within a month carey's bank broke, not altogether unexpectedly. the breaking carried dismay and desolation into not a few households in redcross, and administered a sharp shock—productive of much startled speculation, and roused distrust, even in those quarters which had not suffered financially by the bankruptcy. the stoppage of a bank, with little hope of its resuming its functions, is like the stoppage of a heart which will never beat again. it may have been dreaded as a possible calamity, and occasionally hinted at in awed whispers; but when the blow falls it does so with a stunning, crushing force because of its irreparable nature and far-reaching ruin.
there was just a little preparation to herald the catastrophe. poor carey, an honest, weak tool of dishonest speculators and birds of prey in the shape of needy, unscrupulous relations, when the appalling tidings reached him which could only
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betoken immediate wreck, did all that there was left to him to do. he called a meeting of the redcross shareholders. these were the leading professional men in the town who had invested their savings, and a small proportion of the neighbouring country gentlemen who had put a little capital—not often to spare in those days—in a concern once regarded as sound and incapable of collapse as the bank of england itself. with a faltering tongue and a hanging head the nominal head of the firm told to those nearly concerned what was coming on them. nobody reproached him; either no man had the heart, or all felt the uselessness of reproaches. certainly these shareholders' silence was his heaviest punishment.
they made a hasty examination, as far as they could, for themselves, and then the meeting broke up. its members did not even linger to consult, being well assured that consultation, like reproaches, would be of no avail; the failure was so much more extensive and complete than their worst fears had led them to anticipate. the men looked blankly in each other's whitening faces and sought the refuge of their own houses at first. there would be time enough for outcry, for desperate plans and schemes a little later.
poor dr. millar had not even this breathing space. it happened to be a particularly busy day
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with him. various neutral individuals, in no way concerned with carey's bank, even when its misfortunes should be made public, took that inconvenient time for falling ill, and their medical man had to attend upon them with spasmodic promptitude and mechanical attention—projected, as it were, against the dazed and confused background of his brain. after all he was glad of his profession with its outward and immediate calls, taking him out of himself in the hour when he had heard the worst. he preferred to be about the town doing battle with this man's attack of paralysis and that woman's symptoms of typhoid, even though his ears were ringing with clamorous questions which no one else could hear or answer. how was he to pay up the liabilities of his bank shares from his dwindling practice? what about inexperienced young girls driven out to make their own way in the world, and the gentlewoman (in every sense of the word) whom he had loved and cherished for four-and-twenty years, soon to be left a desolate, all but unprovided for widow? but better a thousand times to be dragged in different directions than to be sitting like russell, locked in his room, his little children and their young mother shut out, holding between his hands the erect head of a soldier who had come out of many a hard battle, but none so hard as this ambuscade which had
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been sprung upon him after he had been invalided a dozen years before, and returned home to spend his declining years in peace. better than to have to write sermons and read prayers, like the rector, and pause between every sentence to take himself sternly to task. was it common forethought and prudence, with the necessity of providing for the wants of a household, which even the apostle paul had commended, or was it worldly-mindedness and greed which had brought him, a beneficed clergyman, a priest in holy orders, the vowed servant of a king whose kingdom was not of this world, to this lamentable pass? yes; he would be dishonoured in the eyes of men, a debtor who could not pay his debts, and even with the support of his bishop would be scarcely able to weather the storm, while he must make up his mind, as he was an honest man, that he and his should endure the pinch of poverty for the rest of his days.
annie and dora had been out on a shopping expedition, and were coming in talking and laughing as usual, when they were startled by the apparition of their mother standing in the doorway of her room, and motioning to them to come in directly and speak with her. the poor lady really looked like a ghost, as she stood there with her fine colour gone, beckoning to her daughters with
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her hand, as if the power of speech had suddenly forsaken her.
"what is it, mother?" cried the alarmed girls in one breath, hurrying towards her. "has anything happened? is anybody ill?"
"hush! hush, my dears," said mrs. millar in a low tone, carefully shutting the door of her room behind the girls, as if she were ready to guard her secret with her life—at the same time painfully sensible that the bad news would be all over redcross the next day, or the next after that. "i thought it would be better to tell you myself; nobody in the house knows anything of it yet, except your father and me."
"but what is it, mother; you have not told us?" annie urged; while mrs. millar sank down in a low wicker chair, and her daughter dora instinctively stooped over her, and began to set her vagrant cap right.
"never mind my cap, my love," said mrs. millar hurriedly, and then she grew incoherent. "what does it matter, when perhaps i may not long have a cap to wear."
annie and dora stared at each other in consternation. was their mother going out of her senses?
"it is the bank, carey's bank," said mrs. millar, recovering herself, "oh dear! i am afraid it is in a very bad way."
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"is that it?" cried annie vaguely but gravely, opening wide her brown eyes. "is it going to fail?" she, too, spoke of the bank as if it were a responsible being.
"annie, annie, take care what you say. girls are so heedless. i tell you it is very dangerous to make such broad statements. you do not know what harm you may do by a single word when you are so childishly outspoken." mrs. millar felt bound even yet to give her own words the timid qualification, though she was forced to add the next moment, "your father has suspected things were going wrong for some time, and spoken of his suspicions to me repeatedly. he has just come back from a private meeting of the redcross shareholders. he says in consequence of some additional losses in south america, i think, and inability to realize capital there, the bank cannot meet two or three heavy calls at home. i daresay i am not telling you rightly, for i don't understand business, and i don't suppose you do."
"i understand so far, that if this is not failure, i don't know what is," said annie.
"don't, annie," said dora; "let mother tell us in her own way; it is not easy for her, it is a dreadful misfortune."
"you may say that, dora," exclaimed her mother. "your father does not believe the bank
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can hold out for another week; it may stop payment to-morrow, since there are rumours afloat which will destroy what credit it has left."
"will no other bank help it?" cried annie shrewdly.
"i believe not," said mrs. millar dolefully.
"then there will be a run, like what one has read of in similar circumstances—a rush of the people, and a riot in the town," suggested annie, getting excited over the idea. "the police may have to guard the bank and the bank house—soldiers may have to come from nenthorn!"
"oh, surely not," cried dora; "the poor careys—who could treat them so cruelly?"
"no, no," said mrs. millar; "there is one good thing, your father does not think there will be much ill-feeling, or anything like an angry mob, or tumult—not even when the people see the closed doors. there has always been such confidence in carey's bank, the careys have been respected for generations; even now it is james carey's misfortune and not his fault, though he may have been misled and imposed upon; and, after all, the depositors are tolerably sure of their money in time. but your father is afraid," she ended, her voice sinking, "that it will go hard with the shareholders."
"and poor father is one of them," said annie quickly.
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"poor father!" echoed dora piteously; "and you, poor, poor mother, to have to think of us, and break it to us, while your heart is with father."
"and he has not even been left in peace for a single afternoon, to make up his mind what we shall do," lamented his sympathetic wife. "as usual, so many tiresome people have fallen ill—as if they did it on purpose, and sent for him."
"i daresay they could not help it," said annie, "and i don't think it would quite suit father if they were never ill."
"don't speak so unfeelingly, child," remonstrated her mother; "well, i suppose i gave you a bad example," she corrected herself immediately, "but i have been in such trouble since lunch time."
"poor mother!" repeated dora in a voice that was only more soft and caressing because of its sorrowfulness. she was very fond of her mother, who reciprocated the special fondness, while dr. millar was rather inclined to favour annie and rose, and both father and mother petted may.
"will it ruin us, mother?" inquired annie directly, but before her mother could answer her, annie's practical mind took a sudden flight. it went straight back to the purchases which she and rose had been making that afternoon. they had been at "robinson's," of all places. but tom robinson was only to be seen in the glass office,
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or walking about the place in the morning, at hours which these two customers had carefully avoided. dora's heart had quaked all the same, in dread of an event which, bad enough when it was confined to a passing bow, or a limp hand-shake and half a dozen words exchanged in the street, would have been intolerable in "robinson's," under the eyes of his satellites. yet for the millars to have refrained altogether from going to the one great shop in the town, where women oft did congregate, would have been to expose an event, the participators in which devoutly hoped was buried in oblivion. they had been in miss franklin's department without anything untoward happening; but it was neither "robinson's" nor the person who served them there that flashed like lightning across annie's thoughts at this crisis. it was the articles the girls had been buying, the tussore silk and torchon lace for frocks that annie and dora had meant to wear at a garden-party—for which the dyers, the new people who had come to redcross manor-house, had sent out invitations. if the millars were ruined, they were not likely to go to many more garden-parties, and though the sisters might still want frocks, yet frocks of tussore silk trimmed with torchon lace—granted that the materials had appeared a modest and becoming wear for a doctor's daughters an hour before—might
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not be quite an appropriate selection in the family's altered circumstances.
"it depends upon what you call ruin," mrs. millar was saying falteringly, "and of course the bank's assets may turn out better than is thought just now, though your father is far from hopeful. he says all his savings will go, and he may count on having to pay bank 'calls' on his income till the business is wound up, which may not be in his lifetime. no doubt he is taking the darkest view of things at present." then she yielded to the relief of pouring forth some of the coming woes in detail. "oh, my dears, your father says, though nothing can be settled in a moment, there is one thing certain—this house must be given up."
"our house!" cried both of the girls in dismay.
"where we were all born, where father himself was born," pleaded dora, still hanging about her mother.
"the old doctor's house—why, it seems to belong to the practice," protested annie, sitting down, taking off her hat and tossing it on the bed as if the better to realize the situation.
"no, i don't think it would hurt the practice—not in a town the size of redcross, where everybody would know where your father was to be found, though he were to change his house again and again. still it does seem hard," she admitted, as
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she covertly wiped away a tear, "particularly when the fault has not been ours—we have always lived within your father's income, even though his practice has been falling off in these bad times, what with his getting up in years, and what with these young doctors trying to get in their hands everywhere. he tells me that he has never had to find fault with me for extravagance," she finished wistfully.
"i should think not," said annie emphatically. "why you have always been as simple as simple could be in your own tastes and habits, not a woman in your circle dresses more quietly. you have hardly even driven in the brougham when father was not wanting it, in case you should over-work the horse—you have always said, but i really believe that you chose to walk for the simple reason that many of your acquaintances had no choice. nobody can ever reflect upon you, mother, for having wasted either father's means or other people's," said annie, with a bright glance which became her infinitely.
"thank you, my love, for saying so," replied her mother gratefully; "and you see it is as well that i did not accustom myself to driving, among other indulgences, for another of the retrenchments which your father mentioned was putting down the brougham. yet how he is to manage his more
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distant patients on foot, at his age, i cannot imagine," she broke off in helpless distress, clasping her hands tightly together, according to a way she had. "it seems downright madness to propose it."
"then you may be sure it will be prevented," said dora with earnest trustfulness, as she gently patted her mother's cap. "nobody can ask a sacrifice from him which he is unable to make. mother, do you know what i was thinking? that the only occasions on which you and father were regardless of expense have been where the profit or pleasure of us girls was concerned. you have given us every advantage you could get for us in the shape of education. you sent annie and me to london to take these costly music-lessons;—annie, i wish we had made more of them. you arranged that we should go on that foreign tour with the ludlows."
"we did our best for you—your father and i. i think i may say that," admitted mrs. millar simply.
dora went on eagerly with her generous catalogue. "there was the young artist who exhibits at the academy and the grosvenor, who was sketching at nenthorn, you had him over at a high price once a week, and he condescended to help rose with her drawing and painting. then there was mr. blake, the university man whom father
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considered so far in advance of any classical master miss burridge could afford, he was induced so long as he was staying at woodleigh to bring on may with her latin and greek."
"so far so good," said mrs. millar, in her excitement borrowing one of her husband's brisk, cut and dry phrases. "i hope you will reap the benefit of any effort we made, dears, because"—she hesitated, and nearly broke down—"well, i don't think you need mind so much your father's giving up this house and going into a smaller one; i'm sure i don't mind it at all when i think what other people will have to suffer; and as for you, why, you may not be here—not always, at least. we are afraid, your father and i, that you'll need to go and do something to keep yourselves."
"to be sure," said annie promptly. "don't trouble about that, mother; we'll be only too glad to be of use!"
"we'll be too thankful to relieve you and father as much as we can," said dora in a voice soft and fervent, but less assured.
"that will be the least trial," asserted annie fearlessly.
"oh, you don't know what you're saying!" cried mrs. millar, fairly giving way and permitting herself to sob for a minute or two behind her handkerchief. "you are dear, good girls! i knew you would be,
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and so brave that i ought to take courage; but young people are so hopeful and inexperienced. i don't wish you to be unhopeful, of course, still you cannot tell what it is for your father and me to send our girls—our own girls whom we have been so proud and fond of, that have been making the old house brighter and brighter ever since they were born—out into a cold world, to have to struggle for a pittance, to lose their youth and its privileges, to be knocked about, and perhaps ill-treated, and looked down upon by people in every way their inferiors."
"don't, mother," interrupted annie with decision; "you're conjuring up bogies which have ceased to exist now-a-days. think of the women who go out into the world by no compulsion, simply for the honour and pleasure of the thing, because they will not stay at home to lead idle, useless lives, when there is needful work to be done abroad. i don't question that they have difficulties to encounter, but i have yet to learn that staying at home will keep away crosses. brave women can bear whatever trouble comes. i have often thought of such workers, if you will believe me"—the girl was in a glow of animation—"with both shame and envy. it is true i have not proposed to join them," she added in a lower tone, "because i knew i was young for such work and not half good enough or clever
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enough, and because we were all so happy at home—you and father made us so," and annie turned away her head, and forthwith came tumbling down a few steps from the exalted position she had taken up.
"no, don't tell me, annie millar," said her mother with something like passionate resistance, "that any good father or mother can be glad to send their young daughters out into the wide world to fight and suffer by themselves. it is not natural and it is not true. it is an altogether different thing to give them to good men who will take care of them and make them happy."
"but if the good men are not forthcoming, or if they happen to be the wrong men," protested annie. there was an irresistible twinkle in her dark eyes, in spite of the care and trouble that had come upon the household, which she was too sensible and warm-hearted a girl not to share fully.
dora stood conscience-stricken and guilty-looking, until, as she stroked her mother's locked hands, she at last found words to put in her humble petition, "we shan't all go away, mother dear. father and you must let one of us stay to take care of you and cheer you?"
"oh, my dear, we are not old enough, at least i am not old enough to accept such a boon,
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supposing we are very poor," said mrs. millar sadly, "and in that case it might be sacrificing one of you, and spoiling your prospects in life."
"no, no," cried dora vehemently.
"dora means that one of us ought to stay at home to set your cap right," said annie brusquely.
it sounded an inopportune jest, positively unfeeling. the truth was annie still laboured under the common youthful necessity to hide her deeper feelings, an obligation made up of a touch of hysterical excitement, pride, shyness, and possibly the unsubdued buoyance of two-and-twenty years. the last is apt to rebound swiftly, with a mixture of cheerfulness and defiance from any sorrow, short of the one sorrow which cannot be trampled down or made light of, that has its root in a grave. annie must find something to laugh at, to get fun out of, in the tribulation which she nevertheless felt in every nerve of her body, to the core of her heart.
"i ought to be able to keep my cap straight," said poor mrs. millar very literally and meekly, looking a little puzzled by annie's ill-timed nonsense, and apparent hardness. "i daresay i should pin it, but the pins drag my hair so and hurt me."
"never think of it, mother," said mild dora indignantly, looking daggers at annie.
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"of course i did not mean that, mother. i was not in earnest," annie made the penitent amendment.
"you are right to make the best of things," said mrs. millar, giving a little shivering sigh on her own account. "it is the will of providence. we are in god's hands, poor mr. carey and all of us, as we were a year ago—twenty years ago when you two were babies."
they were simple truisms which she uttered, but they were honest words, which meant a great deal to her. they borrowed impressiveness from the truthfulness of the speaker, in addition to the truth of the sayings, and by force of sympathy told on the listening girls, quieting and controlling them.
"poor mr. carey as you say, mother," annie caught up the words. "well, i suppose the careys will be in a far worse plight than we can be, and cyril has been such a fool, though i don't suppose he meant much harm, with his dandyisms and idleness and his college airs—all that he has brought back from college."
"hush! child," exclaimed the elder, more tolerant woman. "he has been a silly, selfish lad, but as he will know it now, to his cost, i do not like to hear you casting it in his teeth to-day. perhaps it will steady him, and then
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this misfortune will be a blessing so far as he is concerned."
"rather hard that we should all be sacrificed to prop up cyril's weak moral nature," muttered annie.
"and the russells," suggested dora. "i have heard colonel russell speaking to father, as if he and the rector also had to do with the bank. oh! there is ned hewett, who has not passed his cambridge examination any more than cyril carey. not that it has been ned's fault, or that he goes in for nothing save amusement, only he is so slow over his books, poor fellow! he will grudge his father's having spent money over him to no purpose more than ever now; and lucy and bell will be sorry for him—they are so fond of ned."
