Preface
. " Every man has his own style, as he has his own nose ; and it is neither polite nor Christian to rally an honest man about his nose, however singular it may be. How can I help it that my style is not different ? That there is no affectation in it, I am very certain." " Yea, I take myself to witness, That I have loved no darkness, Sophisticated no truth, Nursed no delusion, Allowed no fear." Matthew Arnold. CONTENTS. CHAPr.\CB I. THE WANDERER'S RETURN , 9 II. ULPIAN GREY, M.D iS III. THE ORPHANS 29 IV. THE BEGINNING OF A PURPOSE 40 V. KEW NEIGHBOURS r 'O VI. SOLITUDE Co VII. THE DOCTOR'S ABSENCE Cr) VIII. A PROMISING PUPIL 79 IX. CLAIRVOYANCE £3 RS X. SALOME'S REQUEST 98 XI. THE ACCIDENT IC7 XII. DR. GREY'S WARD II9 XIII. UNREQUITED LOVE I ?0 XIV. ELSIE'S DARLING 1 38 XV. JEALOUSY* I-', _) XVI.
AN UNWELCOME ADMIRER 1 59 XVII. TOO LONELY *. . 1 70 XVIII. AN AMBITIOUS SCHEME 17 XIX. AN ACCEPTED TRUST KO XX. ELSIE'S FUNERAL . . . . . . . CONTENTS, CFIAP. FACB XXI. BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH 212 XXII. PRAYERS ... 224 XXIII. MISS JANE 233 XXIV. ACLAOPHOTIS > . 243 XXV. SALOMES DECISION . 2 253 XXVI. NOT FREE 267 XXVII. A LIFE'S HISTORY" . 2 278 XXVIII. MERTON MINGE . . . . . . . . 294 XXIX. A FAITHFUL GUARDIAN 307 XXX. AN EXPLANATION 319 XXXI. THE SMALL-POX HOSPITAL ...... 332 XXXII. VASHTI CARLY'LE 338 XXXIII. 1XFELICE 346 XXXIV. TOO LATE .... .... 356 XXXV. "CALMER AND CALMER". .,,.,. V A S H T 1.
Chapter I. The Wanderer's Return
" ll2^£S__l CAN hear the sullen, savage roar of the breakers, if Ef^a «Mn c'° T10,: sue 'nern> ar"^ my Pretty painted barque — K-yff.'wSl expectation — is bearing down helplessly upon them. — ' Perhaps the unwelcome will not come to-day. What then ? I presume I should not care ; and yet I am curious to see him, — anxious to know what sort of person will henceforth rule the house, and go in and out here as master. Of course the pleasant, peaceful days are at an end, for men always make din and strife in a household, — at least my father did, and he is the only one I know much about. But, after all, why borrow trouble ? — the interloper may never come." The girl stood on tiptoe, shading her eyes with one hand, and peering eagerly down the winding road which stretched at right angles to the avenue, and over the hills, on towards the neighbouring town.
No moving speck was visible ; and, with a sigh of relief, she sank back on the grassy mound and resumed the perusal of her book. Above and around her spread the wide branches of an aged apple-tree, feathered thickly with pearly petals, which the wind tossed hither and thither and drifted over the bermuda, as restless tides strew pink-chambered shells on sloping strands ; and down through the flowery limbs streamed the waning March sun, throwing grotesque shadows on the sward and golden ripples over the face and figure of the young lounger. A few yards distant a row of whitewashed bee-hives extended along the western side of the garden wall, where perched a peacock whose rainbow hues were burnished by the slanting rays that smote like flame the narrow pane of glass which constituted a window in each hive and permitted investigation of the tireless workers within.
The afternoon was VASHTI. 10 almost spent ; the air, losing its balmy noon breath, grew chill with the approach of dew, and the figure under the apple-tree shivered slightly, and, closing her book, drew her scarlet shawl around her shoulders and leaned her dimpled chin on her knee. Sixteen years had ripened and rounded the girlish form, and given to her countenance that indefinable charm which marks the timid hovering between careless, frolicsome youth, and calmly conscious womanhood ; while perfect health rouged the polished cheeks and vermilioned the thin lips, whose outlines sharply indexed more of decision than amiability of character. There were hints of brown in the heavy mass of waveless dusky hair, that was elaborately braided and coiled around the well turned head, and certain amber rays suggestive of topaz and gold flashed out now and then in the dark-hazel iiis of the large eyes, lending them an eldritch and baleful glow.
Fresh as the overhanging apple-blooms, but immobile as if carved from pearl, — perhaps it was just such a face as hers that fronted Jason, amid the clustering boughs of Colchian rhododendrons, when first he sought old Æetes' prescient daughter,— the maiden face of magical Medea, innocent as yet of murder, sacrilege, fratricide, and plunder, — eloquent of all pessibilities of purity and peace, but vaguely adumbrating all conceivable disquietude and guilt. The hushed expectancy of the fair young countenance had given place to a dreamy languor, and the dark lashes drooped heavily, when a long shadow fell upon the grass, and simultaneously the peacock sounded its shrill alarum. Rising quickly, the girl found herself face to face with one upon whose features she had never looked before, and for a moment each eyed the other searchingly.
The stranger raised his hat, and inclining his head slightly, said, — " Permit me to ask your name ? " " Salome Owen. And yours, sir, is " " Ulpian Grey." Fora few seconds neither spoke; but the man smiled, and the girl bit her under-lip and frowned. " Are you the miller's daughter ? " "I am the miller's daughter; and you are the master of Grassmere." " It seems that I come home like Rip Van Winkle, or Ulysses, unknown, unvvelcomed,— unlike the latter,— even by a dog." " Where is your sister ? " " Not having seen her for five years, I am unable to answer." " She went to town two hours ago, to meet you." "Then, after all, I am expected; but pray by what route — balloon or telegraph?" *' Miss Jane went to the railroad depot, but thought it possible you might not arrive to-day, and said she would attend a VASHTI. 11 meeting* at the church, if you failed to come.
I presume she missed you in the crowd. Sir, will you walk into the house ? " Perhaps he did not hear the question, and certainly he did not heed it, amid the clamorous recollections that rushed upon him as he gazed earnestly over the lawn, down the avenue, and up at the ivy-mantled* front of the old brick homestead. Thinking it might impress him as ludicrous or officious that she should invite him to enter and take possession of his own establishment, Salome reddened and compressed her lips. Apparently forgetful of her presence, he stood with his hat in his hand, noting the changes that time had wrought : the growth of venerable trees and favourite shrubs, the crumbling of fences, the gathering moss on the sun-dial, and the lichen stains upon two marble vases that held scarlet verbena on either side of the broad stone steps.
His close-fitting travelling suit of grey showed the muscular, well-developed form of a man of medium size, whose very erect carriage enhanced his height and invested him with a commanding air ; while the unusual breadth of his chest and shoulders seemed to indicate that life had called him to athletic outdoor pursuits, rather than the dun and dusty atmosphere of a sedentary, cloistered career. There are subtle countenances that baffle the dainty stipple and line tracery of time, refusing to become mere tablets, mere fleshy intaglios of the past, whereon every curious stranger may spell out the bygone, and, counting their footprints, cast up the number of engraving years. Thus it happened that if Salome had not known from the family Bible that this man was almost thirty-five, her eager scrutiny of his features would have discovered little concerning his age, and still less concerning his character.
Exposure to the winds and heat of tropic regions had darkened and sallowed the complexion, which his clear deep blue eyes and light brown hair declared was originally of Saxon fairness ; in proof whereof, when he drew off one glove and lifted his hand it seemed as if the marble fingers of one statue were laid against the bronze cheek of another. Looking intently at this grave yet benignant countenance, full of serenity, because calmly conscious of its power, the girl set her teeth and ground her heel into the velvet turf, for frangas non flectes was written on his smooth, broad brow, and she felt fiercely rebellious as some fiery, free creature of the Kamse, when first confronted with the bit and trappings of him who will henceforth bridle and tame the desert-bred. Waking from his brief reverie, the stranger turned and extended his hand, saying, in tones as low and sweet as a woman's, — " Will you not welcome a wanderer back to his home ?
" She gave him the tips of her fingers, but the "Imp of the Perverse" dictated her answer, — VASHTI. 12 "As you saw fit to compare yourself, a few moments since, to certain celebrated absentees, I am constrained to tell you that I happen to be neither Penelope nor Gretchen, nor yet the illus trious dog referred to." He smiled good-humouredly, and replied, — "I am not very sure that there is not a spice of Dame Van Winkle somewhere in your nature. True, we are strangers, but 1 believe you are my sister's adopted child, and I hope you are glad to see her brother at home once more. Jane is a dear kind link, who should make us at least good friends ; for, if you are attached to her you will in time learn to like me." "I doubt it, — seeing that you resemble Miss Jane about as nearly as I do the Grand Lama of Larissa, or the idol Bhadri nath.
But, sir, although it is not my office to welcome you, I presume you have not forgotten the front door, and once more I ask, Will you walk in and make yourself at home in your own house ? " As she led the way to the steps, the arched gate at the end of the avenue swung open, a carriage entered, and Salome retreated to her own room leaving unwitnessed the happy meeting be tween an aged, infirm sister and long-absent brother. Locking the door to secure herself from intrusion, she drew a low rocking-chair to the hearth, where smouldered the embers of a dying fire, and dropping her face in her palms, stared abstractedly at the ashes. As she swayed slowly to and fro, her lips parted and closed, her brows bent from their customary curves of beauty, and half inaudibly she muttered, — " The sceptre is departing from Judah.
My rule is well-nigh ended ; the interregnum has been brief, and the aid dynasty reigns once more. Just what I dreaded from the hour I heard he was coming home. I shall be reduced to a mere cipher, and made to realize my utter dependence, — and the iron will soon enter my soul. We paupers are adepts in the art of reading the countenance, and I have looked at this Ulpian Grey long enough to know that I might as well bombard Gibraltar with boiled peas as hope to conquer one of his whims or alter one of his purposes. There will be bitterness and strife between us. I shall wish him in his grave a thousand times before it closes over him, — and he, unless he is too good, will hate me cordially. 1 cannot and will not give up all my hopes and expectations without a long, fierce struggle." Salome Owen was the eldest of five children, who, by the death of both parents, had been thrown penniless upon the world, and found a temporary asylum in the country poor-house.
Her mother she remembered merely as a feeble, fractious invalid ; and her father, who had long been employed as superintendent of large mills belonging to Miss Jane Grey, had, after years of reckless intemperance, ended his wretched career in a fit of VASHTI. 13 mania a potu. His death occurred at a season when Miss Grey was confined to her bed by an attack of rheumatism, which rendered her a cripple for the remainder of her days ; but the first hours of her convalescence were spent in devising plans for the education and maintenance of his helpless orphans. In the dusty, cheerless yard of the poor-house she had found the little group huddled under a mulberry-tree one hot July noon ; and, sending the two younger children to the orphan asylum in a neighbouring town, she had apprenticed one boy to a worthy carpenter, another to an eminent horticulturist in a distant State; and Salome, the handsomest and brightest of the flock, she carried to her own home as an adopted child.
Here for four years the girl had lived in peace and luxurious ease, sur rounded by all the elegances and refining associations which though not inherent in are at the command of wealth ; and so rapidly and gracefully had she fitted herself into the new social niche, that the dark and stormy morning of her life had become only a dim and hideous recollection, that rarely lifted its hated visage above the smooth and shining surface of the happy present. Fortuitous circumstances constitute the moulds that shape the majority of human lives, and the hasty impress of an accident is too often regarded as the relentless decree of all-ordaining fate ; while to the philosophic anthropologist it might furnish matter for curious speculation whether, if Attila and Alaric had chanced to find themselves the pampered sons of some merchant prince, — some Rothschild or Peabody of the fifth century, — their campaigns had not been purely fiscal and bloodless, limited to the leaves of a ledger, while the names of Goth and Hun had never crystallized into synonyms of havoc and ruin ; or had Timour been trained to cabbage-raising and vine-dressing, whether he would not have lived in history as the great horticulturist of Kesth, or the Diocletian of Samarcand, rather than the Tartar tyrant and conqueror of the East ?
How many possible Howards have swung at Tyburn ? How many canonized and haloed heads have barely escaped the doom of Brinvilliers, and the tender mercies of Carnifex ? Analogous to that wonderful Gulf Stream, once a myth and still a mystery, the strange current of human existence, four score and ten years long, bears each and all of us with a strong steady sweep away from the tropic lands of sunny childhood, enamelled with verdure and gaudy with bloom, through the temperate regions of manhood and womanhood, fruitful and harvest-hued, on to the frigid, lonely shores of dreary old age, snow-crowned and ice-veined ; and individual destinies seem to resemble the tangled drift on those broad bounding gulf-billows, driven hither and thither, strewn on barren beaches, scattered over bleaching, coral crags, stranded upon blue bergs, — precious VASHTI. germs from all climes and classes ; some to be scorched under equatorial heats ; some to perish by polar perils ; a few to take root and flourish and triumph, building imperishable landmarks ; and many to stagnate in the long, inglorious rest of a Sargasso Sea.
For all helpless human waifs in this surging ocean of time, there is comfort in the knowledge that the fiercest storms toss their drift highest ; and one of these apparently savage waves of adversity had swept Salome Owen safely to an isle of palms and peace, where, under the fostering rays of prosperity, the selfish and sordid elements of her character found rapid development. In affectionate natures, family ties serve as cords to strangle selfishness ; for, in large domestic circles, each member con tributes a moiety to swell the good of the whole — silently en dures some trial, makes some sacrifice, shares some sympathy and sunshine, hoards some grief and gloom ; and had Salome remained with her brothers and sisters, their continual claims on her time and attention would have healthfully diverted thoughts that had long centred solely in self.
Finding that fortune had temporarily sheathed in velvet the goad of necessity, the girl's aspirations soared no higher than the maintenance of her present easy and luxurious position, as a petted dependent on the affection and bounty of a weak but generous and lonely old lady. Having no other object near upon which to lavish the love and caresses that were stored in her heart, Miss Jane had turned fondly to Salome, and so earnestly endeavoured to brighten her life, that the latter felt assured she was selected as the heiress of that house and estate where she had dwelt so happily ; and thus sanguine concerning her future prospects, the strong will of the girl completely dominated the feebler and failing one of her benefactress, through whose fingers the reins of government slipped so gradually that she was unconscious of her virtual abdication.
From this pleasant dream of a handsome heritage and life long plenty, Salome had been rudely aroused by the unwelcome tidings that a young half-brother of Miss Jane was coming to reside under her roof ; and prophetic fear whispered that the stranger would contest and divide her dominion. A surgeon in the United States navy, he had been absent for five years in distant seas, and only resigned his commission in consequence of letters which informed him of the feeble condition of his only surviving relative. Those who have eaten the bread of charity learn to interpret countenances with an unerring facility that eclipses the vaunted skill of Lavater, and the girl's brief inspec tion of the face which would henceforth confront her daily, yielded little to dispel her gloomy forebodings. The s/iund of the tea-bell terminated her reverie, and rising, she walked slowly VASHTI. 15 to the dining-room, throwing her head as erect as possible, and compressing her mouth like some gladiator summoned to the fatal arena of the Coliseum.
The dining-room was large and airy, with lofty wide win dows, and neatly papered walls, wherein numerous old-fashioned and quaintly carved frames hung the ancestral portraits of the family. Although one window was open, and the mild air laden with the perfumed breath of spring, a bright wood fire flas.ied on the hearth, near which Miss Jane sat in her large, cu nioned rocking-chair, resting her swollen slippered feet on a velvet stool, while her silver-mounted crutches leaned against the arm of her chair. An ugly and very diminutive brown terrier snarled and frisked on the rug, tormenting a staid and aged black cat, who occasionally arched her back, and showed her teeth ; and Dr. Grey stood leaning over his sister's chair, smoothing the soft grizzled locks that clustered under the rich border of her cap.
He was talking of other days, — those of his boyhood, when, kneeling by that hearth, she had pasted his kites, found strings for his tops, made bags for his marbles, or bound up his bleeding hands, bruised in boyish sports ; and, while he read from the fresher page of his memory the blessed juvenile annals long since effaced from hers, a happy smile lighted her withered face, and she put up one thin hand to pat the brown and bearded cheek which nearly touched her head. To the pretty young thing who had paused on the threshold, watching what passed, it seemed a peaceful pic ture, cosy and complete, needing no adjuncts, defying intruders ; but Miss Jane caught a glimpse of the shrinking figure, and beckoned her to the fireplace. " Salome, come shake hands with my sailor-boy, and tellhim how glad we are to have his sunburnt face once more among us.
Ulpian, this is my dear child Salome, who makes noise and sunshine enough in an otherwise dark and silent dreary house. Why, children, don't stand bowing at each other, like foreign ministers at court ! Ulpian, you are to be a brother to that child ; so go and kiss her like a Christian, and let us have no more state and ceremony." " Sans ceremonie we introduced ourselves this afternoon, under the apple-tree, and I presume Salome will accept the assurance of my friendly intentions and fraternal regard, and decline the seal which only long acquaintance and perfect con fidence could induce her to permit. Notwithstanding the very evident fact that she is not entirely overwhelmed with delight at my return, I gratefully acknowledge my indebtedness to one who has so largely contributed to my sister's happiness, and shall avail myself of every opportunity to prove my appreciation of her devotion."
Dr. Grey stepped forward, took Salome's hand, and touched VASHTI. it lightly with his lips, while the grave dignity of his mannet forbade the thought that affectation of gallantry or idle persi flage suggested the words or action. Disarmed by the quiet courtesy which she felt she had not merited, the girl's r dy wit and nimble obedient tongue for once proved treacherous ; and, conscious that the flush was deepening on cheek and brow, she moved to the oval table in the centre of the floor, and seated herself behind the massive silver urn. " Ulpian, take your place yonder, at the foot, and excuse my absence from the table this first evening of your return. I always have my meals here, close to the fire, and Salome pre sides in my place. Child, put no cream in his tea, but a bountiful share . of sugar.
You see, my boy, I have not grown too old to recollect your whims." As he obeyed her, Salome was preparing to pour out the tea ; but, catching his eye, she paused, and Dr. Grey bowed his head on his hand, and solemnly and impressively asked a blessing, and offered up fervent thanks for the family reunion. In the somewhat fragmentary discourse that ensued between brother and sister the orphan took no part ; and, a half hour later, when the little party removed to the library, and esta blished themselves comfortably for the evening, Salome drew her chair close to the lamp, and under pretence of examining a book of engravings, covertly studied the features and mien of the new-comer. His quiet, low-toned conversation was of other lands and dis tant nations, and, while there was an entire absence of that ostentatious braggardism and dropsical egotism which unfortunately attacks the majority of travellers, his descriptions of foreign scenery were so graceful and brilliant that, despite her ungracious determination and premeditated dislike, she be came a fascinated listener ; and, more than once, found herself leaning forward to catch his words.
Her own vivid fancy travelled with him over the lakes and isles, temples and palaces, he had visited ; and, when the clock struck eleven, and a brief silence succeeded, she started as from some delight ful dream. *' Janet, shall we have prayers, or have I already kept you up too late ? " Dr. Grey stooped and pressed his lips to his sister's wrinkled forehead, and her voice faltered slightly, as she answered, " It is never too late to thank God for all His goodness, especially in bringing my dear boy safely back to me. Salome, get the large Bible from the cushion in the parlour." As the orphan placed the book in Dr. Grey's hand it opened at the record of births, where on the wide page appeared only the name of Ulpian Grey, and from the leaves fluttered a small bow of blue ribbon. VASIITt. 17 He picked it up, and, considering it merely a book-mark, would have replaced it, but Miss Jane exclaimed, — " It is the blue knot that fastens that child's collar.
Give it to her. She lost it yesterday, and has searched the house for it. How came it in that old Bible, which I am sure has not been used for fifteen years ? " Whatever solution of the mystery Salome might have deigned to offer remained unuttered, for Dr. Grey kindly obviated the necessity of a reply .by requesting her to bring him an additional candle from an adjoining room ; and the superfluous celerity with which she started on the errand called a twinkle to his eye and a half-smothered smile to his lips. She felt assured that he was thoroughly cognizant of the curiosity which had prompted her researches among the family records, and inferred that he had either no vanity to be flattered by such trifles, or was dowered with too much generosity to evince any gratification at the discovery of an interest she would have vehemently disclaimed.
It was the first time she had ever bowed before the family altar, and, notwithstanding her avowed aversion to " Puritanic ceremonials and Pharisaical practices," she was unexpectedly awed and deeply impressed by the solemnity with which he conducted the brief services ; while, despite her prejudice, his grave courtesy towards her, and the subdued tenderness that larked his treatment of his sister, commanded her involuntary mspect. When she stood before the mirror in her own room, renbraiding her heavy hair, a dissatisfied expression robbed her ueatures of half their loveliness, and discontent ploughed distorting fines about the scarlet lips which muttered, — " I wonder if, in one of his evil sits, my father sold and signed me away to Satan ? I certainly am bon gri mal gre in bondage to him ; for, from my inmost heart I hate ' good, pious, sanctified souls,' such as that marble man upstairs, who has come back to usurp my kingdom, and lord it over this heritage.
After to-day a new regime. The potter's hands are fair and shapely, courteous and deft, but potter's hands nevertheless. Tough kneading he shall find it, and stiffer clay than ever yet was moulded, or my name is not Salome Owen. After all, how much better are we than the lower beasts of prey ? In the race for riches there is but one alternative, — to devour, or be devoured ; consequently that was an immemorial and well-tested rule in the warfare that commenced when Adam and Eve found themselves shut out of Eden. ' Each for himself,' etc., etc., etc. Since I must ex necessitate prey or be preyed upon, I shall waste no time in deliberation." VASHTI.
Chapter II. Ulpian Grey
M.D. When fifty-two years old, Daniel Grey amassed a handsome fortune by speculating in certain gold and coal mine stocks, which not only relieved him from the necessity of daily toil in his dusty counting-room, but elevated him to that more than Brami nical caste, dubbed in Mammon-parlance— capitalists ; whose decrees outweigh legislative statutes, and by feeling the pulse of stock-boards and all financial corporations, regulate the fiscal currents of the State. A few months subsequent to this sudden accession of wealth, his meek and devoted wife — who had patiently shared all the trials and hardships of his early impecunious career, and brightened an humble home which boasted no treasure com parable to her loving, unselfish heart — was summoned to the enjoyment of a heritage beyond the stars ; and Daniel Grey, capitalist, found himself a florid handsome widower, with two children, Enoch and Jane, to remind him continually of the pale wife over whose quiet ashes rose a costly mausoleum, where rare exotics nodded to each other across gilded slab and sculptured angels.
That he profoundly mourned his loss no charitable mind could doubt, notwithstanding the obstinate fact that ere the violets had bloomed a twelvemonth over the dead mother of his children he had provided them with one who certainly bore her name, usurped her precious privileges, walked in her footsteps, but wofully failed to fill her place. Mrs. Daniel Grey, scarcely the senior of the stepdaughter whose lips most reluctantly framed the sacred word "mother," was a fresh fair young thing, whose ideas of marriage extended no further than diamonds, white satin, reception cards, and bridal presents ; and whose regard for her worthy husband sought no surer basis than his bank-stock and insurance divi dends. Dainty and bright, in tasteful and costly apparel, the pretty child-wife flitted up and down in his house and over the serene surface of his life, touching no feeling of his nature so deeply as that colossal parvenu vanity which exulted in the possession of a graceful walking announcement of his ability to clothe in fine fabrics and expensive jewels.
Perhaps the mildew that stained the ghastly gaunt angels who kept guard over the dust of the dead wife, extended yet further than the silent territory over which sexton and mattock reigned, for one dreary December night, instead of nestling for a post prandial nap among the velvet cushions of his luxurious parlour, Daniel Grey, capitalist, slept his last sleep in a high-backed, comfortless chair before his desk, where the confidential clerk VASHTI. 19 found him next morning, with his rigid icy fingers thrust between the leaves of his check-book. According to the old Arab proverb, — "The black camel named Death kneeleth once at each door, And a mortal must mount to return nevermore." And, past all peradventure, having borne away one member of the household, the " Last Carrier" from force of habit hastens to perform the same thankless service for the remainder ; — thus ere summer sunshine streamed on the husband's grave, another yawned at its side, and a wreathed and fluted shaft shot up close to his mausoleum, to tell sympathizing friends and careless strangers that the second wife of Daniel Grey had been snatched away in the morning of life.
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