Now the chief treasure of his heart had always been his little sister Mara, chiefly from his conviction that he was the one absorbing thought and love of her heart. He had never figured life to himself otherwise than with Mara at his side, his unquestioning, devoted friend. Of course he and his plans, his ways and wants, would always be in the future, as they always had been, her sole thought. These sleeping partnerships in the interchange of affection, which support one"s heart with a basis of uncounted wealth, and leave one free to come and go, and buy and sell, without exaction or interference, are a convenience certainly, and the loss of them in any way is like the sudden breaking of a bank in which all one"s deposits are laid.
It had never occurred to Moses how or in what capacity he should always stand banker to the whole wealth of love that there was in Mara"s heart, and what provision he should make on his part for returning this incalculable debt. But the interview of this evening had raised a new thought in his mind. Mara, as he saw that day, was no longer a little girl in a pink sun-bonnet. She was a woman,--a little one, it is true, but every inch a woman,--and a woman invested with a singular poetic charm of appearance, which, more than beauty, has the power of awakening feeling in the other s.e.x.
He felt in himself, in the experience of that one day, that there was something subtle and veiled about her, which set the imagination at work; that the wistful, plaintive expression of her dark eyes, and a thousand little shy and tremulous movements of her face, affected him more than the most brilliant of Sally Kittridge"s sprightly sallies.
Yes, there would be people falling in love with her fast enough, he thought even here, where she is as secluded as a pearl in an oyster-sh.e.l.l,--it seems means were found to come after her,--and then all the love of her heart, that priceless love, would go to another.
Mara would be absorbed in some one else, would love some one else, as he knew she could, with heart and soul and mind and strength. When he thought of this, it affected him much as it would if one were turned out of a warm, smiling apartment into a bleak December storm. What should he do, if that treasure which he had taken most for granted in all his valuations of life should suddenly be found to belong to another? Who was this fellow that seemed so free to visit her, and what had pa.s.sed between them? Was Mara in love with him, or going to be? There is no saying how the consideration of this question enhanced in our hero"s opinion both her beauty and all her other good qualities.
Such a brave little heart! such a good, clear little head! and such a pretty hand and foot! She was always so cheerful, so unselfish, so devoted! When had he ever seen her angry, except when she had taken up some childish quarrel of his, and fought for him like a little Spartan?
Then she was pious, too. She was born religious, thought our hero, who, in common with many men professing skepticism for their own particular part, set a great value on religion in that unknown future person whom they are fond of designating in advance as "my wife." Yes, Moses meant his wife should be pious, and pray for him, while he did as he pleased.
"Now there"s that witch of a Sally Kittridge," he said to himself; "I wouldn"t have such a girl for a wife. Nothing to her but foam and frisk,--no heart more than a bobolink! But isn"t she amusing? By George!
isn"t she, though?"
"But," thought Moses, "it"s time I settled this matter who is to be my wife. I won"t marry till I"m rich,--that"s flat. My wife isn"t to rub and grub. So at it I must go to raise the wind. I wonder if old Sewell really does know anything about my parents. Miss Emily would have it that there was some mystery that he had the key of; but I never could get any thing from him. He always put me off in such a smooth way that I couldn"t tell whether he did or he didn"t. But, now, supposing I have relatives, family connections, then who knows but what there may be property coming to me? That"s an idea worth looking after, surely."
There"s no saying with what vividness ideas and images go through one"s wakeful brain when the midnight moon is making an exact shadow of your window-sash, with panes of light, on your chamber-floor. How vividly we all have loved and hated and planned and hoped and feared and desired and dreamed, as we tossed and turned to and fro upon such watchful, still nights. In the stillness, the tide upon one side of the Island replied to the dash on the other side in unbroken symphony, and Moses began to remember all the stories gossips had told him of how he had floated ash.o.r.e there, like a fragment of tropical seaweed borne landward by a great gale. He positively wondered at himself that he had never thought of it more, and the more he meditated, the more mysterious and inexplicable he felt. Then he had heard Miss Roxy once speaking something about a bracelet, he was sure he had; but afterwards it was hushed up, and no one seemed to know anything about it when he inquired.
But in those days he was a boy,--he was n.o.body,--now he was a young man.
He could go to Mr. Sewell, and demand as his right a fair answer to any questions he might ask. If he found, as was quite likely, that there was nothing to be known, his mind would be thus far settled,--he should trust only to his own resources.
So far as the state of the young man"s finances were concerned, it would be considered in those simple times and regions an auspicious beginning of life. The sum intrusted to him by Captain Kittridge had been more than doubled by the liberality of Zephaniah Pennel, and Moses had traded upon it in foreign parts with a skill and energy that brought a very fair return, and gave him, in the eyes of the shrewd, thrifty neighbors, the prestige of a young man who was marked for success in the world.
He had already formed an advantageous arrangement with his grandfather and Captain Kittridge, by which a ship was to be built, which he should command, and thus the old Sat.u.r.day afternoon dream of their childhood be fulfilled. As he thought of it, there arose in his mind a picture of Mara, with her golden hair and plaintive eyes and little white hands, reigning as a fairy queen in the captain"s cabin, with a sort of wish to carry her off and make sure that no one else ever should get her from him.
But these midnight dreams were all sobered down by the plain matter-of-fact beams of the morning sun, and nothing remained of immediate definite purpose except the resolve, which came strongly upon Moses as he looked across the blue band of Harpswell Bay, that he would go that morning and have a talk with Mr. Sewell.
CHAPTER XXV
MISS EMILY
Miss Roxy Toothache was seated by the window of the little keeping-room where Miss Emily Sewell sat on every-day occasions. Around her were the insignia of her power and sway. Her big tailor"s goose was heating between Miss Emily"s bright bra.s.s fire-irons; her great pin-cushion was by her side, bristling with pins of all sizes, and with broken needles thriftily made into pins by heads of red sealing-wax, and with needles threaded with all varieties of cotton, silk, and linen; her scissors hung martially by her side; her black bombazette work-ap.r.o.n was on; and the expression of her iron features was that of deep responsibility, for she was making the minister a new Sunday vest!
The good soul looks not a day older than when we left her, ten years ago. Like the gray, weather-beaten rocks of her native sh.o.r.e, her strong features had an unchangeable ident.i.ty beyond that of anything fair and blooming. There was of course no chance for a gray streak in her stiff, uncompromising mohair frisette, which still pushed up her cap-border bristlingly as of old, and the clear, high winds and bracing atmosphere of that rough coast kept her in an admirable state of preservation.
Miss Emily had now and then a white hair among her soft, pretty brown ones, and looked a little thinner; but the round, bright spot of bloom on each cheek was there just as of yore,--and just as of yore she was thinking of her brother, and filling her little head with endless calculations to keep him looking fresh and respectable, and his housekeeping comfortable and easy, on very limited means. She was now officiously and anxiously attending on Miss Roxy, who was in the midst of the responsible operation which should conduce greatly to this end.
"Does that twist work well?" she said, nervously; "because I believe I"ve got some other upstairs in my India box."
Miss Roxy surveyed the article; bit a fragment off, as if she meant to taste it; threaded a needle and made a few cabalistical st.i.tches; and then p.r.o.nounced, _ex cathedra_, that it would do. Miss Emily gave a sigh of relief. After b.u.t.tons and tapes and linings, and various other items had been also discussed, the conversation began to flow into general channels.
"Did you know Moses Pennel had got home from Umbagog?" said Miss Roxy.
"Yes. Captain Kittridge told brother so this morning. I wonder he doesn"t call over to see us."
"Your brother took a sight of interest in that boy," said Miss Roxy. "I was saying to Ruey, this morning, that if Moses Pennel ever did turn out well, he ought to have a large share of the credit."
"Brother always did feel a peculiar interest in him; it was such a strange providence that seemed to cast in his lot among us," said Miss Emily.
"As sure as you live, there he is a-coming to the front door," said Miss Roxy.
"Dear me," said Miss Emily, "and here I have on this old faded chintz.
Just so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks n.o.body will come, company is sure to call."
"Law, I"m sure I shouldn"t think of calling him company," said Miss Roxy.
A rap at the door put an end to this conversation, and very soon Miss Emily introduced our hero into the little sitting-room, in the midst of a perfect stream of apologies relating to her old dress and the littered condition of the sitting-room, for Miss Emily held to the doctrine of those who consider any sign of human occupation and existence in a room as being disorder--however reputable and respectable be the cause of it.
"Well, really," she said, after she had seated Moses by the fire, "how time does pa.s.s, to be sure; it don"t seem more than yesterday since you used to come with your Latin books, and now here you are a grown man! I must run and tell Mr. Sewell. He will be so glad to see you."
Mr. Sewell soon appeared from his study in morning-gown and slippers, and seemed heartily responsive to the proposition which Moses soon made to him to have some private conversation with him in his study.
"I declare," said Miss Emily, as soon as the study-door had closed upon her brother and Moses, "what a handsome young man he is! and what a beautiful way he has with him!--so deferential! A great many young men nowadays seem to think nothing of their minister; but he comes to seek advice. Very proper. It isn"t every young man that appreciates the privilege of having elderly friends. I declare, what a beautiful couple he and Mara Lincoln would make! Don"t Providence seem in a peculiar way to have designed them for each other?"
"I hope not," said Miss Roxy, with her grimmest expression.
"You don"t! Why not?"
"I never liked him," said Miss Roxy, who had possessed herself of her great heavy goose, and was now thumping and squeaking it emphatically on the press-board. "She"s a thousand times too good for Moses Pennel,"--thump. "I ne"er had no faith in him,"--thump. "He"s dreffle unstiddy,"--thump. "He"s handsome, but he knows it,"--thump. "He won"t never love n.o.body so much as he does himself,"--thump, _fortissimo con spirito_.
"Well, really now, Miss Roxy, you mustn"t always remember the sins of his youth. Boys must sow their wild oats. He was unsteady for a while, but now everybody says he"s doing well; and as to his knowing he"s handsome, and all that, I don"t see as he does. See how polite and deferential he was to us all, this morning; and he spoke so handsomely to you."
"I don"t want none of his politeness," said Miss Roxy, inexorably; "and as to Mara Lincoln, she might have better than him any day. Miss Badger was a-tellin" Captain Brown, Sunday noon, that she was very much admired in Boston."
"So she was," said Miss Emily, bridling. "I never reveal secrets, or I might tell something,--but there has been a young man,--but I promised not to speak of it, and I sha"n"t."
"If you mean Mr. Adams," said Miss Roxy, "you needn"t worry about keepin" that secret, "cause that ar was all talked over atween meetin"s a-Sunday noon; for Mis" Kittridge she used to know his aunt Jerushy, her that married Solomon Peters, and Mis" Captain Badger she says that he has a very good property, and is a professor in the Old South church in Boston."
"Dear me," said Miss Emily, "how things do get about!"
"People will talk, there ain"t no use trying to help it," said Miss Roxy; "but it"s strongly borne in on my mind that it ain"t Adams, nor "t ain"t Moses Pennel that"s to marry her. I"ve had peculiar exercises of mind about that ar child,--well I have;" and Miss Roxy pulled a large spotted bandanna handkerchief out of her pocket, and blew her nose like a trumpet, and then wiped the withered corners of her eyes, which were humid as some old Orr"s Island rock wet with sea-spray.
Miss Emily had a secret love of romancing. It was one of the recreations of her quiet, monotonous life to build air-castles, which she furnished regardless of expense, and in which she set up at housekeeping her various friends and acquaintances, and she had always been bent on weaving a romance on the history of Mara and Moses Pennel.
The good little body had done her best to second Mr. Sewell"s attempts toward the education of the children. It was little busy Miss Emily who persuaded honest Zephaniah and Mary Pennel that talents such as Mara"s ought to be cultivated, and that ended in sending her to Miss Plucher"s school in Portland. There her artistic faculties were trained into creating funereal monuments out of chenille embroidery, fully equal to Miss Emily"s own; also to painting landscapes, in which the ground and all the trees were one unvarying tint of blue-green; and also to creating flowers of a new and particular construction, which, as Sally Kittridge remarked, were pretty, but did not look like anything in heaven or earth. Mara had obediently and patiently done all these things; and solaced herself with copying flowers and birds and landscapes as near as possible like nature, as a recreation from these more dignified toils.
Miss Emily also had been the means of getting Mara invited to Boston, where she saw some really polished society, and gained as much knowledge of the forms of artificial life as a nature so wholly and strongly individual could obtain. So little Miss Emily regarded Mara as her G.o.dchild, and was intent on finishing her up into a romance in real life, of which a handsome young man, who had been washed ash.o.r.e in a shipwreck, should be the hero.
What would she have said could she have heard the conversation that was pa.s.sing in her brother"s study? Little could she dream that the mystery, about which she had timidly nibbled for years, was now about to be unrolled;--but it was even so. But, upon what she does not see, good reader, you and I, following invisibly on tiptoe, will make our observations.
When Moses was first ushered into Mr. Sewell"s study, and found himself quite alone, with the door shut, his heart beat so that he fancied the good man must hear it. He knew well what he wanted and meant to say, but he found in himself all that shrinking and nervous repugnance which always attends the proposing of any decisive question.
"I thought it proper," he began, "that I should call and express my sense of obligation to you, sir, for all the kindness you showed me when a boy. I"m afraid in those thoughtless days I did not seem to appreciate it so much as I do now."
As Moses said this, the color rose in his cheeks, and his fine eyes grew moist with a sort of subdued feeling that made his face for the moment more than usually beautiful.
Mr. Sewell looked at him with an expression of peculiar interest, which seemed to have something almost of pain in it, and answered with a degree of feeling more than he commonly showed,--