dr. alec had not arrived, but bad tidings had, as rose guessed the instant her eyes fell upon aunt plenty, hobbling downstairs with her cap awry, her face pale, and a letter flapping wildly in her hand as she cried distractedly: "oh, my boy! my boy! sick, and i not there to nurse him! malignant fever, so far away. what can those children do? why did i let alec go?"

rose got her into the parlor, and while the poor old lady lamented, she read the letter which phebe had sent to her that she might "break the news carefully to rose."

dear miss plenty,-please read this to yourself first, and tell my little mistress as you think best. the dear doctor is very ill, but i am with him, and shall not leave him day or night till he is safe. so trust me, and do not be anxious, for everything shall be done that care and skill and entire devotion can do. he would not let us tell you before, fearing you would try to come at the risk of your health. indeed it would be useless, for only one nurse is needed, and i came first, so do not let rose or anybody else rob me of my right to the danger and the duty. mac has written to his father, for dr. alec is now too ill to know what we do, and we both felt that you ought to be told without further delay. he has a bad malignant fever, caught no one can tell how, unless among some poor emigrants whom he met wandering about quite forlorn in a strange city. he understood portuguese and sent them to a proper place when they had told their story. but i fear he has suffered for his kindness, for this fever came on rapidly, and before he knew what it was i was there, and it was too late to send me away.

now i can show you how grateful i am, and if need be give my life so gladly for this friend who has been a father to me. tell rose his last conscious word and thought were for her. "don't let her come; keep my darling safe." oh, do obey him! stay safely at home and, god helping me, i'll bring uncle alec back in time. mac does all i will let him. we have the best physicians, and everything is going as well as can be hoped till the fever turns.

dear miss plenty, pray for him and for me, that i may do this one happy thing for those who have done so much for

"your ever dutiful and loving

"phebe."

as rose looked up from the letter, half stunned by the sudden news and the great danger, she found that the old lady had already stopped useless bewailing and was praying heartily, like one who knew well where help was to be found. rose went and knelt down at her knee, laying her face on the clasped hands in her lap, and for a few minutes neither wept nor spoke. then a stifled sob broke from the girl, and aunt plenty gathered the young head in her arms, saying, with the slow tears of age trickling down her own withered cheeks,-

"bear up, my lamb, bear up. the good lord won't take him from us i am sure and that brave child will be allowed to pay her debt to him. i feel she will."

"but i want to help. i must go, aunty, i must: no matter what the danger is," cried rose, full of a tender jealousy of phebe for being first to brave peril for the sake of him who had been a father to them both.

"you can't go, dear, it's no use now, and she is right to say, 'keep away.' i know those fevers, and the ones who nurse often take it, and fare worse for the strain they've been through. good girl to stand by so bravely, to be so sensible, and not let mac go too near! she's a grand nurse alec couldn't have a better, and she'll never leave him till he's safe," said miss plenty excitedly.

"ah, you begin to know her now, and value her as you ought. i think few would have done as she has, and if she does get ill and die, it will be our fault partly, because she'd go through fire and water to make us do her justice and receive her as we ought," cried rose, proud of an example which she longed to follow.

"if she brings my boy home, i'll never say another word. she may marry every nephew i've got, if she likes, and i'll give her my blessing," exclaimed aunt plenty, feeling that no price would be too much to pay for such a deed.

rose was going to clap her hands, but wrung them instead, remembering with a sudden pang that the battle was not over yet, and it was much too soon to award the honors.

before she could speak uncle mac and aunt jane hurried in, for mac's letter had come with the other, and dismay fell upon the family at the thought of danger to the well-beloved uncle alec. his brother decided to go at once, and aunt jane insisted on accompanying him, though all agreed that nothing could be done but wait, and leave phebe at her post as long as she held out, since it was too late to save her from danger now and mac reported her quite equal to the task.

great was the hurry and confusion till the relief party was off. aunt plenty was heartbroken that she could not go with them, but felt that she was too infirm to be useful and, like a sensible old soul, tried to content herself with preparing all sorts of comforts for the invalid. rose was less patient, and at first had wild ideas of setting off alone and forcing her way to the spot where all her thoughts now centered. but before she could carry out any rash project, aunt myra's palpitations set in so alarmingly that they did good service for once and kept rose busy taking her last directions and trying to soothe her dying bed, for each attack was declared fatal till the patient demanded toast and tea, when hope was again allowable and the rally began.

the news flew fast, as such tidings always do, and aunt plenty was constantly employed in answering inquiries, for her knocker kept up a steady tattoo for several days. all sorts of people came: gentlefolk and paupers, children with anxious little faces, old people full of sympathy, pretty girls sobbing as they went away, and young men who relieved their feelings by swearing at all emigrants in general and portuguese in particular. it was touching and comforting to see how many loved the good man who was known only by his benefactions and now lay suffering far away, quite unconscious how many unsuspected charities were brought to light by this grateful solicitude as hidden flowers spring up when warm rains fall.

if rose had ever felt that the gift of living for others was a poor one, she saw now how beautiful and blessed it was how rich the returns, how wide the influence, how much more precious the tender tie which knit so many hearts together than any breath of fame or brilliant talent that dazzled but did not win and warm. in after years she found how true her uncle's words had been and, listening to eulogies of great men, felt less moved and inspired by praises of their splendid gifts than by the sight of some good man's patient labor for the poorest of his kind. her heroes ceased to be the world's favorites and became such as garrison fighting for his chosen people; howe restoring lost senses to the deaf, the dumb, and blind; sumner unbribable, when other men were bought and sold and many a large-hearted woman working as quietly as abby gibbons, who for thirty years had made christmas merry for two hundred little paupers in a city almshouse, besides saving magdalens and teaching convicts.

the lesson came to rose when she was ready for it, and showed her what a noble profession philanthropy is, made her glad of her choice, and helped fit her for a long life full of the loving labor and sweet satisfaction unostentatious charity brings to those who ask no reward and are content if "only god knows."

several anxious weeks went by with wearing fluctuations of hope and fear, for life and death fought over the prize each wanted, and more than once death seemed to have won. but phebe stood at her post, defying both danger and death with the courage and devotion women often show. all her soul and strength were in her work, and when it seemed most hopeless, she cried out with the passionate energy which seems to send such appeals straight up to heaven: "grant me this one boon, dear lord, and i will never ask another for myself!"

such prayers avail much, and such entire devotion often seems to work miracles when other aids are in vain. phebe's cry was answered, her self-forgetful task accomplished, and her long vigil rewarded with a happy dawn. dr. alec always said that she kept him alive by the force of her will, and that, during the hours when he seemed to lie unconscious, he felt a strong, warm hand holding his, as if keeping him away from the swift current trying to sweep him away. the happiest hour of all her life was that in which he knew her, looked up with the shadow of a smile in his hollow eyes, and tried to say in his old cheery way: "tell rose i've turned the corner, thanks to you, my child."

she answered very quietly, smoothed the pillow, and saw him drop asleep again before she stole away into the other room, meaning to write the good news, but could only throw herself down and find relief for a full heart in the first tears she had shed for weeks. mac found her there, and took such care of her that she was ready to go back to her place,-now indeed a post of honor while he ran off to send home a telegram which made many hearts sing for joy and caused jamie, in his first burst of delight, to propose to ring all the city bells and order out the cannon: "saved thanks to god and phebe."

that was all, but everyone was satisfied, and everyone fell a-crying, as if hope needed much salty water to strengthen it. that was soon over, however, and then people went about smiling and saying to one another, with handshakes or embraces, "he is better no doubt of it now!" a general desire to rush away and assure themselves of the truth pervaded the family for some days, and nothing but awful threats from mac, stern mandates from the doctor, and entreaties from phebe not to undo her work kept miss plenty, rose, and aunt jessie at home.

as the only way in which they could ease their minds and bear the delay, they set about spring cleaning with an energy which scared the spiders and drove charwomen distracted. if the old house had been infected with smallpox, it could not have been more vigorously scrubbed, aired, and refreshed. early as it was, every carpet was routed up, curtains pulled down, cushions banged, and glory holes turned out till not a speck of dust, a last year's fly, or stray straw could be found. then they all sat down and rested in such an immaculate mansion that one hardly dared to move for fear of destroying the shining order everywhere visible.

it was late in april before this was accomplished, and the necessary quarantine of the absentees well over. the first mild days seemed to come early, so that dr. alec might return with safety from the journey which had so nearly been his last. it was perfectly impossible to keep any member of the family away on that great occasion. they came from all quarters in spite of express directions to the contrary, for the invalid was still very feeble and no excitement must be allowed. as if the wind carried the glad news, uncle jem came into port the night before; will and geordie got a leave on their own responsibility; steve would have defied the entire faculty, had it been necessary; and uncle mac and archie said simultaneously, "business be hanged today."

of course the aunts arrived in all their best, all cautioning everybody else to keep quiet and all gabbling excitedly at the least provocation. jamie suffered the most during that day, so divided was he between the desire to behave well and the frantic impulse to shout at the top of his voice, turn somersaults, and race all over the house. occasional bolts into the barn, where he let off steam by roaring and dancing jigs, to the great dismay of the fat old horses and two sedate cows, helped him to get through that trying period.

but the heart that was fullest beat and fluttered in rose's bosom as she went about putting spring flowers everywhere; very silent, but so radiant with happiness that the aunts watched her, saying softly to one another, "could an angel look sweeter?"

if angels ever wore pale green gowns and snowdrops in their hair, had countenances full of serenest joy, and large eyes shining with an inward light that made them very lovely, then rose did look like one. but she felt like a woman and well she might, for was not life very rich that day, when uncle, friend, and lover were coming back to her together? could she ask anything more, except the power to be to all of them the creature they believed her, and to return the love they gave her with one as faithful, pure, and deep?

among the portraits in the hall hung one of dr. alec, done soon after his return by charlie in one of his brief fits of inspiration. only a crayon, but wonderfully lifelike and carefully finished, as few of the others were. this had been handsomely framed and now held the place of honor, garlanded with green wreaths, while the great indian jar below blazed with a pyramid of hothouse flowers sent by kitty. rose was giving these a last touch, with dulce close by, cooing over a handful of sweet "daffydowndillies," when the sound of wheels sent her flying to the door. she meant to have spoken the first welcome and had the first embrace, but when she saw the altered face in the carriage, the feeble figure being borne up the steps by all the boys, she stood motionless till phebe caught her in her arms, whispering with a laugh and a cry struggling in her voice,-

"i did it for you, my darling, all for you!"

"oh, phebe, never say again you owe me anything! i never can repay you for this," was all rose had time to answer as they stood one instant cheek to cheek, heart to heart, both too full of happiness for many words.

aunt plenty had heard the wheels also and, as everybody rose en masse, had said as impressively as extreme agitation would allow, while she put her glasses on upside down and seized a lace tidy instead of her handkerchief,-

"stop! all stay here, and let me receive alec. remember his weak state, and be calm, quite calm, as i am.'

"yes, aunt, certainly," was the general murmur of assent, but it was as impossible to obey as it would have been to keep feathers still in a gale, and one irresistible impulse carried the whole roomful into the hall to behold aunt plenty beautifully illustrating her own theory of composure by waving the tidy wildly, rushing into dr. alec's arms, and laughing and crying with a hysterical abandonment which even aunt myra could not have surpassed.

the tearful jubilee was soon over, however, and no one seemed the worse for it, for the instant his arms were at liberty, dr. alec forgot himself and began to make other people happy by saying seriously, though his thin face beamed paternally, as he drew phebe forward,-

"aunt plenty, but for this good daughter i never should have come back to be so welcomed. love her for my sake."

then the old lady came out splendidly and showed her mettle, for, turning to phebe, she bowed her gray head as if saluting an equal and, offering her hand, answered with repentance, admiration, and tenderness trembling in her voice: "i'm proud to do it for her own sake. i ask pardon for my silly prejudices, and i'll prove that i'm sincere by where's that boy?"

there were six boys present, but the right one was in exactly the right place at the right moment, and, seizing archie's hand, aunt plenty put phebe's into it, trying to say something appropriately solemn, but could not, so hugged them both and sobbed out,-

"if i had a dozen nephews, i'd give them all to you, my dear, and dance at the wedding, though i had rheumatism in every limb."

that was better than any oration, for it set them all to laughing, and dr. alec was floated to the sofa on a gentle wave of merriment. once there, everyone but rose and aunt plenty was ordered off by mac, who was in command now and seemed to have sunk the poet in the physician.

"the house must be perfectly quiet, and he must go to sleep as soon as possible after the journey, so all say 'good-bye' now and call again tomorrow," he said, watching his uncle anxiously as he leaned in the sofa corner, with four women taking off his wraps, three boys contending for his overshoes, two brothers shaking hands at short intervals, and aunt myra holding a bottle of strong salts under his devoted nose every time there was an opening anywhere.

with difficulty the house was partially cleared, and then, while aunt plenty mounted guard over her boy, rose stole away to see if mac had gone with the rest, for as yet they had hardly spoken in the joyful flurry, though eyes and hands had met.

22

short and sweet

in the hall she found steve and kitty, for he had hidden his little sweetheart behind the big couch, feeling that she had a right there, having supported his spirits during the late anxiety with great constancy and courage. they seemed so cozy, billing and cooing in the shadow of the gay vase, that rose would have slipped silently away if they had not seen and called to her.

"he's not gone i guess you'll find him in the parlor," said steve, divining with a lover's instinct the meaning of the quick look she had cast at the hat rack as she shut the study door behind her.

"mercy, no! archie and phebe are there, so he'd have the sense to pop into the sanctum and wait, unless you'd like me to go and bring him out?" added kitty, smoothing rose's ruffled hair and settling the flowers on the bosom where uncle alec's head had lain until he fell asleep.

"no, thank you, i'll go to him when i've seen my phebe. she won't mind me," answered rose, moving on to the parlor.

"look here," called steve, "do advise them to hurry up and all be married at once. we were just ready when uncle fell ill, and now we cannot wait a day later than the first of may."

"rather short notice," laughed rose, looking back with the doorknob in her hand.

"we'll give up all our splendor, and do it as simply as you like, if you will only come too. think how lovely! three weddings at once! do fly round and settle things there's a dear," implored kitty, whose imagination was fired with this romantic idea.

"how can i, when i have no bridegroom yet?" began rose, with conscious color in her telltale face.

"sly creature! you know you've only got to say a word and have a famous one. una and her lion will be nothing to it," cried steve, bent on hastening his brother's affair, which was much too dilatory and peculiar for his taste.

"he has been in no haste to come home, and i am in no haste to leave it. don't wait for me, 'mr. and mrs. harry walmers, jr.,' i shall be a year at least making up my mind, so you may lead off as splendidly as you like and i'll profit by your experience." and rose vanished into the parlor, leaving steve to groan over the perversity of superior women and kitty to comfort him by promising to marry him on may day "all alone."

a very different couple occupied the drawing room, but a happier one, for they had known the pain of separation and were now enjoying the bliss of a reunion which was to last unbroken for their lives. phebe sat in an easy chair, resting from her labors, pale and thin and worn, but lovelier in archie's eyes than ever before. it was very evident that he was adoring his divinity, for, after placing a footstool at her feet, he had forgotten to get up and knelt there with his elbow on the arm of her chair, looking like a thirsty man drinking long drafts of the purest water.

"shall i disturb you if i pass through?" asked rose, loath to spoil the pretty tableau.

"not if you stop a minute on the way and congratulate me, cousin, for she says 'yes' at last!" cried archie, springing up to go and bring her to the arms phebe opened as she appeared.

"i knew she would reward your patience and put away her pride when both had been duly tried," said rose, laying the tired head on her bosom with such tender admiration in her eyes that phebe had to shake some bright drops from her own before she could reply in a tone of grateful humility that showed how much her heart was touched: "how can i help it, when they are all so kind to me? any pride would melt away under such praise and thanks and loving wishes as i've had today, for every member of the family has taken pains to welcome me, to express far too much gratitude, and to beg me to be one of you. i needed very little urging, but when archie's father and mother came and called me 'daughter,' i would have promised anything to show my love for them."

"and him," added rose, but archie seemed quite satisfied and kissed the hand he held as if it had been that of a beloved princess while he said with all the pride phebe seemed to have lost: "think what she gives up for me fame and fortune and the admiration of many a better man. you don't know what a splendid prospect she has of becoming one of the sweet singers who are loved and honored everywhere, and all this she puts away for my sake, content to sing for me alone, with no reward but love."

"i am so glad to make a little sacrifice for a great happiness i never shall regret it or think my music lost if it makes home cheerful for my mate. birds sing sweetest in their own nests, you know." and phebe bent toward him with a look and gesture which plainly showed how willingly she offered up all ambitious hopes upon the altar of a woman's happy love.

both seemed to forget that they were not alone, and in a moment they were, for a sudden impulse carried rose to the door of her sanctum, as if the south wind which seemed to have set in was wafting this little ship also toward the islands of the blessed, where the others were safely anchored now.

the room was a blaze of sunshine and a bower of spring freshness and fragrance, for here rose had let her fancy have free play, and each garland, fern, and flower had its meaning. mac seemed to have been reading this sweet language of symbols, to have guessed why charlie's little picture was framed in white roses, why pansies hung about his own, why psyche was half hidden among feathery sprays of maidenhair, and a purple passion flower lay at cupid's feet. the last fancy evidently pleased him, for he was smiling over it, and humming to himself as if to beguile his patient waiting, the burden of the air rose had so often sung to him:

"'bonny lassie, will ye gang, will ye gang

to the birks of aberfeldie?'"

"yes, mac, anywhere!"

he had not heard her enter, and wheeling around, looked at her with a radiant face as he said, drawing a long breath, "at last! you were so busy over the dear man, i got no word. but i can wait i'm used to it."

rose stood quite still, surveying him with a new sort of reverence in her eyes, as she answered with a sweet solemnity that made him laugh and redden with the sensitive joy of one to whom praise from her lips was very precious: "you forget that you are not the mac who went away. i should have run to meet my cousin, but i did not dare to be familiar with the poet whom all begin to honor."

"you like the mixture, then? you know i said i'd try to give you love and poetry together."

"like it! i'm so glad, so proud, i haven't any words strong and beautiful enough to half express my wonder and my admiration. how could you do it, mac?" and a whole face full of smiles broke loose as rose clapped her hands, looking as if she could dance with sheer delight at his success.

"it did itself, up there among the hills, and here with you, or out alone upon the sea. i could write a heavenly poem this very minute, and put you in as spring you look like her in that green gown with snowdrops in your bonny hair. rose, am i getting on a little? does a hint of fame help me nearer to the prize i'm working for? is your heart more willing to be won?"

he did not stir a step, but looked at her with such intense longing that his glance seemed to draw her nearer like an irresistible appeal, for she went and stood before him, holding out both hands, as if she offered all her little store, as she said with simplest sincerity: "it is not worth so much beautiful endeavor, but if you still want so poor a thing, it is yours."

he caught her hands in his and seemed about to take the rest of her, but hesitated for an instant, unable to believe that so much happiness was true.

"are you sure, rose very sure? don't let a momentary admiration blind you i'm not a poet yet, and the best are but mortal men, you know."

"it is not admiration, mac."

"nor gratitude for the small share i've taken in saving uncle? i had my debt to pay, as well as phebe, and was as glad to risk my life."

"no it is not gratitude."

"nor pity for my patience? i've only done a little yet, and i am as far as ever from being like your hero. i can work and wait still longer if you are not sure, for i must have all or nothing."

"oh, mac! why will you be so doubtful? you said you'd make me love you, and you've done it. will you believe me now?" and, with a sort of desperation, she threw herself into his arms, clinging there in eloquent silence while he held her close; feeling, with a thrill of tender triumph, that this was no longer little rose, but a loving woman, ready to live and die for him.

"now i'm satisfied!" he said presently, when she lifted up her face, full of maidenly shame at the sudden passion which had carried her out of her self for a moment. "no don't slip away so soon. let me keep you for one blessed minute and feel that i have really found my psyche."

"and i my cupid," answered rose, laughing, in spite of her emotion, at the idea of mac in that sentimental character.

he laughed, too, as only a happy lover could, then said, with sudden seriousness: "sweet soul! lift up your lamp and look well before it is too late, for i'm no god, only a very faulty man."

"dear love! i will. but i have no fear, except that you will fly too high for me to follow, because i have no wings."

"you shall live the poetry, and i will write it, so my little gift will celebrate your greater one."

"no you shall have all the fame, and i'll be content to be known only as the poet's wife."

"and i'll be proud to own that my best inspiration comes from the beneficent life of a sweet and noble woman."

"oh, mac! we'll work together and try to make the world better by the music and the love we leave behind us when we go."

"please god, we will!" he answered fervently and, looking at her as she stood there in the spring sunshine, glowing with the tender happiness, high hopes, and earnest purposes that make life beautiful and sacred, he felt that now the last leaf had folded back, the golden heart lay open to the light, and his rose had bloomed.