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not so fond of giving away money unless they The expression of nervous excitement on her are obliged to. We don't know who owed mother's face recalled her to herself. father. Let us take the goods the gods be- “See if he doesn't ask me if I have lost a stow, mother. This comes in the very nick glass slipper," she whispered, and briskly of tiine. It will set us up for the summer.” opened the door.
It would seem that somebody's conscience A short, stout, respectable-looking, businesswas heavily burdened in their regard, for the like man of about fifty, stood in the entry. very next day came another offering, this “ I am Mr. James Bates, a lawyer," he antime jellies and wines for Mrs. Jameson, some nounced; "and I have business with Mrs. and rare books, two shawls of so elegant and ex- Miss Jameson. Are these the ladies ?" pensive a kind that they felt they would Both Helen and her mother were familiar never dare to wear them, and a still larger with the looks and name of this man. He sum of money than the first.
was a lawyer of good though not brilliant Helen rose sublime.
position, and the solidity of his reputation and “Let me no longer be called Helen, but his person reassured them. He was the least Danae," she said.
in the world like a fairy prince. “I cannot accept such gifts without know- “ You have been receiving some anonymous ing from whom they come,” Mrs. Jameson gifts lately, have you not, ladies ?” he began, persisted. "You inust go and ask Mrs. immediately. Granger about it, Helen. Perhaps she will They bowed silently, the same thought in come round if she has time."
both their minds—that perhaps they had been Mrs. Granger was no less pleased than receiving stolen goods. puzzled. She was of opinion that some person “You naturally wish to know from whom who had profited. heavily by Mr. Jameson's they come," the gentleman resumed, promptly, failures was taking this novel mode ot' resti- "and I must warn you at once that I am not tution, and that her friends need have no at liberty to gratify that wish. But I give you hesitation in accepting what was sent them. my assurance that you may accept without
These donations became literally a shower hesitation what provision is made for you. It of gold. The two could only sit in incredu- comes from one who is deeply indebted to lous astonishment and suffer themselves to be you, and who wishes to pay his obligations enriched. Gifts multiplied. Dress such as without being himself known. they had not worn even in the days of their knows anything about the matter but myself. prosperity, jewels, trinkets, books, wines, of course, if any one else should be told, you flowers and fruit, a carriage placed at their will be the first to know. I must ask as a disposal with a request that it should be used favor that you will not try in any way to inevery day, money for more than their wants. form yourselves, but will trust to me, and that
“Mother," says Helen, we lose time. Of you will not put me to the embarrassment of course we are dreaming, or else bewitched; having to parry or refuse to reply to your but it is a delightful dream, and we may as questions. There is nothing in the slightest well enjoy it without delay. You remember degree dishonorable or derogatory to your digthe silly Irishman who dreampt that the pope nity and delicacy in accepting this provision; invited him to take a whiskey punch, and if there were, I should have nothing to do while his holiness was in the kitchen getting with it. May I ask if you are satisfied, hot water Pat awoke, and had ever after to madam ?" he concluded, addressing Mrs. lament that he hadn't taken his whiskey cold. Jameson. Let us be warned by this, and not wait for That lady felt all the relief which sensitive explanations, but ride gayly in our coach be- and undecided people experience when strong fore it turns to a pumpkin. There's a knock! shoulders take from them the whole burden Mother, I'll wager something that the fairy of care and responsibility, and though she prince himself has come at last.”
could not help saying that the proceedings Jesting though she was, Helen trembled as were certainly extraordinary, she professed she rose to open the door. Their mysterious herself quite satisfied to rely on the judgment prosperity was becoming to her a source of and delicacy of such a man as Mr. Bates. terror, though she would not have owned it " I must ask one question," put in Helen. to her mother. She put her hand on the The lawyer awaited her pleasure. door-knob, but hesitated to turn it, casting an "Is this gentleman anybody who is in love involuntary look of appeal on her mother with me and is playing Jove to my Danae ?
No person go”
“Will you be very much disappointed, Miss, cook stood smiling before a bright fire in the if I say that I do not believe there is any love kitchen range, and the table-girl was preparof that sort in the case ?" the gentleman ing the table for supper, and, last sign of asked, with a pleasant smile.
established domesticity, a large, gray and “ Not in the least! I am quite relieved," white cat lay sleeping on a mat in the sunshe cried.
shine, as thoroughly at home as if she had “ It is desired to give you a more suitable been in the house from her kittenhood. home," the lawyer resumed, returning to busi- Helen listened a moment to hear Mrs. ness, “and you are to have a house and an Granger explaining and congratulating, and income which will make your future perfectly found that her mother was taking their situsecure. I was requested in this to consult ation quite.calmly; then she went up again Mrs. Granger, who would know your tastes, the softly-carpeted stairs, past the parlor and and I did so, telling her no more, of course, library, up stairs again to the two chambers than I tell you. The house is purchased and on the next floor. The front one, which was furnished, and Mrs. Granger is there at this the larger, had evidently been arranged for hour expecting you. I brought a carriage to her inother and herself. There were two beds the door. Will it be convenient for you to with high carved headboards of walnut,
dainty white covers, and lace curtains hangIn bewildered silence they prepared them- ing from the ceiling, two dressing bureaus, selves and went down to the carriage, and two wardrobes, every convenience for two after a drive of fifteen minutes, drew up be- persons. A tiny canary twittered from a fore a small but elegant house in Sereno street, gilded cage that hung in the wide bowonly a few doors from Mrs. Granger's. This window, the south wind fluttered the awning house was as good as any in the street, outside and let in an occasional bar of sunbut was far smaller, just wide enough for a shine that woke all the coloring of the room, pretty entry and tiny reception-room in front
the garnet pattern on the carpet, the daisies on the first floor, the whole width of the next that blushed along the cornice and were floor being given to the parlors. Curtains of sprinkled on the walls, the deep-red of the delicate lace blew in and out the wide win- two large velvet arm-chairs, the sparkling cutdows, giving glimpses of crimson draperies, glass bottles on the bureaus. pictures, and marbles within, and as their Helen Jameson sank into a chair, and with, carriage stopped, the door was opened by a her hands over her face had a little joyful fit servant, and within it stood Mrs. Granger, of crying. smiling a gay welcome.
“I am so happy I don't know what to do," " Isabel, what does this mean?” exclaimed she sobbed. “I don't see how I lived with Mrs. Jameson, as her friend took her hand such a weight on my shoulders. I am so and led her into the house. “ You must happy, and so thankful!" know."
A silver tinkle of a bell called her down “I know no more than you do, my dear stairs, and hastily drying her eyes she obeyed Anne,” Mrs. Granger protested; "but I am its summons, and found her mother and Mrs. defighted. Of course we women are always Granger seated at an early supper. Both curious, but I have promised Mr. Bates that ladies were smiling as she entered. I will not try to find out a thing till he is I have been telling your mother that you allowed to tell. He is an excellent man whom must have a house-warıning," Mrs. Granger We can trust entirely. And now, how do you said. “I was afraid I might have ventured like the looks? I have arranged everything too much, but she is willing to receive comas nearly as I could think according to your pany this evening. I took the liberty to invite tastes."
a few. Was I too fast?" Helen left the two together, and began a “How could you think we would find fault rapid exploration and examination on her with anything of your doing?” exclaimed own account, running up stairs and down and Helen. “Whom have you asked ?” from room to room, breathless with delight. “O, only our own circle of intimate friends, The house was to her a perfect little fairy those you know best, not above thirty of palace. Nothing had been forgotten. The them. The only stranger I asked is Mr. sideboard in the dining-room was furnished George Burkmar. I couldn't well help asking with pretty china and a sufficient amount of him for he was dining with us yesterday when silver, the drawers were stored with linen, the we spoke of it. You see, Nellie," the lady
said, niischievously, "I have a little plot in once or twice at Mrs. Granger's, and in hier which he and you figure very conspicuously. frank, fearless way had struck up quite a: inOf course I feel obliged to look out first for timacy with him. If he were a lion, she Cora, but there is no hope of their coming.to-, found that he could roar very softly; and ingether. Cora's pride and will are unbending, deed, Mrs. Granger's notion of making a and she seems resolved to treat him only with match between them arose from the fact that toleration. Besides, he evidently has not for- he seemed disposed to pet the girl. given the manner in which she received the Miss Cora Ware came in lat2, having been news of our defeat at Manassas. He was detained at home by a visitor, and immediwith us when the telegram came, and his ately on her arrival the whole character of first glance was at Cora. I was terribly angry the entertainment changed. It was the with her, but then she is a Southerner and retiring of the stars after the moon is up. could not help the impulse. She started up, It was fortunate in more ways than one and flung a handful of roses she held, into the for this girl that her lines were cast in pleasair, catching them as they came down, and I ant places, that she was upheld by rich and never saw a creature so handsome as she was. influential relations, for had she been unHer cheeks were crimson, and her eyes like friended she would inave been hated. Her diamonds. She seemed really to grow taller. lofty ways, as natural to her as her breath, Mr. Burkmar looked at her with a frown would have been intolerable to those who blacker than I thought his face capable of might fancy themselves entitled to her showing, and seemned hardly able to keep homage; but, placed conspicuously, and silence. In catching her roses the thorns where those eyes of hers could look, as was pierced Cora's hands, and she walked straight their way, with level or lowered gaze, seeing up to him and held them out, showing the nothing above them, she was superb, and tiny drops of blood on her palms and fingers. could at will be charming. And we all know "See! she said, 'I have shed more blood for how enchanting is the suavity of one who can my faith than you have for yours! and before command. Much of her success also was due he could answer she had tripped out of the to the admirable social jockeying of her aunt. room singing “Maryland, my Maryland. I Mrs. Granger was well aware of the fact that never saw a man more angry, or one who not more than one person in a hundred thinks tried harder to hide his anger. He really for himself, the other ninety-nine taking thicir clenched his hands, and I haven't a doubt he opinions at second-hand, and she put herself to would have liked to give her a shaking the trouble of forming this opinion regarding Indeed, I felt like doing it myself at first." her niece. Consequently Miss Cora glided un
“ Have they made up?" asked Helen, who questioned into her niche, and, once there, found herself interested in this quarrel. she knew how to keep her place.
“There is a sort of truce, but they always Cora's toilet, always effective, was peculiarly wear armor to each other,” Mrs. Granger simple and pretty on this evening. IIer dress replied.
was a silk tissue in wide stripes of black and It was a delightful little company that silver color, made over a silver-colored silli, and assembled at Mrs. Jameson's that evening. trimmed with finely-cut steel ornaments that The parlor was full, and all were in the gayest glittered like diamonds. Her hair was braided) spirits. But few people had left town except around a comb-she never wore the enormity those who had places near by, and nearly all of a waterfall—and a wreath of delicate, tremu. their intimate friends were within call. ' lous-grass-blossoms surrounded the braid. Events were of too stirring a nature to be The subdued colors of her dress brought out ignored in the inanities of fashionable life at her brilliant face with greater effect, and in the seashore or mountains, and people were shape and movement she was always perfect. glad to keep within reach of the telegraph. Standing by the back window, to which a
Mr. Burkmar came in rather early with Madeira vine climbed from the garden, Mr. Frederic Granger, following several others, Lurkmar had broken a long spray of it and and, to Mrs. Jameson's great relief, had only was knotting it together as he talked with chance to bow his compliments to her before some people about him. Presently, seeing giving place to others. The timid little lady Miss Ware isolated for a moment. Le was afraid of this great man, and scarce dared approached ber. raise her eyes to him when he was presented “I wonder what dew is on your southeru to her. Not so Helen. She had met him flowers to-night!" he said, shaking off a glistening drop from the sweet, white little “Are they your laurels ?” she asked, setting blossoms in his hand.
her small foot upon the fragrant circlet. She looked at him with a spark kindling “When I have laurels to offer you will not in her eyes, and involuntarily drew herself up trample them,” he said, quietly, giving place as if her heart swelled at the mention of her Vasari the artist, who hau been waiting home.
an opportunity to speak to Miss Ware, and "May it be the blood of the invader!" she going to talk to Helen Jameson, who had exclaimed, so that only he should hear her. been looking at him with an amused smile
“The blood of those who chastise insolence,” while he talked with her friend. he retorted, “ of those who go down to break This girl was looking as fresh as a rose, and the arm of the tyrant.”
in her simply-made frock of green muslin, did “And who will themselves be broken,” she not appear more than sixteen years old. The flashed out, scarce waiting for him to finish green ribbons in her hair brought out strongly speaking. “Our caveliers will trample them its beautiful yellow flaxen tint, and heighteuunder their horses' feet! Every woman will ed the bloom of her cheeks now more than be a Jael for them !"
usually flushed with the excitement of the * If a man were to come to your tent for occasion. Helen received the gentleman with rest after battle, would you slay himn?” Mr. perfect friendliness, and the two sat apart Burkmar asked, looking down at the wreath cosily chatting together. Like all reserved in his hand, not daring to look into that fiery, persons, Mr. Burkmar liked a frank and cheerbeautiful face of hers lest she should read too ful companion, one who would freely put much softening in his eyes.
aside the barriers which he could not help “O no! Not I!" she said, mockingly. "I raising about himself. This girl was not in would feed and refresh him that he might re- the least disconcerted by his coinmanding apnew his work of blood. I would strengthen pearance, and occasional air of gravity almost him so that, having killed my brother, he amounting to sternness, and he was pleased to miglit be enabled to kill my father. What! be approached with a confidence which was you fancy that my sickly, womanish senti- certainly friendly, often almost affectionate. mentality would make me spare such a man? “Look at Vasari!” Helen whispered, to Mr. If you go down there with a sword in your Burkmar. hand, Mr. Burkmar, don't ever after trust This artist was one of Mrs. Granger's lious, yourself in my tent.”
a handsome Italian of about twenty-five, with He tried to keep back the words, but they a swarthy skin, a graceful, indolent way, and a would come:
pair of brilliant yellow, bazel eyes. Cora “The weapon with which you strike me had spoken but a few words with him, has two elges," he said. “When I bleed you then turned to some one else, and he was will be wounded. When I am conquered you now standing before an open window, his will weep."
form half obscured against the comparative She looked at himn with haughty inquiry. darkness outside, liis face illuminated by the
"You mean that the South will pay dearly chandelier's light. His gaze, fixed upon Cora for her victory?” she said, coldly, but the Ware, expressed a passion of admiration. color changed uneasily in her face.
“ He hasn't removed his eyes from her these "She will not conquer, she will bend," he fifteen minutes,” Helen said; "and I dou't said, with a proud and confident smile that wonder, for Cora is most beautiful.” made her tremble and pale with anger.
“ He certainly seems to be of your opinion," “When the South bends to the North, then remarked Mr. Burkmar, dryly. “Artists are I will bend to you!" she said, quickly. privileged to stare. In any other man it would He lowked at her earnestly.
be resented as a rudeness." "Not till then? Not till then ?” he asked, As he spoke, Cora left her place and saunin a soft, hurried tone.
tered toward the next window to that where She hated lierself that her eyes would Vasari stood. He immediately joined her. droop, and her face and neck flush. What " It is too beautiful to stay in the house," right had George Burkmar to look at her in he said. "See! the skies are purple, somethat way?
thing not often seen in this cold climate. There He half turned away, but lingered, and is a stairway leading from this balcony down dropped at her feet the wreath he had been to the garden, and I caught the scent of honeyWeaving
suckle a moment ago. Are you tempted ?”
“Indeed I am!” she said, graciously. And Mr. Burkmar strode on, crushing the Honeysuckle, and a purple sky full of stars, gravel under his heel. are not to be resisted.”
“You enchant me!" they heard the Italian "Let us to...w their example," said Mr. say, in low and hurried tones, Burkmar, rising abruptly the two Cora Ware laughed faintly, but with an disappeared.
elfislı grace. “Enchant!" she said, mockingIt was a warm night in July, moonless, but is. “I dissolve the spell," Alinging a few drops splendid with stars, and the grape-vines, hon- of dew toward him. “Spells of enchantment eysuckles and roses with which the little are always broken by the sprinkling of water." garden was draped on its four walls, and Then, hearing the approach of the other which hung in fragrant wealth over urus and two, she glided away as noiseless as a shadow, arbor in the centre, were all wet and glisten- and entering the house by the lower door ing with dew that looked bright as jewels in that led into the dining-room, stole up stairs the light that shone from the window.
to the chamber looking out on the garden, As Helen and Mr. Burkinar walked slowly and sat there at a window. She saw Vasari down a shady path, they saw the other two search for her, then go into the parlor, only standing in an open space, with their faces to return to the garden to search again; and turned toward the house, and illuminated by she saw Helen and Mr. Burkınar walk up and the windows. The space where they stood down the path arm in arm, apparently enwas in front of an arbor, whose red roses tirely engrossed in each other, and utterly seemed pressing forward as though they oblivious of the artist's distress, and her would touch the beautiful form of the lady disappearance. standing there, yearning to crown her head, “ Helen Jameson is certainly very bold on and press her bosom, and girdle her waist. a short acquaintance," she muttered at length, One arm hung by her side, the other hand as the two still walked up and down, talking rested on her bosom, and her head drooped a confidentially. “I don't know what she can little aside, but the face was raised and spirit- think of herself, talking so freely with a genwhite in that light. She seemed to have tleman she has seen bui three or four times, quite forgotten where she was, and to be and spending so much time alone with him. plunged in some trance of languid delight; I do believe the girl is a coquette.” intoxicated, perhaps, by the heavy warmth Still she watched, and still they walked. and sweetness of the air that was almost She leaned out and marked the stalwart form, stifting with odors. Vasari stood mute and the free, swinging stride, now cramped to suit motionless watching her, and the other two his companion's steps, the Josty head bent paused where they stood, gazing also. She attentively while Helen spoke with her smillooked like something that might exhale with ing face uplifted, and her hand resting on his the dew.
arm. But, as Helen talked, she grew more While the two looked, Vasari bent eagerly earnest, the sinile quivered upon her lips, and forward and spoke in an impassioned under- her eyes grew heavy with tears and drooped, tone, words which they could not catch; but and it seemed that she faltered into silence; Cora Ware, without lowering her eyes or but she glanced up quickly again as George changing her position, smiled slowly and Burkmar laid his hand upon her hand that answered with some faltering words.
rested on his arm, and spoke some kind word, 'The artist reached his hand and broke a or, as the watcher in the window thought, half-blown rose from the vines on the arbor, some lover-like word.” shaking down a shower of drops from the “It is really time we should go home,” recoiling branch, and with another word of Cora said, abruptly, to herself, starting away whispered sweetness, and a smile of tender from the window, and sweeping down stairs entreaty, offered it to his companion.
with a face that was slightly pale, but with She smiled again, that faint, rare smile of crimson lips and flashing eyes. kers, that gave her face such a look of child- Vasari, wandering disconsolate, met her in like sweetness, banishing every vestige of the entry. Her erect head and hard eyes pride, her eyes drooped slowly, and she might have repelled him, had he not seen his extended her hand for the rose.
rose still in her hand. “Let us go the other way,” whispered “ You are a witch !" he exclaimed. “You Helen, pressing her companion's arm.
have the power of vanishing." “No, come !" was the almost rude answer. “I am going to vauish now in earnest," she