal, but Annie interrupted him.
"Oh, now don"t be tiresome; of course you are to be just as good friends with Edward as you are with me: sit down, Edward. He is telling us the most delicious stories. He is the dearest Cousin George in the world," she added, stroking his hand which she still kept in hers.
It gave Edward no more surprise to see her do this than it would have done to see her sit in her father"s lap. Even I felt with a sudden pang that George Ware seemed at that moment to belong to another generation than Edward and Annie.
Edward seated himself on a low cricket at the foot of the lounge, and, looking up in George"s face, said most winningly,--
"Please go on, Mr. Ware." Then he turned one full, sweet look of greeting and welcome upon Annie, who beamed back upon him with such a diffused smile as only the rarest faces have. Annie"s smile was one of her greatest charms. It changed her whole face; the lips made but a small part of it; no mortal ever saw it without smiling in answer.
It was beyond George Ware"s power long to endure this. Probably his instinct felt in both Edward"s atmosphere and Annie"s more than we did. He rose very soon and said to me, "If you are going home to-night, Helen, will you let me walk up with you? I have business in that part of the town; but I must go now. Perhaps that will hurry you too much?" he added, with a tone which was almost imploring.
I was only too glad to go. Our leave-taking was very short. A shade of indefinable trouble clouded every face but Edward"s and Annie"s.
George did not speak until we had left the house. Then he stopped short, took both my hands in his, with a grasp that both hurt and frightened me, and exclaimed,--
"How dared you keep this from me! How dared you!"
"O George," I said, "there was nothing to tell."
"Nothing to tell!" and his voice grew hoa.r.s.e and loud. "Nothing to tell!
Do you mean to say that you don"t know, have not known that Annie loves that boy, that puppy?"
I trembled from head to foot. I could not speak. He went on:--
"And I trusted you so; O Helen, I can never forgive you."
I murmured, miserably, for I felt myself in that moment really guilty,--
"What makes you think she loves him?"
"You cannot deceive me, Helen," he replied. "Do not torture me and yourself by trying. Tell me now, how long this "Edward" has been sitting by her lounge. Tell me all."
Then I told him all. It was not much. He had seen more that evening, and so had I, than had ever existed before. His presence had been the one element which had suddenly defined that which before had been hardly recognized.
He was very quiet after the first moment of bitterness, and asked me to forgive his impatient words. When he left me he said,--
"I cannot see clearly what I ought to do. Annie"s happiness is my only aim. If this boy can create it, and I cannot--but he cannot: she was as utterly mine as it is possible for a woman to be. You none of you knew how utterly! Oh, my G.o.d, what shall I do!" and he walked away feebly and slowly like an old man of seventy.
The next day Aunt Ann sent for me to come to her. I found her in great distress. George had returned to the house after leaving me, and had had almost a stormy interview with my uncle. He insisted upon asking Annie at once to be his wife; making no reference to the past, but appearing at once as her suitor. My uncle could not forbid it, for he recognized George"s right, and he sympathized in his suffering. But his terror was insupportable at the thought of having Annie agitated, and of the possible results which might follow. He implored George to wait at least a few weeks.
"What! and see that young lover at my wife"s feet every night!" said George, fiercely. "No! I will risk all, lose all, if need be. I have been held back long enough," and he had gone directly from my uncle"s room to Annie herself.
In a short time Annie had come to her mother in a perfect pa.s.sion of weeping, and told her that Cousin George had asked her to be his wife; and that she had never dreamed of such a thing; and she thought he was very unkind to be so angry with her; how could she have supposed he cared for her in that way, when he had been like her elder brother all his life.
"Why, he seems almost as old as papa," said poor Annie, sobbing and crying, "and he ought to have known that I should not kiss him and put my arms around him if--if"--she could not explain; but she knew!
Annie had gone to her own room, ill. My aunt and I sat together in the library silently crying; we were wretched. "Oh, if George would only have waited," said Aunt Ann.
"I think it would have made no difference, aunty," said I.
"No, I am afraid not," replied she, and each knew that the other was thinking of Edward Neal.
George Ware left town the next day. He sent me a short note. He could not see any one, he said, and begged me to give a farewell kiss for him to "the sweet mother of my Annie. For mine she is, and will be in heaven, though she will be the wife of Edward Neal on earth."
When I next saw our Annie she was Edward Neal"s promised bride. A severe fit of illness, the result of all these excitements, confined me to my room for three weeks after George"s departure; and I knew only from Aunt Ann"s lips the events which had followed upon it.
George Ware"s presence on that first evening had brought revelation to Edward Neal as well as to all the other members of that circle. That very night he had told his parents that Annie would be his wife.