four years and a half have passed away since the dark november night when matty kennedy died, and in her home all things are not as they were then. janet, the presiding genius of the household, is gone—married a second time, and by this means escaped, as she verily believes, the embarrassment of refusing outright to be mrs. dr. kennedy, no. 3! not that dr. kennedy ever entertained the slightest idea of making her his wife, but knowing how highly he valued money, and being herself "a woman of property," janet came at last to fancy that he had serious thoughts of offering himself to her. he, on the contrary, was only intent upon the best means of removing her from his house, for, though he was not insensible to the comfort which her presence brought, it was a comfort for which he paid too dearly. still he endured it for nearly three years, but at the end of that time he determined that she should go away, and as he dreaded a scene he did not tell her plainly what he meant, but hinted, and with each hint the widow groaned afresh over her lamented joel.
at last, emboldened by some fresh extravagance, he said to her one day: "mrs. blodgett, ah—ahem." here he stopped, while mrs. blodgett, thinking her time had come, drew out joel's picture, which latterly she carried in her pocket, so as to be ready for any emergency. "mrs. blodgett, are you paying attention?" asked the doctor, observing how intently she was regarding the picture of the deceased.
"yes, yes," she answered, and he continued:
"mrs. blodgett, i hardly know what to say, but i've been thinking for some time past—"
"i know you've been thinking," interrupted the widow, "but it won't do an atom of good, for my mind was made up long ago, and i shan't do it, and if you've any kind of feeling for matty, which you haint, nor never had, you wouldn't think of such a thing, and i know, as well as i want to know, that it's my property, and nothin' else, which has put such an idee into your head!"
here, overcome with her burst of indignation, she began to cry, while the doctor, wholly misunderstanding her, attempted to smooth the matter somewhat by saying: "i had no intention of distressing you, mrs. blodgett, but i thought i might as well free my mind. were you a poor woman, i should feel differently, but knowing you have money—"
"wretch!" fairly screamed the insulted janet. "so you confess my property is at the bottom of it! but i'll fix it—i'll put an end to it!" and in a state of great excitement she rushed from the room.
just across the way a newly-fledged lawyer had hung out his sign, and thither that very afternoon the wrathful widow wended her way, nor left the dingy office until one-half of her property, which was far greater than anyone supposed it to be, was transferred by deed of gift to maude remington, who was to come in possession of it on her eighteenth birthday, and was to inherit the remainder by will at the death of the donor.
"that fixes him," she muttered, as she returned to the house; "that fixes old maxim good; to think of his insultin' me by ownin' right up that 'twas my property he was after, the rascal! i wouldn't have him if there warn't another man in the world!" and entering the room where maude was sewing, she astonished the young girl by telling her what she had done. "i have made you my heir," said she, tossing the deed of gift and the will into maude's lap. "i've made you my heir; and the day you're eighteen you'll be worth five thousand dollars, besides havin' the interest to use between this time and that. then, if i ever die; you'll have five thousand more. joel blodgett didn't keep thirty cows and peddle milk for nothin'."
maude was at first too much astonished to comprehend the meaning of what she heard, but she understood it at last, and then with many tears thanked the eccentric woman for what she had done, and asked the reason for this unexpected generosity.
"'cause i like you!" answered janet, determined not to injure maude's feelings by letting her know how soon her mother had been forgotten. "'cause i like you, and always meant to give it to you. but don't tell anyone how much 'tis, for if the old fool widowers round here know i am still worth five thousand dollars they'll like enough be botherin' me with offers, hopin' i'll change my will; but i shan't. i'll teach 'em a trick or two, the good for-nothin' old maxim."
the latter part of this speech was made as janet was leaving the room, consequently maude did not hear it, neither would she have understood if she had. she knew her nurse was very peculiar, but she never dreamed it possible for her to fancy that dr. kennedy wished to make her his wife, and she was greatly puzzled to know why she had been so generous to her. but janet knew; and when a few days afterward dr. kennedy, determining upon a fresh attempt to remove her from his house, came to her side, as she was sitting alone in the twilight, she felt glad that one-half her property at least was beyond her control.
"mrs. blodgett," he said, clearing his throat and looking considerably embarrassed, "mrs. blodgett."
"well, what do you want of mrs. blodgett?" was the widow's testy answer, and the doctor replied, "i did not finish what i wished to say to you the other day, and it's a maxim of mine, if a person has anything on his mind, he had better tell it at once."
"certainly, ease yourself off, do," and janet's little gray eyes twinkled with delight, as she thought how crestfallen he would look when she told him her property was gone.
"i was going, mrs. blodgett," he continued, "i was going to propose to you—"
he never finished the sentence, for the widow sprang to her feet, exclaiming, "it's of no kind of use! i've gin my property all to maude; half of it the day she's eighteen, and the rest on't is willed to her when i die, so you may as well let me alone," and feeling greatly flurried with what she verily believed to have been an offer, she walked away, leaving the doctor to think her the most inexplicable woman he ever saw.
the next day janet received an invitation to visit her husband's sister who lived in canada. the invitation was accepted, and to his great delight the doctor saw her drive from his door, just one week after his last amusing interview. in canada janet formed the acquaintance of a man full ten years her junior. he had been a distant relative of her husband, and knowing of her property, asked her to be his wife. for several days janet studied her face to see what was in it "which made every man in christendom want her!" and, concluding at last that "handsome is that handsome does," said "yes," and made peter hopkins the happiest of men.
there was a bridal trip to laurel hill, where the new husband ascertained that the half of that for which he had married was beyond his reach; but being naturally of a hopeful nature, he did not despair of eventually changing the will, so he swallowed his disappointment and redoubled his attentions to his mother-wife, now mrs. janet blodgett hopkins.
meantime the story that maude was an heiress circulated rapidly, and as the lawyer kept his own counsel and maude, in accordance with janet's request, never told how much had been given her, the amount was doubled; nay, in some cases trebled, and she suddenly found herself a person of considerable importance, particularly in the estimation of dr. kennedy, who, aside from setting a high value upon money, fancied he saw a way by which he himself could reap some benefit from his stepdaughter's fortune. if maude had money she certainly ought to pay for her board, and so he said to her one day, prefacing his remarks with his stereotyped phrase that "'twas a maxim of his that one person should not live upon another if they could help it."
since janet's last marriage maude had taken the entire management of affairs, and without her there would have been but little comfort or order in a household whose only servant was old and lazy, and whose eldest daughter was far too proud to work. this maude knew, and with a flush of indignation upon her cheek she replied to her stepfather: "very well, sir, i can pay for my board, if you like; but boarders, you know, never trouble themselves with the affairs of the kitchen."
the doctor was confounded. he knew he could not well dispense with maude's services, and it had not before occurred to him that a housekeeper and boarder were two different persons.
"ah—yes—just so," said he, "i see i'm laboring under a mistake; you prefer working for your board—all right," and feeling a good deal more disconcerted than he ever supposed it possible for him to feel, he gave up the contest.
maude was at this time nearly sixteen years of age, and during the next year she was to all intents and purposes the housekeeper, discharging faithfully every duty and still finding time to pursue her own studies and superintend the education of little louis, to whom she was indeed a second mother. she was very fond of books, and while janet was with them she had with nellie attended the seminary at laurel hill, where she stood high in all her classes, for learning was with her a delight, and when at last it seemed necessary for her to remain at home, she still devoted a portion of each day to her studies, reciting to a teacher who came regularly to the house and whom she paid with her own money. by this means she was at the age of seventeen a far better scholar than nellie, who left every care to her stepsister, saying she was just suited to the kitchen work and the tiresome old books with which she kept her chamber littered. this chamber to which nellie referred was maude's particular province. here she reigned joint sovereign with louis, who thus early evinced a degree of intellectuality wonderful in one so young, and who in some things excelled even maude herself.
drawing and painting seemed to be his ruling taste, and as dr. kennedy still cherished for his crippled boy a love almost idolatrous, he spared neither money nor pains to procure for him everything necessary for his favorite pursuit. almost the entire day did louis pass in what he termed maude's library, where, poring over books or busy with his pencil, he whiled the hours away without a sigh for the green fields and shadowy woods, through which he could never hope to ramble. and maude was very proud of her artist brother—proud of the beautiful boy whose face seemed not to be of earth, so calm, so angel-like was its expression. all the softer, gentler virtues of the mother, and all the intellectual qualities of the father were blended together in the child, who presented a combination of goodness, talent, beauty, and deformity such as this is seldom seen. for his sister maude, louis possessed a deep, undying love which neither time nor misfortune could in any way abate. she was part and portion of himself—his life—his light—his all, in all—and to his childlike imagination a purer, nobler being had never been created than his darling sister maude. and well might louis kennedy love the self-sacrificing girl who devoted herself so wholly to him, and who well fulfilled her mother's charge, "care for my little boy."
nellie, too, was well beloved, but he soon grew weary of her company, for she seldom talked of anything save herself and the compliments which were given to her youthful beauty. and nellie, at the age of eighteen, was beautiful, if that can be called beauty which is void of heart or soul or intellect. she was very small, and the profusion of golden curls which fell about her neck and shoulders gave her the appearance of being younger than she really was. her features were almost painfully regular, her complexion dazzlingly brilliant, while her large blue eyes had in them a dreamy, languid expression exceedingly attractive to those who looked for nothing beyond—no inner chamber where dwell the graces which make a woman what she ought to be. louis' artist eye, undeveloped though it was, acknowledged the rare loveliness of nellie's face. she would make a beautiful picture, he thought; but for the noble, the good, the pure, he turned to the dark-eyed maude, who was as wholly unlike her stepsister as it was possible for her to be. the one was a delicate blonde, the other a decided brunette, with hair and eyes of deepest black. her complexion, too, was dark, but tinged with a beautiful red, which nellie would gladly have transferred to her own paler cheek. it was around the mouth, however, the exquisitely shaped mouth, and white even teeth, that maude's principal beauty lay, and the bright smile which lit up her features when at all animated in conversation would have made a plain face handsome. there were some who gave her the preference, saying there was far more beauty in her clear, beautiful eyes and sunny smile than in the dollish face of nellie, who treated such remarks with the utmost scorn. she knew that she was beautiful. she had known it all her life—for had she not been told so by her mirror, her father, her schoolmates, her aunt kelsey, and more than all by j.c. de vere, the elegant young man whom she had met in rochester, where she had spent the winter preceding the summer of which we are writing, and which was four and one-half years after matty's death.
greatly had the young lady murmured on her return against the dreary old house and lonely life at laurel hill, which did indeed present a striking contrast to the city gayeties in which she had been mingling. even the cozy little chamber which the kind-hearted maude had fitted up for her with her own means was pronounced heathenish and old-fashioned, while maude herself was constantly taunted with being countryfied and odd.
"i wish j.c. de vere could see you now," she said one morning to her sister, who had donned her working dress, and with sleeves rolled up and wide checked apron tied around her waist was deep in the mysteries of bread making.
"i wish he could see her too," said louis, who had rolled his chair into the kitchen so that he could be with maude. "he would say he never saw a handsomer color than the red upon her cheeks."
"pshaw!" returned nellie. "i guess he knows the difference between rose-tint and sunburn. why, he's the most fastidious man i ever saw. he can't endure the smell of cooking, and says he would never look twice at a lady whose hands were not as soft and white as—well, as mine," and she glanced admiringly at the little snowy fingers, which were beating a tune upon the window-sill.
"i wants no better proof that he's a fool," muttered old hannah, who looked upon nellie as being what she really was, a vain, silly thing.
"a fool, hannah," retorted nellie; "i'd like to have aunt kelsey hear you say that. why, he's the very best match in rochester. all the girls are dying for him, but he don't care a straw for one of them. he's out of health now, and is coming here this summer with aunt kelsey, and then you'll see how perfectly refined he is. by the way, maude, if i had as much money at my command as you have i'd fix up the parlor a little. you know father won't, and that carpet, i'll venture to say, was in the ark. i almost dread to have j.c. come, he's so particular; but then he knows we are rich, and beside that, aunt kelsey has told him just how stingy father is, so i don't care so much. did i tell you j.c. has a cousin james, who may possibly come too. i never saw him, but aunt kelsey says he's the queerest man that ever lived. he never was known to pay the slightest attention to a woman unless she was married or engaged. he has a most delightful house at hampton, where he lives with his mother; but he'll never marry, unless it is some hired girl who knows how to work. why, he was once heard to say he would sooner marry a good-natured irish girl than a fashionable city lady who knew nothing but to dress, and flirt, and play the piano—the wretch!"
"oh! i know i should like him," exclaimed louis, who had been an attentive listener.
"i dare say you would, and maude, too," returned nellie, adding, after a moment: "and i shouldn't wonder if maude just suited him, particularly if he finds her up to her elbows in dough. so, maude, it is for your interest to improve the old castle a little. won't you buy a new carpet?" and she drew nearer to maude, who made no direct reply.
the three hundred and fifty dollars interest money which she had received the year before had but little of it been expended on herself, though it had purchased many a comfort for the household, for maude was generous, and freely gave what was her own to give. the parlor carpet troubled even her, but she would not pledge herself to buy another until she had first tried her powers of persuasion upon the doctor, who, as she expected, refused outright.
"he knew the carpet was faded," he said, "but 'twas hardly worn at all, and 'twas a maxim of his to make things last as long as possible."
it was in vain that nellie, who was present, quoted aunt kelsey and j.c. de vere, the old doctor didn't care a straw for either, unless indeed, j.c. should some time take nellie off his hands, and pay her bills, which were altogether too large for one of his maxims. that this would probably be the result of the young man's expected visit had been strongly hinted by mrs. kelsey, and thus was he more willing to have him come. but on the subject of the carpet he was inexorable, and with tears of anger in her large blue eyes nellie gave up the contest, while maude very quietly walked over to the store and gave orders that a handsome three-ply carpet which she had heard her sister admire should be sent home as soon as possible. "you are a dear good girl, after all, and i hope james de vere will fall in love with you," was nellie's exclamation as she saw a large roll deposited at their door, but not a stitch in the making of the carpet did she volunteer to take. "she should prick her fingers or callous her hand," she said, "and mr. de vere thought so much of a pretty hand."
"nonsense!" said john, who was still a member of the family, "nonsense, miss nellie. i'd give a heap more for one of miss maude's little fingers, red and rough as they be, than i would for both them soft, sickish feeling hands of yourn;" and john hastily disappeared from the room to escape the angry words which he knew would follow his bold remark.
nellie was not a favorite at home, and no one humored her as much as maude, who, on this occasion, almost outdid herself in her endeavors to please the exacting girl, and make the house as presentable as possible to the fashionable mrs. kelsey and the still more fashionable j.c. de vere. the new carpet was nicely fitted to the floor, new curtains hung before the windows, the old sofa was recovered, the piano was tuned, a hat-stand purchased for the hall, the spare chamber cleaned, and then very impatiently nellie waited for the day when her guests were expected to arrive.
the time came at last, a clear june afternoon, and immediately after dinner nellie repaired to her chamber, so as to have ample time to try the effect of her different dresses, ere deciding upon any one. maude, too, was a good deal excited, for one of her even temperament. she rather dreaded mrs. kelsey, whom she had seen but twice in her life, but for some reason, wholly inexplicable to herself, she felt a strange interest in the wonderful j.c., of whom she had heard so much. not that he would notice her in the least, but a man who could turn the heads of all the girls in rochester must be somewhat above the common order of mortals; and when at last her work was done, and she, too, went up to dress, it was with an unusual degree of earnestness that she asked her sister what she should wear that would be becoming.
"wear what you please, but don't bother me," answered nellie, smoothing down the folds of her light blue muslin, which harmonized admirably with her clear complexion.
"maude," called louis, from the adjoining room, "wear white. you always look pretty in white."
"so does every black person!" answered nellie, feeling provoked that she had not advised the wearing of some color not as becoming to maude as she knew white to be.
maude had the utmost confidence in louis' taste, and when fifteen minutes later she stood before the mirror, her short, glossy curls clustering about her head, a bright bloom on her cheek, and a brighter smile upon her lip, she thought it was the dress which made her look so well, for it had never entered her mind that she was handsome.
"wear your coral earrings," said louis, who had wheeled himself into the room, and was watching her with all a fond brother's pride.
the earrings were a decided improvement, and the jealous nellie, when she saw how neat and tasteful was her sister's dress, began to cry, saying, "she herself looked a fright, that she'd nothing fit to wear, and if her father did not buy her something she'd run away."
this last was her usual threat when at all indignant, and as after giving vent to it she generally felt better, she soon dried her tears, saying, "she was glad anyway that she had blue eyes, for j.c. could not endure black ones."
"maybe james can," was the quick rejoinder of louis, who always defended maude from nellie's envious attacks.
by this time the clock was striking five. half an hour more and they would be there, and going through the rooms below nellie looked to see if everything was in order, then returning to her chamber above she waited impatiently until the sound of wheels was heard in the distance. a cloud of dust was visible next, and soon a large traveling carriage stopped at the gate, laden with trunks and boxes, as if its occupants had come to spend the remainder of the summer. a straight, slender, dandified-looking young man sprang out, followed by another far different in style, though equally as fine looking. the lady next alighted, and scarcely were her feet upon the ground when she was caught around the neck by a little fairy figure in blue, which had tripped gracefully down the walk, seemingly unconscious, but really very conscious of every step she took, for the black-mustached young man, who touched his hat to her so politely, was particular about a woman's gait.
a little apart from the rest stood the stranger, casually eyeing the diminutive creature, of whose beauty and perfections he had heard so much both from her partial aunt and his half-smitten cousin: there was a momentary thrill—a feeling such as one experiences in gazing upon a rare piece of sculpture—and then the heart of james de vere resumed its accustomed beat, for he knew the inner chamber of the mind was empty, and henceforth nellie's beauty would have no attraction for him. very prettily she led the way to the house, and after ushering her guests into the parlor ran upstairs to maude, bidding her to order supper at once, and telling her as a piece of important news which she did not already know, that "aunt kelsey, james, and j.c. had come."
