But Rose"s ambition had put on a phase against which circ.u.mstances were too strong, and she was made to feel in her struggle to gain a social footing that her father"s leprosy had tainted her, and her brother"s "ugly, sullen disposition," as it was termed, was a hindrance also. She had an increasing desire to get away among strangers, where she could make her own way on her own merits, and the city of New York seemed to her a great Eldorado, where she might find her true career. Some very showily dressed, knowing-looking girls, that she had met at a picnic, had increased this longing for the city.
Her mother and brother thought her restless, vain, and giddy, but she was as good and honest a girl at heart as breathed, only her vigorous nature chafed at repression, wanted outlets, and could not settle down for life to cook, wash, and sew for a drunken father, a taciturn brother, or even a mother whose companionship was depressing, much as she was loved.
Rose welcomed the request of her brother, as helping Edith would cause a ripple in the current of her dull life, and give her a chance of seeing one of the grand city ladies, without the dimness and vagueness of distance, and she scanned Edith with a stronger curiosity than was bestowed upon herself. The result was rather depressing to poor Rose, for, having studied with her quick nice eye Edith"s exquisite manner and movements, she sighed to herself:
"I"m not such a lady as this girl, and perhaps never can be."
While Edith was very kind and cordial to the Laceys, she felt, and made them feel, that there was a vast social distance between them.
Even practical Edith had not yet realized her poverty, and it would take her some time to doff the manner of the condescending lady.
They accomplished a great deal that afternoon, but it takes much time and labor to make even a small empty house look home-like. Edith had taken the smallest room upstairs, and by evening it was quite in order for her occupation, she meaning to take Zell in with her. Work had progressed in the largest upper room, which she designed for her mother and Laura. Mrs. Lacey and Hannibal were in the kitchen getting that arranged, they very rightly concluding that this was the mainspring in the mechanism of material living, and should be put in readiness at once. Arden had been instructed to purchase and bring from the village a cooking-stove, and Hannibal"s face shone with something like delight, as by five o"clock he had a wood fire crackling underneath a pot of water, feeling that the terra firma of comfort was at last reached. He could now _soak_ in his favorite beverage of tea, and make Miss Edie quite "pertlike" too when she was tired.
Mrs. Lacey worked silently. Rose was inclined to be chatty and draw Edith out in regard to city life. She responded good-naturedly as long as Rose confined herself to generalities, but was inclined to be reticent on their own affairs.
Before dark the Laceys prepared to return, the mother saying gravely:
"You may feel it too lonely to stay by yourself. Our house is not very inviting, and my husband"s manner is not always what I could wish, but such as it is, you will be welcome in it till the rest of your family comes."
"You are very kind to a stranger," said Edith, heartily, "but I am not a bit afraid to stay here since I have Hannibal as protector," and Hannibal, elated by this compliment, looked as if he might be a very dragon to all intruders. "Moreover," continued Edith, "you have helped me so _splendidly_ that I shall be very comfortable, and they will be here to-morrow night."
Mrs. Lacey bowed silently, but Rose said in her sprightly voice, from the doorway:
"I"ll come and help you all day to-morrow."
Arden was still to bring one more load. The setting sun, with the consistency of an April day, had pa.s.sed into a dark cloud which soon came driving on with wind and rain, and the thick drops dashed against the windows as if thrown from a vast syringe, while the gutter gurgled and groaned with the sudden rush of water.
"Oh, dear! how dismal!" sighed Edith, looking out in the gathering darkness. Then she saw that the loaded wagon had just stopped at the gate, and in dim outline Arden sat in the storm as if he had been a post. "It"s too bad," she said impatiently, "my things will all get wet." After a moment she added: "Why don"t he come in? Don"t he know enough to come in out of the rain?"
"Well, Miss Edie, he"s kind o" quar," said Hannibal, "I"se jes done satisfied he"s quar."
But the shower ceased suddenly, and Arden dismounted, secured his horses, and soon appeared at the door with a piece of furniture.
"Why, it"s not wet," said Edith with surprise.
"I saw appearances of rain, and so borrowed a piece of canvas at the dock."
"But you didn"t put the canvas over yourself," said Edith, looking at his dripping form, grateful enough now to bestow a little kindness without the idea of policy. "As soon as you have brought in the load I insist on your staying and taking a cup of tea."
He gave his shoulders an indifferent shrug, saying, "A little cold water is the least of my troubles." Then he added, stealing a timid glance at her, "But you are very kind. People seldom think of their teamsters."
"The more shame to them then," said Edith. "I at least can feel a kindness if I can"t make much return. It was very good of you to protect my furniture, and I appreciate your care. Besides your mother and sister have been helping me all the afternoon, and I am oppressed by my obligations to you all."
"I am sorry you feel that way," he said briefly, and vanished in the darkness after another load.
Soon all was safely housed, and he said, about to depart, "There is one more load; I will bring that to-morrow."
From the kitchen she called, "Stay, your tea will be ready in a moment."
"Do not put yourself to that truble," he answered, at the same time longing to stay. "Mother will have supper ready for me." He was so diffident that he needed much encouragement, and moreover he was morbidly sensitive.
But as she turned she caught his wistful glance, and thought to herself, "Poor fellow! he"s cold and hungry." With feminine shrewdness she said, "Now, Mr. Lacey, I shall feel slighted if you don"t take a cup of my tea, for see, I have made it myself. It"s the one thing about housekeeping that I understand. Your mother brought me a nice cup at noon, and I enjoyed it very much. I am going to pay that debt now to you."
"Well--if you really wish it"--said Arden hesitatingly, with another of his bright looks, and color even deeper than the ruddy firelight warranted.
"My conscience!" thought Edith, "how suddenly his face changes. He is "quar," as Hannibal says." But she settled matters by saying, "I shall feel hurt if you don"t. You must let there be at least some show of kindness on my part, as well as on yours and your friends"."
There came in again a delicate touch of that human fellowship which he had never found in the world, and had seemingly repelled, but which his soul was thirsting for with an intensity never so realized before, and this faintest semblance of human companionship and sympathy seemed inexpressibly sweet to his sore and lonely heart.
He took the cup from her as if it had been a sacrament, and was about to drink it standing, but she placed a chair at the table and said:
"No, sir, you must sit down there in comfort by the fire."
He did so as if in a dream. The whole scene was taking a powerful hold on his imagination.
"Hannibal," she cried, raising her voice in a soft, bird-like call, and from the dim kitchen whence certain spluttering sounds had preceded him, Hannibal appeared with a heaping plate of b.u.t.tered toast.
"With your permission," she said, "I will sit down and take a cup of tea with you, in a neighborly way, for I wish to ask you some more questions, and tea, you know, is a great incentive to talk," and she took a chair on the opposite side of the table, while Hannibal stood a little in the background to wait on them with all the formality of the olden time.
The wood fire blazed and crackled, and threw its flickering light over Edith"s fair face, and intensified her beauty, as her features gleamed out, or faded, as the flames rose and fell. Hannibal stood motionless behind her chair as if he might have been an Ethiopian slave attendant on a young sultana. To Arden"s aroused imagination, it seemed like one of the scenes of his fancy, and he was almost afraid to move or speak, lest all should vanish, and he find himself plodding along the dark muddy road.
"What is the matter?" she asked curiously. "Why don"t you drink your tea?"
"It all seems as strange and beautiful as a fairy tale," he said, looking at her earnestly.
Her hearty laugh and matter-of-fact tone dispelled his illusion, as she said:
"It"s all dreadfully real to me. I feel as if I had done more work to-day than in all my life before, and we have only made a beginning. I want to ask you about the place and the garden, and how to get things done," and she plied him well with the most practical questions.
Sometimes he answered a little incoherently, for through them all he saw a face full of strange weird beauty, as the firelight flickered upon it, and gave a star-like l.u.s.tre to the large dark eyes.
Hannibal, in the background, grinned and chuckled silently, as he saw Arden"s dazed, wondering admiration, saying to himself, "Dey ain"t used to such young ladies as mine, up here--it kind o" dazzles "em."
At last, as if breaking away from the influence of a spell, Arden suddenly rose, turning upon Edith one of those warm, bright looks that he sometimes gave his mother, and said, "You have been very kind; good-night," and was gone in a moment. But the night was luminous about him. Along the muddy road, in the old barn as he cared for his horses, in his poor little room at home, to which he soon retired, he saw only the fair face of Edith, with the firelight playing upon it, with the vividness of one looking directly upon an exquisite cabinet picture, and before that picture his heart was inclined to bow, in the most devoted homage.
Edith"s only comment was, "He is "quar," Hannibal, as you said."
Wearied with the long day"s work, she soon found welcome and dreamless rest.
CHAPTER XI
MRS. ALLEN"S POLICY
True to her promise, Rose helped Edith all the next day, and while she worked, the frank-hearted girl poured out the story of her troubles, and Edith came to have a greater respect and sympathy for her "kind and humble neighbors" as she characterized them in her own mind. Still with her familiarity with the farming cla.s.s, kept up since her summer in the country as a child, she made a broad distinction between them and the mere laborer. Moreover, the practical girl wished to conciliate the Laceys and every one else she could, for she had a presentiment that there were many trials before them, and that they would need friends. She said in answer to Rose:
"I never realized before that the world was so full of trouble. We have seen plenty of late."