to her niece mrs. kelsey had communicated the result of her interview with j.c., and that young lady had fallen into a violent passion, which merged itself at last into a flood of tears, and ended finally in strong hysterics. while in this latter condition mrs. kelsey deemed it necessary to summon her brother, to whom she narrated the circumstances of nellie's illness. to say that the doctor was angry would but feebly express the nature of his feelings. he had fully expected that nellie would be taken off his hands, and he had latterly a very good reason for wishing that it might be so.
grown-up daughters, he knew, were apt to look askance at stepmothers, and if he should wish to bring another there he would rather that nellie should be out of the way. so he railed at the innocent maude, and after exhausting all the maxims which would at all apply to that occasion, he suggested sending for mr. de vere and demanding an explanation. but this mrs. kelsey would not suffer.
"it will do no good," she said, "and may make the matter worse by hastening the marriage. i shall return home to-morrow, and if you do not object shall take your daughter with me, to stay at least six months, as she needs a change of scene. i can, if necessary, intimate to my friends that she has refused j.c., who, in a fit of pique, has offered himself to maude, and that will save nellie from all embarrassment. he will soon tire of his new choice, and then—"
"i won't have him if he does," gasped nellie, interrupting her aunt—"i won't have anybody who has first proposed to maude. i wish she'd never come here, and if pa hadn't brought that woman—"
"helen!" and the doctor's voice was very stern, for time had not erased from his heart all love for the blue-eyed matty, the gentle mother of the offending maude, and more than all, the mother of his boy—"helen, that woman was my wife, and you must not speak disrespectfully of her."
nellie answered by a fresh burst of tears, for her own conscience smote her for having spoken thus lightly of one who had ever been kind to her.
after a moment mrs. kelsey resumed the conversation by suggesting that, as the matter could not now be helped, they had better say nothing, but go off on the morrow as quietly as possible, leaving j.c. to awake from his hallucination, which she was sure he would do soon, and follow them to the city. this arrangement seemed wholly satisfactory to all parties, and though nellie declared she'd never again speak to jed de vere, she dried her tears, and retiring to rest, slept quite as soundly as she had ever done in her life.
the next morning when maude as usual went down to superintend the breakfast, she was surprised to hear from hannah that mrs. kelsey was going that day to rochester, and that nellie was to accompany her.
"nobody can 'cuse me," said hannah, "of not 'fillin' scriptur' oncet, whar it says `them as has ears to hear, let 'em hear,' for i did hear 'em a-talkin' last night of you and mr. de vere, and i tell you they're ravin' mad to think you'd cotched him; but i'm glad on't. you desarves him, if anybody. i suppose that t'other chap aint none of your marryin' sort," and unconscious of the twinge her last words had inflicted hannah carried the coffee-urn to the dining room, followed by maude, who was greeted with dark faces and frowning looks.
scarcely a word was spoken during breakfast, and when after it was over maude offered to assist nellie in packing her trunks, the latter answered decisively, "you've done enough, i think."
a few moments afterward j.c.'s voice was heard upon the stairs. he had come over to see the "lioness and her cub," as he styled mrs. kelsey and her niece, whose coolness was amply atoned for by the bright, joyous glance of maude, to whom he whispered softly, "won't we have glorious times when they are gone!"
their projected departure pleased him greatly, and he was so very polite and attentive that nellie relented a little, and asked how long he intended remaining at laurel hill, while even mrs. kelsey gave him her hand at parting, and said, "whenever you recover from your unaccountable fancy i shall be glad to see you."
"you'll wait some time, if you wait for that," muttered j.c., as he returned to the house in quest of maude, with whom he had a long and most delightful interview, for old hannah, in unusually, good spirits, expressed her willingness to see to everything, saying to her young mistress, "you go along now and court a spell. i reckon i haint done forgot how i and crockett sot on the fence in old virginny and heard the bobolinks a-singin'."
old hannah was waxing sentimental, and with a heightened bloom upon her cheeks maude left her to her memories of crockett and the bobolinks, while she went back to her lover. j.c. was well skilled in the little, delicate acts which tend to win and keep a woman's heart, and in listening to his protestations of love maude forgot all else, and abandoned herself to the belief that she was perfectly happy. only once did her pulses quicken as they would not have done had her chosen husband been all that she could wish, and that was when he said to her, "i wrote to james last night, telling him of my engagement. he will congratulate me, i know, for he was greatly pleased with you."
much did maude wonder what james would say, and it was not long ere her curiosity was gratified; for scarcely four days were passed when j.c. brought to her an unsealed note, directed to "cousin maude."
"i have heard from jim," he said, "and he is the best fellow in the world. hear what he says of you," and from his own letter he read, "i do congratulate you upon your choice. maude remington is a noble creature—so beautiful, so refined, and withal so pure and good. cherish her, my cousin, as she ought to be cherished, and bring her some time to my home, which will never boast so fair a mistress."
"i'm so glad he's pleased," said j.c. "i would rather have his approval than that of the whole world. but what! crying, i do believe!" and turning maude's face to the light he continued, "yes, there are tears on your eyelashes. what is the matter?"
"nothing, nothing," answered maude, "only i am so glad your relatives like me."
j.c. was easily deceived, so was maude—and mutually believing that nothing was the matter, j.c. drummed on the piano, while maude tore open the note which james had written to her. it seemed so strange to think he wrote it, and maude trembled violently, while the little red spots came out all over her neck and face as she glanced at the words, "my dear cousin maude."
it was a kind, affectionate note, and told how the writer would welcome and love her as his cousin, while at the same time it chided her for not having answered the letter sent some weeks before. "perhaps you did not deem it worthy of an answer," he wrote, "but i was sadly disappointed in receiving none, and now that you are really to be my cousin i shall expect you to do better, and treat me as if i had an existence. j.c. must not monopolize you wholly, for i shall claim a share of you for myself."
poor, poor maude! she did not feel the summer air upon her brow—did not hear the discordant notes which j.c. made upon the piano, for her whole soul was centered on the words, "sadly disappointed," "love you as my cousin," and "claim a share of you for myself."
only for a moment, though, and then recovering her composure she said aloud, "what does he mean? i never received a note."
"i know it, i know it," hastily spoke j.c., and coming to her side he handed her the soiled missive, saying, "it came a long time ago, and was mislaid among my papers, until this letter recalled it to my mind. there is nothing in it of any consequence, i dare say, and had it not been sealed i might, perhaps, have read it, for as the doctor says, `it's a maxim of mine that a wife should have no secrets from her husband,' hey, maude?" and he caressed her burning cheek, as she read the note which, had it been earlier received, might have changed her whole after life.
and still it was not one-half as affectionate in its tone as was the last, for it began with, "cousin maude" and ended with "yours respectfully," but she knew he had been true to his promise, and without a suspicion that j.c. had deceived her she placed the letters in her pocket, to be read again when she was alone, and could measure every word and sentiment.
that afternoon when she went to her chamber to make some changes in her dress she found herself standing before the mirror much longer than usual, examining minutely the face which james de vere had called beautiful.
"he thought so, or he would not have said it; but it is false," she whispered; "even j.c. never called me handsome;" and taking out the note that day received, she read it again, wondering why the name "cousin maude" did not sound as pleasantly as when she first heard it.
that night as she sat with louis in her room she showed the letters to him, at the same time explaining the reason why one of them was not received before.
"oh, i am so glad," said louis, as he finished reading them, "for now i know that james de vere don't like you."
"don't like me, louis!" and in maude's voice there was a world of sadness.
"i mean," returned louis, "that he don't love you for anything but a cousin. i like j.c. very, very much, and i am glad you are to be his wife; but i've sometimes thought that if you had waited the other one would have spoken, for i was almost sure he loved you, but he don't, i know; he couldn't be so pleased with your engagement, nor write you so affectionately if he really cared."
maude hardly knew whether she were pleased or not with louis' reasoning. it was true, though, she said, and inasmuch as james did not care for her, and she did not care for james, she was very glad she was engaged to j.c.! and with reassured confidence in herself she sat down and wrote an answer to that note, a frank, impulsive, maude-like answer, which, nevertheless, would convey to james de vere no idea how large a share of that young girl's thoughts were given to himself.
the next day there came to maude a letter bearing the canada postmark, together with the unmistakable handwriting of janet hopkins. maude had not heard of her for some time, and very eagerly she read the letter, laughing immoderately, and giving vent to sudden exclamations of astonishment at its surprising intelligence. janet was a mother!—"a livin' mother to a child born out of due season," so the delighted creature wrote, "and what was better than all, it was a girl, and the sunday before was baptized as maude matilda remington blodgett hopkins, there being no reason," she said, "why she shouldn't give her child as many names as the queen of england hitched on to hers, beside that it was not at all likely that she would ever have another, and so she had improved this opportunity, and named her daughter in honor of maude, matty, harry, and her first husband joel. but," she wrote, "i don't know what you'll say when i tell you that my old man and some others have made me believe that seein' i've an heir of my own flesh and blood, i ought to change that will of mine, so i've made another, and if maude matilda dies you'll have it yet. t'other five thousand is yours, anyway, and if i didn't love the little wudget as i do, i wouldn't have changed my will; but natur' is natur'."
scarcely had maude finished reading this letter when j.c. came in, and she handed it to him. he did not seem surprised, for he had always regarded the will as a doubtful matter; but in reality he was a little chagrined, for five thousand was only half as much as ten. still his love for maude was, as yet, stronger than his love for money, and he only laughed heartily at the string of names which janet had given to her offspring, saying, "it was a pity it hadn't been a boy, so she could have called him jedediah cleishbotham."
"he does not care for my money," maude thought, and her heart went out toward him more lovingly than it had ever done before, and her dark eyes filled with tears when he told her, as he ere long did, that he must leave the next day, and return to rochester.
"the little property left me by my mother needs attention, so my agent writes me," he said, "and now the will has gone up, and we are poorer than we were before by five thousand dollars, it is necessary that i should bestir myself, you know." maude could not tell why it was that his words affected her unpleasantly, for she knew he was not rich, and she felt that she should respect him more if he really did bestir himself, but still she did not like his manner when speaking of the will, and her heart was heavy all the day. he, on the contrary, was in unusually good spirits. he was not tired of maude, but he was tired of the monotonous life at laurel hill, and when his agent's summons came it found him ready to go. that for which he had visited laurel hill had in reality been accomplished. he had secured a wife, not nellie, but maude, and determining to do everything honorable, he on the morning of his departure went to the doctor, to whom he talked of maude, expressing his wish to marry her. very coldly the doctor answered that "maude could marry whom she pleased. it was a maxim of his never to interfere with matches," and then, as if the subject were suggestive, he questioned the young man to know if in his travels he had ever met the lady maude glendower. j.c. had met her frequently at saratoga.
"she was a splendid creature," he said, and he asked if the doctor knew her.
"i saw her as a child of seventeen, and again as a woman of twenty-five. she is forty now," was the doctor's answer, as he walked away, wondering if the maude glendower of to-day were greatly changed from the maude of fifteen years ago.
to j.c.'s active mind a new idea was presented, and seeking out the other maude—his maude—he told her of his suspicion. there was a momentary pang, a thought of the willow-shaded grave where kate and matty slept, and then maude remington calmly questioned j.c. of maude glendower—who she was, and where did she live?
j.c. knew but little of the lady, but what little he knew he told. she was of both english and spanish descent. her friends, he believed, were nearly all dead, and she was alone in the world. though forty years of age, she was well preserved, and called a wondrous beauty. she was a belle—a flirt—a spinster, and was living at present in troy.
"she'll never marry the doctor," said maude, laughing, as she thought of an elegant woman leaving the world of fashion to be mistress of that house.
still the idea followed her, and when at last j.c. had bidden her adieu, and gone to his city home, she frequently found herself thinking of the beautiful maude glendower, whose name, it seemed to her, she had heard before, though when or where she could not tell. a strange interest was awakened in her bosom for the unknown lady, and she often wondered if they would ever meet. the doctor thought of her, too—thought of her often, and thought of her long, and as his feelings toward her changed, so did his manner soften toward the dark-haired girl who bore her name, and who he began at last to fancy resembled her in more points than one. maude was ceasing to be an object of perfect indifference to him. she was an engaged young lady, and as such, entitled to more respect than he was wont to pay her, and as the days wore on he began to have serious thoughts of making her his confidant and counselor in a matter which he would never have intrusted to nellie.
accordingly, one afternoon when he found her sitting upon the piazza, he said, first casting an anxious glance around to make sure no one heard him: "maude, i wish to see you alone a while."
wonderingly maude followed him into the parlor, where her astonishment was in no wise diminished by his shutting the blinds, dropping the curtains, and locking the door! maude began to tremble, and when he drew his chair close to her side, she started up, alarmed. "sit down—sit down," he whispered; "i want to tell you something, which you must never mention in the world. you certainly have some sense, or i should not trust you. maude, i am going—that is, i have every reason to believe—or rather, i should say perhaps—well, anyway, there is a prospect of my being married."
"married!—to whom?" asked maude.
"you are certain you'll never tell, and that there's no one in the hall," said the doctor, going on tip-toe to the door, and assuring himself there was no one there. then returning to his seat, he told her a strange story of a marvellously beautiful young girl, with spanish fire in her lustrous eyes, and a satin gloss on her blue-black curls.
her name was maude glendower, and years ago she won his love, leading him on and on until at last he paid her the highest honor a man can pay a woman—he offered her his heart, his hand, his name. but she refused him—scornfully, contemptuously, refused him, and he learned afterward that she had encouraged him for the sake of bringing another man to terms!—and that man, whose name the doctor never knew, was a college student not yet twenty-one.
"i hated her then," said he, "hated this maude glendower, for her deception; but i could not forget her, and after katy died i sought her again. she was the star of saratoga, and no match for me. this i had sense enough to see, so i left her in her glory, and three years after married your departed mother. maude glendower has never married, and at the age of forty has come to her senses, and signified her willingness to become my wife—or, that is to say, i have been informed by my sister that she probably would not refuse me a second time. now, maude remington, i have told you this because i must talk with someone, and as i before remarked, you are a girl of sense, and will keep the secret. it is a maxim of mine, when anything is to be done, to do it; so i shall visit miss glendower immediately, and if i like her well enough i shall marry her at once. not while i am gone, of course, but very soon. i shall start for troy one week from to-day, and i wish you would attend a little to my wardrobe; it's in a most lamentable condition. my shirts are all worn out, my coat is rusty, and last sunday i discovered a hole in my pantaloons—"
"dr. kennedy," exclaimed maude, interrupting him, "you surely do not intend to present yourself before the fastidious miss glendower with those old shabby clothes. she would say no sooner than she did before. you must have an entire new suit. you can afford it, too, for you have not had one since mother died."
dr. kennedy was never in a condition to be so easily coaxed as now. maude glendower had a place in his heart, which no other woman bad ever held, and that very afternoon the village merchant was astonished at the penurious doctor's inquiring the prices of the finest broadcloth in his store. it seemed a great deal of money to pay, but maude remington at his elbow and maude glendower in his mind conquered at last, and the new suit was bought, including vest, hat, boots, and all. there is something in handsome clothes very satisfactory to most people, and the doctor, when arrayed in his, was conscious of a feeling of pride quite unusual to him. on one point, however, he was obstinate, "he would not spoil them by wearing them on the road, when he could just as well dress at the hotel."
so maude, between whom and himself there was for the time being quite an amicable understanding, packed them in his trunk, while hannah and louis looked on wondering what it could mean.
"the millennial is comin', or else he's goin' a-courtin'," said hannah, and satisfied that she was right she went back to the kitchen, while louis, catching at once at her idea, began to cry, and laying his head on his sister's lap begged of her to tell him if what hannah had said were true.
to him it seemed like trampling on the little grave beneath the willows, and it required all maude's powers of persuasion to dry his tears and soothe the pain which every child must feel when first they know that the lost mother, whose memory they so fondly cherish, is to be succeeded by another.
