"Will colonel Lee be put at the head of the American forces?"
"I think not, sir. He has a high reputation, and a good deal of experience, but he is a humourist; and what is something, though you will pardon it, he is not an American born."
"It is quite right to consult such considerations, Beekman; were I in congress, they would influence _me_, Englishman as I am, and in many things must always remain."
"I am glad to hear you say that, Willoughby," exclaimed the chaplain--"
right down rejoiced to hear you say so! A man is bound to stand by his birth-place, through thick and thin."
"How do you, then, reconcile your opinions, in this matter, to _your_ birth-place, Woods?" asked the laughing captain.
To own the truth, the chaplain was a little confused. He had entered into the controversy with so much zeal, of late, as to have imbibed the feelings of a thorough partisan; and, as is usual, with such philosophers, was beginning to overlook everything that made against his opinions, and to exaggerate everything that sustained them.
"How?"--he cried, with zeal, if not with consistency--"Why, well enough. I am an Englishman too, in the general view of the case, though born in Ma.s.sachusetts. Of English descent, and an English subject."
"Umph!--Then Beekman, here, who is of Dutch descent, is not bound by the same principles as we are ourselves?"
"Not by the same _feelings_ possibly; but, surely, by the same principles. Colonel Beekman is an Englishman by construction, and you are by birth. Yes, I"m what may be called a _constructive_ Englishman."
Even Mrs. Willoughby and Beulah laughed at this, though not a smile had crossed Maud"s face, since her eye had lost Robert Willoughby from view. The captain"s ideas seemed to take a new direction, and he was silent some little time before he spoke.
"Under the circ.u.mstances in which we are now placed, as respects each other, Mr. Beekman," he said, "it is proper that there should be no concealments on grave points. Had you arrived an hour or two earlier, you would have met a face well known to you, in that of my son, major Willoughby."
"Major Willoughby, my dear sir!" exclaimed Beekman, with a start of unpleasant surprise; "I had supposed him with the royal army, in Boston. You say he has left the Knoll--I sincerely hope not for Albany."
"No--I wished him to go in that direction, at first, and to see you, in particular; but his representations of the state of the country induced me to change my mind; he travels by a private way, avoiding all the towns of note, or size."
"In that he has done well, sir. Near to me as a brother of Beulah"s must always seem, I should be sorry to see Bob, just at this moment. If there be no hope of getting him to join us, the farther we are separated the better."
This was said gravely, and it caused all who heard it fully to appreciate the serious character of a quarrel that threatened to arm brother against brother. As if by common consent, the discourse changed, all appearing anxious, at a moment otherwise so happy, to obliterate impressions so unpleasant from their thoughts.
The captain, his wife, Beulah and the colonel, had several long and private communications in the course of the evening. Maud was not sorry to be left to herself, and the chaplain devoted his time to the entertainment of the friend of Beekman, who was in truth a surveyor, brought along partly to preserve appearances, and partly for service.
The chain-bearers, hunters, &c., had been distributed in the different cabins of the settlement, immediately on the arrival of the party.
That night, when the sisters retired, Maud perceived that Beulah had something to communicate, out of the common way. Still, she did not know whether it would be proper for her to make any inquiries, and things were permitted to take their natural course. At length Beulah, in her gentle way, remarked--"It is a fearful thing, Maud, for a woman to take upon herself the new duties, obligations and ties of a wife."
"She should _not_ do it, Beulah, unless she feels a love for the man of her choice, that will sustain her in them. You, who have _real_ parents living, ought to feel this fully, as I doubt not you do."
"_Real_ parents! Maud, you frighten me! Are not _my_ parents _yours?_--Is not all our love common?"
"I am ashamed of myself, Beulah. Dearer and better parents than mine, no girl ever had. I am ashamed of my words, and beg you will forget them."
"That I shall be very ready to do. It was a great consolation to think that should I be compelled to quit home, as compelled I must be in the end, I should leave with my father and mother a child as dutiful, and one that loves them as sincerely as yourself, Maud."
"You have thought right, Beulah. I do love them to my heart"s core!
Then you are right in another sense; for I shall _never_ marry. My mind is made up to _that_"
"Well, dear, many are happy that never marry--many women are happier than those that do. Evert has a kind, manly, affectionate heart, and I know will do all he can to prevent my regretting home; but we can never have more than _one_ mother, Maud!"
Maud did not answer, though she looked surprised that Beulah should say this to _her_.
"Evert has reasoned and talked so much to my father and mother,"
continued the _fiancee_, blushing, "that they have thought we had better be married at once. Do you know, Maud, that it has been settled this evening, that the ceremony is to take place to-morrow!"
"This is sudden, indeed, Beulah! Why have they determined on so unexpected a thing?"
"It is all owing to the state of the country. I know not how he has done it--but Evert has persuaded my father, that the sooner I am his wife, the more secure we shall _all_ be, here at the Knoll."
"I hope you love Evert Beekman, dearest, dearest Beulah?"
"What a question, Maud! Do you suppose I could stand up before a minister of G.o.d, and plight my faith to a man I did not love?--Why have you seemed to doubt it?"
"I do not doubt it--I am very foolish, for I know you are conscientious as the saints in heaven--and yet, Beulah, I think _I_ could scarce be so tranquil about one I loved."
The gentle Beulah smiled, but she no longer felt uneasiness. She understood the impulses and sentiments of her own pure but tranquil nature too well, to distrust herself; and she could easily imagine that Maud would not be as composed under similar circ.u.mstances.
"Perhaps it is well, sister of mine," she answered laughing, though blushing, "that you are so resolved to remain single; for one hardly knows where to find a suitor sufficiently devoted and ethereal for your taste. No one pleased you last winter, though the least encouragement would have Brought a dozen to your feet; and here there is no one you can possibly have, unless it be dear, good, old Mr. Woods."
Maud compressed her lips, and really looked stern, so determined was she to command herself; then she answered somewhat in her sister"s vein--
"It is very true," she said, "there is no hero for me to accept, unless it be dear Mr. Woods; and he, poor man, has had one wife that cured him of any desire to possess another, they say."
"Mr. Woods! I never knew that he was married. Who can have told you this, Maud?"
"I got it from Robert"--answered the other, hesitating a little. "He was talking one day of such things."
"What things, dear?"
"Why--of getting married--I believe it was about marrying relatives--or connections--or, some such thing; for Mr. Woods married a cousin- german, it would seem--and so he told me all about it. Bob was old enough to know his wife, when she died. Poor man, she led him a hard life--he must be far from the Knoll, by this time, Beulah!"
"Mr. Woods!--I left him with papa, a few minutes since, talking over the ceremony for to-morrow!"
"I meant Bob----"
Here the sisters caught each other"s eyes, and both blushed, consciousness presenting to them, at the same instant, the images that were uppermost in their respective minds. But, no more was said. They continued their employments in silence, and soon each was kneeling in prayer.
The following day, Evert Beekman and Beulah Willoughby were married.
The ceremony took place, immediately after breakfast, in the little chapel; no one being present but the relatives, and Michael O"Hearn, who quieted his conscience for not worshipping with the rest of the people, by acting as their s.e.xton. The honest county Leitrim man was let into the secret--as a great secret, however--at early dawn; and he had the place swept and in order in good season, appearing in his Sunday attire to do honour to the occasion, as he thought became him.
A mother as tender as Mrs. Willoughby, could not resign the first claim on her child, without indulging her tears, Maud wept, too; but it was as much in sympathy for Beulah"s happiness, as from any other cause.
The marriage in other respects, was simple, and without any ostentatious manifestations of feeling. It was, in truth, one of those rational and wise connections, which promise to wear well, there being a perfect fitness, in station, wealth, connections, years, manners and habits, between the parties. Violence was done to nothing, in bringing this discreet and well-principled couple together. Evert was as worthy of Beulah, as she was worthy of him. There was confidence in the future, on every side; and not a doubt, or a misgiving of any sort, mingled with the regrets, if regrets they could be called, that were, in some measure, inseparable from the solemn ceremony.
The marriage was completed, the affectionate father had held the weeping but smiling bride on his bosom, the tender mother had folded her to her heart, Maud had pressed her in her arms in a fervent embrace, and the chaplain had claimed his kiss, when the well-meaning s.e.xton approached.
"Is it the likes of yees I wish well to!" said Mike--"Ye may well say _that_; and to yer husband, and childer, and all that will go before, and all that have come after ye! I know"d ye, when ye was mighty little, and that was years agone; and niver have I seen a cross look on yer pretthy face. I"ve app"inted to myself, many"s the time, a consait to tell ye all this, by wor-r-d of mouth; but the likes of yees, and of the Missus, and of Miss Maud there--och! isn"t she a swate one! and many"s the pity, there"s no sich tall, handsome jontleman to take _her_, in the bargain, bad luck to him for staying away; and so G.o.d bless ye, all, praist in the bargain, though he"s no praist at all; and here"s my good wishes said and done."