the october sun had painted the forest trees with the gorgeous tints of autumn and the november winds had changed them to a more sober hue ere j.c. de vere came again to laurel hill. very regularly he wrote to maude—kind, loving letters, which helped to cheer her solitary life. nellie still remained with mrs. kelsey, and though she had so far forgiven her stepsister as to write to her occasionally, she still cherished toward her a feeling of animosity for having stolen away her lover.
on his return to rochester j.c. de vere had fully expected that his engagement would be the theme of every tongue, and he had prepared himself for the attack. how, then, was he surprised to find that no one had the least suspicion of it, though many joked him for having quarreled with nellie as they were sure he had done, by his not returning when she did.
mrs. kelsey had changed her mind and resolved to say nothing of an affair which she was sure would never prove to be serious, and the result showed the wisdom of her proceeding. no one spoke of maude to j.c., for no one knew of her existence, and both mrs. kelsey, and nellie, whom he frequently met, scrupulously refrained from mentioning her name. at first he felt annoyed, and more than once was tempted to tell of his engagement, but as time wore on and he became more and more interested in city gayeties, he thought less frequently of the dark-eyed maude, who, with fewer sources of amusement, was each day thinking more and more of him. still, he was sure he loved her, and one morning near the middle of november, when he received a letter from her saying, "i am sometimes very lonely, and wish that you were here," he started up with his usual impetuosity, and ere he was fully aware of his own intentions he found himself ticketed for canandaigua, and the next morning louis kennedy, looking from his window and watching the daily stage as it came slowly up the hill, screamed out, "he's come—he's come!"
a few moments more and maude was clasped in j.c.'s arms. kissing her forehead, her cheek, and her lips, he held her off and looked to see if she had changed. she had, and he knew it. happiness and contentment are more certain beautifiers than the most powerful cosmetics, and under the combined effects of both maude was greatly improved. she was happy in her engagement, happy in the increased respect it brought her from her friends, and happy, too, in the unusual kindness, of her stepfather. all this was manifest in her face, and for the first time in his life j.c. told her she was beautiful.
"if you only had more manner, and your clothes were fashionably made, you would far excel the city girls," he said, a compliment which to maude seemed rather equivocal.
when he was there before he had not presumed to criticise her style of dress, but he did so now, quoting the city belles until, half in earnest, half in jest, maude said to him, "if you think so much of fashion, you ought not to marry a country girl."
"pshaw!" returned j.c. "i like you all the better for dressing as you please, and still i wish you could acquire a little city polish, for i don't care to have my wife the subject of remark. if maude glendower comes in the spring, you can learn a great deal of her before the 20th of june."
maude colored deeply, thinking for the first time in her life that possibly j.c. might be ashamed of her, but his affectionate caresses soon drove all unpleasant impressions from her mind, and the three days that he stayed with her passed rapidly away. he did not mention the will, but he questioned her of the five thousand which was to be hers on her eighteenth birthday, and vaguely, hinted that he might need it to set himself up in business. he had made no arrangements for the future, he said, there was time enough in the spring, and promising to be with her again during the holidays, he left her quite uncertain as to whether she were glad he had visited her or not.
the next; day she was greatly comforted by a long letter from james, who wrote occasionally, evincing so much interest in "cousin maude" that he always succeeded in making her cry, though why she could not tell, for his letters gave her more real satisfaction than did those of j.c., fraught as the latter were with protestations of constancy and love. slowly dragged the weeks, and the holidays were at hand, when she received a message from j.c., saying he could not possibly come as he had promised. no reason was given for this change in his plan, and with a sigh of disappointment maude turned to a letter from nellie, received by the same mail. after dwelling at length upon the delightful time she was having in the city, nellie spoke of a fancy ball to be given by her aunt during christmas week. mr. de vere was to be "ivanhoe," she said, and she to be "rowena."
"you don't know," she wrote, "how interested j.c. is in the party. he really begins to appear more as he used to do. he has not forgotten you, though, for he said the other day you would make a splendid rebecca. it takes a dark person for that, i believe!"
maude knew the reason now why j.c. could not possibly come, and the week she had, anticipated so much seemed dreary, enough, notwithstanding it was enlivened by a box of oranges and figs from her betrothed, and a long, affectionate letter from james de vere, who spoke of the next christmas, saying he meant she should spend it at hampton.
"you will really be my cousin then," he wrote, "and i intend inviting yourself and husband to pass the holidays with us. i want my mother to know you, maude. she will like you, i am sure, for she always thinks as i do."
this letter was far more pleasing to maude's taste than were the oranges and figs, and: louis was suffered to monopolize the latter—a privilege which he appreciated, as children usually do. after the holidays j.c. paid a flying visit to laurel hill, where his presence caused quite as much pain as pleasure, so anxious he seemed to return. rochester could not well exist without him, one would suppose, from hearing him talk of the rides he planned, the surprise parties he man—aged, and the private theatricals of which he was the leader.
"do they pay you well for your services?" louis asked him once, when wearying of the same old story.
j.c. understood the hit, and during the remainder of his stay was far less egotistical than he would otherwise have been. after his departure there ensued an interval of quiet, which, as spring approached, was broken by the doctor's resuming the work of repairs, which had been suspended during the coldest weather. the partition between the parlor and the large square bedroom was removed; folding-doors were made between; the windows were cut down; a carpet was bought to match the one which maude had purchased the summer before; and then, when all was done, the doctor was seized with a fit of the blues, because it had cost so much. but he could afford to be extravagant for a wife like maude glendower, and trusting much to the wheat crop and the wool, he started for troy about the middle of march, fully expecting to receive from the lady a decisive answer as to when she would make them both perfectly happy!
with a most winning smile upon her lip and a bewitching glance in her black eyes, maude glendower took his hand in hers and begged for a little longer freedom.
"wait till next fall," she said; "i must go to saratoga one more summer. i shall never be happy if i don't, and you, i dare say, wouldn't enjoy it a bit."
the doctor was not so sure of that. her eyes, her voice, and the soft touch of her hand made him feel very queer; and he was almost willing to go to saratoga himself if by these means he could secure her.
"how much do they charge?" he asked; and, with a flash of her bright eyes, the lady answered, "i suppose both of us can get along with thirty or forty dollars a week, including everything; but that isn't much, as i don't care to stay more than two months!"
this decided the doctor. he had not three hundred dollars to throw away, and so he tried to persuade his companion to give up saratoga and go with him to laurel hill, telling her, as an inducement, of the improvements he had made.
"there were two parlors now," he said, "and with her handsome furniture they would look remarkably well."
she did not tell him that her handsome furniture was mortgaged for board and borrowed money—neither did she say that her object in going to saratoga was to try her powers upon a rich old southern bachelor who had returned from europe, and who she knew was to pass the coming summer at the springs. if she could secure him dr. kennedy might console himself as best he could, and she begged so hard to defer their marriage until the autumn that the or gave up the contest, and with a heavy heart prepared to turn his face homeward.
"you need not make any more repairs until i come; i'd rather see to them myself," miss glendower said at parting; and wondering what further improvements she could possibly suggest, now that the parlor windows were all right, the doctor bade her adieu, and started for home.
hitherto maude had been his confidant, keeping her trust so well that no one at laurel hill knew, exactly what his intentions were, and, as was very, natural, immediately after his return he went to her for sympathy in his disappointment. he found her weeping bitterly, and ere he could lay before her his own grievances she appealed to him for sympathy and aid. the man to whom her money was intrusted had speculated largely, loaning some of it out west, at twenty per cent., investing some in doubtful railroad stocks, and experimenting with the rest, until by some unlucky chance he lost the whole, and, worse than all, had nothing of his own with which to make amends. in short, maude was penniless, and j.c. de vere in despair. she had written to him immediately, and he had come, suggesting nothing, offering no advice, and saying nothing at first, except that "the man was mighty mean, and he had never liked his looks."
after a little, however, he rallied somewhat, and offered the consolatory remark that "they were in a mighty bad fix. i'll be honest," said he, "and confess that i depended upon that money to set me up in business. i was going to shave notes, and in order to do so i must have some ready, capital. it cramps me," he continued, "for, as a married man, my expenses will necessarily be more than they now are."
"we can defer our marriage," sobbed maude, whose heart throbbed painfully with every word he uttered. "we can defer our marriage a while, and possibly a part of my fortune may be regained—or, if you wish it, i will release you at once. you need not wed a penniless bride," and maude hid her face in her hands while she awaited the answer to her suggestion. j.c. de vere did love maude remington better than anyone he had ever seen, and though he caught eagerly at the marriage deferred, he was not then willing to give her up, and, with one of his impetuous bursts, he exclaimed, "i will not be released, though it may be wise to postpone our bridal day for a time, say until christmas next, when i hope to be established in business," and, touched by the suffering expression of her white face, he kissed her tears away and told her how gladly he would work for her, painting "love in a cottage," with nothing else there, until he really made himself believe that he could live on bread and water with maude, provided she gave him the lion's share!
j.c.'s great faults were selfishness, indolence, and love of money,
and maude's loss affected him deeply; still, there was no redress, and playfully bidding her "not to cry for the milkman's spilled milk," he left her on the very day when dr. kennedy returned. maude knew j.c. was keenly disappointed; that he was hardly aware what he was saying, and she wept for him rather than for the money.
dr. kennedy could offer no advice—no comfort. it had always been a maxim of his not to make that man her guardian; but women would do everything wrong, and then, as if his own trials were paramount to hers, he bored her with the story of his troubles, to which she simply answered, "i am sorry;" and this was all the sympathy either gained from the other!
in the course of a few days maude received a long letter from james de vere. he had heard from j.c. of his misfortune, and very tenderly he strove to comfort her, touching at once upon the subject which he naturally supposed lay heaviest upon her heart. the marriage need not be postponed, he said; there was room in his house and a place in his own and his mother's affections for their "cousin maude." she could live there as well as not. hampton was only half an hour's ride from rochester, and j. g., who had been admitted at the bar, could open an office in the city until something better presented.
"perhaps i may set him up in business myself," he wrote. "at all events, dear maude, you need not dim the brightness of your eyes by tears, for all will yet be well. next june shall see you a bride, unless your intended husband refuse my offer, in which case i may divine something better."
"noble man," was maude's exclamation, as she finished reading the letter, and if at that moment the two cousins rose up in contrast before her mind, who can blame her for awarding the preference to him who had penned those lines, and who thus kindly strove to remove from her pathway every obstacle to her happiness.
james de vere was indeed a noble-hearted man. generous, kind, and self-denying, he found his chief pleasure in doing others good, and he had written both to maude and j.c. just as the great kindness of his heart had prompted him to write. he did not then know that he loved maude remington, for he had never fully analyzed the nature of his feelings toward her. he knew he admired her very much, and when he wrote the note j.c. withheld he said to himself, "if she answers this, i shall write again—and again, and maybe"—he did not exactly know what lay beyond the "maybe," so he added, "we shall be very good friends."
but the note was not answered, and when his cousin's letter came, telling him of the engagement, a sharp, quick pang shot through his heart, eliciting from him a faint outcry, which caused his mother, who was present, to ask what was the matter.
"only a sudden pain," he answered, laying his hand upon his side.
"pleurisy, perhaps," the practical mother rejoined, and supposing she was right he placed the letter in his pocket and went out into the open air. it had grown uncomfortably warm, he thought, while the noise of the falling fountain in the garden made his head ache as it had never ached before; and returning to the house he sought his pleasant library. but not a volume in all those crowded shelves had power to interest him then, and with a strange disquiet he wandered from room to room, until at last, as the sun went down, he laid his throbbing temples upon his pillow, and in his feverish dreams saw again the dark-eyed maude sitting on her mother's grave, her face upturned to him, and on her lip the smile that formed her greatest beauty.
the next morning the headache was gone, and with a steady hand he wrote to his cousin and maude congratulations which he believed sincere. that j.c. was not worthy of the maiden he greatly feared, and he resolved to have a care of the young man, and try to make him what maude's husband ought to be, and when he heard of her misfortune he stepped forward with his generous offer, which j.c. instantly refused.
"he never would take his wife to live upon his relatives, he had too much pride for that, and the marriage must be deferred. a few months would make no difference. christmas was not far from june, and by that time he could do something for himself."
thus he wrote to james, who mused long upon the words, "a few months will make no difference," thinking within himself, "if i were like other men, and was about to marry maude, a few months would make a good deal of difference, but everyone to their mind." four weeks after this he went one day to canandaigua on business, and having an hour's leisure ere the arrival of the train which would take him home he sauntered into the public parlor of the hotel. near the window, at the farther extremity of the room, a young girl was looking out upon the passers-by. something in her form and dress attracted his attention, and he was approaching the spot where she stood when the sound of his footsteps caught her ear, and turning round she disclosed to view the features of maude remington.
"maude!" he exclaimed, "this is indeed a surprise. i must even claim a cousin's right to kiss you," and taking both her hands in his, he kissed her blushing cheek—coyly—timidly—for james de vere was unused to such things, and not quite certain, whether under the circumstances it were perfectly proper for him to do so or not.
leading her to the sofa, he soon learned that she had come to the village to trade, and having finished her shopping was waiting for her stepfather, who had accompanied her.
"and what of j.c.?" he asked, after a moment's silence. "has he been to visit you more than once since the crisis, as he calls it?"
maude's eyes filled with tears, for j.c.'s conduct was not wholly satisfactory to her. she remembered his loud protestations of utter disregard for her money, and she could not help thinking how little his theory and practice accorded. he had not been to see her since his flying visit in march, and though he had written several times his letters had contained little else save complaints against their "confounded luck." she could not tell this to james de vere, and she replied, "he is very busy now, i believe, in trying to make some business arrangement with the lawyer in whose office he formerly studied."
"i am glad he has roused himself at last," answered james; "he would not accept my offer, for which i am sorry, as i was anticipating much happiness in having my cousin maude at hampton during the summer. you will remain at home, i suppose."
"no," said maude hesitatingly; "or, that is, i have serious thoughts of teaching school, as i do not like to be dependent on dr. kennedy."
james de vere had once taught school for a few weeks by way of experiment, and now as he recalled the heated room, the stifling atmosphere, the constant care, and more than all, the noisy shout of triumph which greeted his ear on that memorable morning when he found himself fastened out, and knew his rule was at an end, he shuddered at the thought of maude's being exposed to similar indignities, and used all his powers of eloquence to dissuade her from her plan. maude was frank, open-hearted, and impulsive, and emboldened by james' kind, brotherly manner she gave in a most childlike manner her reason for wishing to teach.
"if i am married next winter," she said, "my wardrobe will need replenishing, for j.c. would surely be ashamed to take me as i am, and i have now no means of my own for purchasing anything."
in an instant james de vere's hand was on his purse, but ere he drew it forth he reflected that to offer money then might possibly be out of place, so he said, "i have no sister, no girl-cousin, no wife, and more money than i can use, and when the right time comes nothing can please me more than to give you your bridal outfit. may i, maude? and if you do not like to stay with dr. kennedy, come to hampton this summer and live with us, will you, maude? i want you there so much," and in the musical tones of his voice there was a deep pathos which brought the tears in torrents from maude's eyes; while she declined the generous offer she could not accept.
just then dr. kennedy appeared. he was ready, to go, he said, and bidding mr. de vere good-by, maude was soon on her way home, her spirits lighter and her heart happier for that chance meeting at the hotel. one week later mr. de vere wrote to her, saying that if she still wished to teach, she could have the school at hampton. he had seen the trustees, had agreed upon the price, and had even selected her a boarding-place near by. "i regret," said he, "that we live so far from the schoolhouse as to render it impossible for you to board with us. you might ride, i suppose, and i would cheerfully carry you every day; but, on the whole, i think you had better stop with mrs. johnson."
this letter maude took at once to her brother, from whom she had hitherto withheld her intention to teach, as she did not wish to pain him unnecessarily with the dread of a separation, which might never be. deeply had he sympathized with her in her misfortune, whispering to her that two—thirds of his own inheritance should be hers. "i can coax almost anything from father," he said, "and when i am twenty-one i'll ask him to give me my portion, and then i'll take you to europe. you won't be old, maude, only twenty-seven, and i shall be proud when the people say that beautiful woman with eyes like stars is the crippled artist's sister!"
in all his plans he made no mention of j.c., whose conduct he despised, and whose character he began to read aright.
"maude will never marry him, i hope," he thought, and when she brought to him the letter from james de vere, the noble little fellow conquered his own feelings, and with a hopeful heart as to the result of that summer's teaching he bade her go. so it was all arranged, and the next letter which went from maude to j.c. carried the intelligence that his betrothed was going "to turn country school-ma'am, and teach the hampton brats their a b c's," so at last he said to mrs. kelsey and her niece, between whom and himself there was a perfectly good understanding, and to whom he talked of his future prospects without reserve. mrs. kelsey was secretly delighted, for matters were shaping themselves much as she would wish. her brother evinced no particular, desire to have his daughter at home, and she determined to keep her as long as there was the slightest chance of winning j.c. de vere. he was now a regular visitor at her house, and lest he should suspect her design, she spoke often and respectfully of maude, whose cause she seemed to have espoused, and when he came to her with the news of her teaching she sympathized with him at once.
"it would be very mortifying," she said, "to marry a district school-mistress, though there was some comfort in knowing that his friends were as yet ignorant of the engagement."
"let them remain so a while longer," was the hasty answer of j.c., who, as time passed on, became more and more unwilling that the gay world should know of his engagement with one who was not an heiress after all.
