The sun was high in the sky and Georgia was in New York. She knew where to go; in her former visit she had chanced to relieve the wants of a poor widow living in an obscure tenement-house somewhere near the East River, and here, despairing of finding her way through the labyrinth of streets alone, she gave the cabman directions to drive. Strangely calm she was now, but oh, the settled night of anguish in those large, wild, black eyes!
The poor are mostly grateful, and warm and heartfelt was Georgia"s welcome to that humble roof. Questions were asked, but none answered; all Georgia said she wanted was a private room there for two or three days.
Alone at last, she sat down to think. There was no time to brood over the past--her life-work was to be accomplished now. What next? was the question that arose before her, the question that must be promptly answered. How was she to live in this wilderness of human beings?
She leaned her head on her hands, forcibly wrenched her thoughts from the past and fixed them on the present. How was she to earn a livelihood? The plain, practical, homely question roused all her sleeping energies, and did her good.
The stage! She thought of that first with an electric bound of the pulse; she knew, she was certain she could win a name and fame there; but could she, who had become the wife of Richmond Wildair, become an actress? She knew his fastidious pride on this point; she knew the fact of her having been an actress in her childhood had never ceased to gall him more than anything else.
Georgia Darrell would have stepped on the boards and won the highest laurels the profession could bestow, but Georgia Wildair had another to think of beside herself. Much as she longed for that exciting life--that life for which nature had so well qualified her, physically and mentally, for which she had so strong a desire--she put the thought aside and gave it up.
Though she had wrenched asunder the chains that bound her to him, she still carried a clanking fragment with her, and, no longer a free agent, she must think of something else. Another reason there was why that profession could not be hers--she did not wish to be known or discovered by any she had ever known before; her desire was to be as dead to Richmond Wildair as if she had never existed--to leave him free, unfettered as he had been before this fatal marriage. And, to make the more sure of this, she had resolved to drop his name and a.s.sume another.
She would take her mother"s name of Randall; it was her own name, too--Georgia Randall Darrell.
But what was she to do? Females before now had won fame as artists, and Georgia had genius and an artist"s soul. But she would have to wait and live on this poor widow"s bounty meantime, and that was too abhorrent to her nature to be for a moment thought of. Nothing remained but to become a teacher or governess, and even in this she was doubtful if she could succeed. She knew little or nothing of music, and that seemed absolutely essential in a governess, but still she would try. If that failed, something else must be tried.
Drawing pen and ink toward her, she sat down and indited the following:
WANTED--A situation as governess in a respectable private family, by one capable of teaching French, German, and Latin, and all the branches of English education. Address G. R., etc.
Next morning, among hundreds of other "wants," this appeared in the _Herald_, and nothing now remained for Georgia but to wait. The excitement of her flight, the necessity of immediate action, and now the fever of suspense, kept her mind from dwelling too much on the past. Had it been otherwise, with her impa.s.sioned nature, she might have sunk into an agony of despair, or raved in the delirium of brain-fever. As it was, she remained stunned into a sort of calm--white, cold, pa.s.sionless; but, oh! with such a settled night of utter sorrow in the great melancholy dark eyes.
Fortunately for her, she was not doomed to remain long in suspense. On the third day a note was brought to her in a gentleman"s hand, and tearing it eagerly open, she read:
"ASTOR HOUSE, Jan. 12, 18--.
"MADAM: Seeing your advertis.e.m.e.nt in the _Herald_, and being in want of a governess, if not already engaged, you would do well to favor me with a call at your earliest leisure. I will leave the city in two days. Yours, "JOHN LEONARD."
As she finished reading this, Georgia started to her feet, hastily donned her hat and cloak, with her thick vail closely over her face, and taking one of the widow"s little boys with her, as guide, set out for the hotel.
Upon reaching it she inquired for Mr. Leonard. A servant went for him, and in a few minutes returned with a benevolent-looking old gentleman, with white hair and a kind, friendly face.
"You wished to see me, madam," he said, bowing, and looking inquiringly at the Juno-like form dressed in black.
"Yes, sir; I am the governess," said Georgia, her heart throbbing so violently that she turned giddy.
"Oh, indeed!" said the old gentleman, kindly; "perhaps we had better step up to my room, then; this is no place to settle business."
Georgia followed him up two or three flights of stairs, to an elegantly furnished apartment. Handing her a chair, he seated himself, and glanced somewhat curiously at her.
"You received my answer to your advertis.e.m.e.nt?" he said.
"Yes, sir," said Georgia, in a stifled voice.
"May I ask your name madam?" said Mr. Leonard, whose curiosity seemed piqued.
Georgia threw back her heavy vail, and the old gentleman gave a start of surprise at sight of the white, cold, beautiful face, and dark, sorrowful eyes.
"My name is Randall--Miss Randall," replied Georgia, while a faint red, that faded as quickly as it came, tinged her cheek at the deception.
Mr. Leonard bowed.
"I suppose you have credentials--your certificates from those with whom you have formerly lived?" said Mr. Leonard, hesitatingly, for he felt embarra.s.sed to address this queenly looking girl, on whose marble-like face the awe-inspiring shadow of some mighty grief lay, as he would a common governess.
Georgia"s eyes dropped, and again that slight tinge of color flashed across her face, and again faded away.
"No, sir; I have not. I never was a governess before; sudden reverses--adversity--"
She broke down, put her trembling hand before her face, and averted her head.
Mr. Leonard was an impulsive, kind-hearted old gentleman, and the sight of settled anguish in that pale young face went right home to his heart, and touched him exceedingly.
"Yes, yes, to be sure, poor child! I understand it all. There, don"t cry--don"t, now. You know there is nothing but ups and downs in this world, and reverses must be expected. I like you, I like your looks, and I rather guess I"ll engage you _without_ credentials. There, don"t be cast down, my dear; don"t, now. You really make me feel bad to see you in trouble."
Georgia lifted her head and tried to smile, but it was so faint and sad, so like a cold gleam of moonlight on snow, that it touched that soft heart of his more and more.
"Poor thing! poor thing! poor little thing!" he said, winking very rapidly with both eyes behind his spectacles; "seen a great deal of trouble, I expect, in her time, must have, to give her that look. I"ll engage her; upon my life I will!"
"There may be one objection, sir," said Georgia, sadly. "I can"t teach music."
"You can"t--hum!" said Mr. Leonard, musingly. "Well, that doesn"t make much odds, I guess. My daughters have a music-master now, and he can teach little Jennie, I reckon, too. Your pupils are two boys and a girl, none over thirteen; and as you teach French, and Latin, and grammar, and English, and all the other things necessary, music does not make much difference. And as for salary--well, I"ll attend to that at the end of the quarter, and I think you will be satisfied. When can you come?"
"Now, if necessary, sir--any time you like."
"Well, to-morrow morning I start. I live forty miles out of New York, and if you will give me your address, I will call for you in the carriage."
"I thank you, sir, but it is too far out of your way. I will come up here," said Georgia, who did not wish to bring him to the mean habitation where she stopped. "I suppose that is all," she said, rising.
"All, at present, Miss Randall," said Mr. Leonard, rising, and looking at her in surprise as she started at the unusual name. "To-morrow at ten o" clock, I leave. Good-morning."
He shook hands cordially with her at parting, and then Georgia hurried out, feeling that one faint gleam of sunshine had arisen in her darkened life. In the desolate years of the weary life before her she would at least be a burden to no one, and for a few moments she felt as if an intolerable load had been lifted off her heart. But when she was alone again in her chamber and the reaction past, the awful sense of her desolation came sweeping over her. In all the wide world she had not one friend left. Sun, and moon, and stars all had faded from her sky, and night--dark, woeful night--had closed, and a night for which there was no morning. And, oh, worst of all, she felt it was her own fault, her own stormy, unbridled pa.s.sions had done it all; and with a great cry, wrung from her tortured heart, she sank down quivering and white in the dusky gloom of that wild winter evening. There was no light in Georgia"s despair; in happier days she had never prayed, and in the hour of her earthly anguish she _could not_. In this world she could look forward to nothing but a wretched, despairing life, and to her the next was a dull, dead blank. One name was in her heart, one name on her lips, one whom she had made her G.o.d, her earthly idol, and now he, too, was forever lost.
When the widow came in to awaken her the next morning, she was startled by the sight of the tall, dark form, wrapped in a shawl, sitting by the window, her forehead pressed to the cold pane, her face whiter than the snow-wreaths without. She had not laid her head on a pillow the livelong night.
The cold, pale sunshine of the short January day was fading out of the sky, when a sleigh, well supplied with buffalo robes and the merry music of jingling bells, came flying up toward a large, handsome country villa, through the crimson curtained windows of which the ruddy light of many a glowing coal fire shone. As it stopped before the door, a group from within came running out, and stood on the veranda, in eager expectation and pleasing bustle.
An old gentleman with white hair and a benevolent smile, answering to the cognomen of Mr. Leonard, got out and a.s.sisted a lady, tall and elegant, dressed in black, and closely vailed, to alight. Then, giving a few hasty directions to a servant who was leading off the horses, he gave the lady his arm and led her up to the house.
And upon reaching the veranda he was instantly surrounded, and an incredible amount of kissing, and questioning, and laughing, and talking was done in an instant, and the old gentleman was whisked off and borne into a large, handsomely furnished parlor, where the brightest of fires was blazing in the brightest of grates, and pushed into a rocking-chair and whirled up before the fire in a twinkling.
"Lord bless _my_ soul!" said the old gentleman, breathlessly, and laying a strong emphasis on the p.r.o.noun; "what a lot of whirlwinds you are, girls! Where"s Miss Randall, eh? Where"s Miss Randall?"
"Here, sir," answered Georgia, as she entered the room.
"And pretty near frozen, I"ll be bound! I know _I_ am. Mrs. Leonard, my dear, this young lady is the governess--Miss Randall."
Georgia bowed to a little fat woman with restless, hazel eyes.