Mr. Dimmerly was the first to recover himself, and, after blowing his nose most vociferously3, managed to say: "Well, nephew, it was hardly the thing to get a sermon off on us before Sunday, but, since it was rather well done, I don't think we will complain. I now suggest that you young people have some games that will set your blood in motion. The last hours of Christmas eve should ever be the merriest. I will send Lottie back,—the tender-hearted little minx, who must take everything in earnest."
His advice was followed, and Lottie soon returned, becoming, as usual, the life of the company. A breezy sound of voices and many a ringing laugh took the place of the former hush4, as games and jests followed in quick succession.
Harcourt was good-naturedly on the alert to serve Hemstead, and, in a game that required the absence of two of the company from the room a few moments, suggested the names of the student and Lottie Marsden. They, nothing loath5, went out together into the empty hall.
"Do you know," said Hemstead, "I think it a little strange I have not had a chance to speak to you alone since we were at the fallen tree in the clump6 of hemlocks7?"
"I did not know," said Lottie, laughing and blushing, "that the 'fallen tree' was a trysting place."
"Well," said he, eagerly, "I met a young lady there once, whom I would gladly meet there or anywhere else again."
"To see whether she had taken your advice?"
"That depends. I doubt whether she can 'make a man' of a certain individual, and I fear she will not take the other alternative."
"She will probably do as Ninon did,—follow her heart." "If one could only know whither your heart would lead you!" he said, looking at her so wistfully that she, seeing through his thin disguise, had it on her tongue to tell him. But, instead, she took a few dancing steps away, and, with no such intention whatever, stood just under the mistletoe as she laughingly said, "That reminds me of what father often says: How nice it would be to speculate, if one only knew every time how it would turn out!"
"Miss Marsden!" he exclaimed, hurriedly, "you are right under the mistletoe."
She tried to spring away, but he snatched her hand and detained her, while he stood hesitatingly at her side, looking at her lips as if they were the gates of Paradise.
"Well," said she, laughing and blushing, "I have nothing to do in the matter."
"But I dare not take it unless you give it."
"And I dare not give it unless you take it."
If Hemstead did not emulate8 Mr. Dimmerly's "explosion," the ancient rite9 was nevertheless honored in a way that Lottie would not soon forget. Never did a kiss mean more, express more, or impart more, upon any occasion of the observance of the ceremony by her ancestors, back to the times of the Druids.
But this moment of bliss10 was of short duration, for Mrs. Marchmont unexpectedly entered the hall, and threw them both into disastrous11 confusion by exclaiming, in unfeigned astonishment12, "Well, well! what does this mean?"
Of course Lottie was the first to recover herself, and managed to falter13: "You see, auntie, by some accident—I assure you it was an accident; I didn't mean to do it at all—I got under that pesky mistletoe of uncle's, and Mr. Hemstead, it would seem, had taken to heart uncle's homily on the duty of keeping up old customs. Mr. Hemstead, you know, is so conscientious14, and I suppose he felt that he must, poor man; and so—and thus"—
At this moment Harcourt's expedients15 of delay failed, and they were loudly summoned back to the dining-room.
"I hope there will be no more such nonsense," said Mrs. Marchmont, severely16.
"O, no, indeed, auntie; it will never happen again. Only the strongest sense of duty could have impelled17 Mr. Hemstead to do such a thing"; and they escaped to the dining-room only to be subjected to a fire from another quarter. Their color was so high, and they had such an air of general confusion, that Harcourt cried, laughingly, "I more than half believe that you have been under the mistletoe."
"Nonsense!" said Lottie; "with auntie in the hall? If you think
Mr. Hemstead is brave enough for that, you greatly misjudge him."
But De Forrest was wofully suspicious, and had many uneasy thoughts about the "jest" which Lottie must be carrying out; for surely it could not be possible that she was becoming in earnest.
Hemstead and Lottie made wretched work in guessing the word required of them from the nature of the game; for Mr. Dimmerly's prolonged chuckling18 laugh, which could be heard from the parlor19, did not tend to allay20 their confusion.
When Mrs. Marchmont entered that apartment she found her brother apparently21 in a convulsion; but he was only vainly endeavoring to prevent his merriment from developing into an outrageous22 chuckle23, for he too had seen Lottie under the mistletoe.
"This thing must be stopped," said Mrs. Marchmont, most emphatically; at which her brother chuckled24 louder than ever, and said, "Stopped, indeed! As if it could be, or ever had been 'stopped,' since Adam and Eve first cast sheep's eyes at each other in the Garden of Eden."
His sister left the room with a gesture of annoyance25.
Suddenly the little man's queer, cackling laugh ceased, and his wrinkled face grew sad and thoughtful as he sighed: "I'm the only Dimmerly who was ever 'stopped,'—fool that I was. His mother, sister Celia, would marry a poor man; and her life, in spite of all her toil26 and privation, has been happier than mine"; and he shook his head pathetically over "what might have been."
The marble clock on the mantel chimed out the hour of twelve, and the young people came flocking in from the dining-room, their noisy mirth hushed as they remembered that the sacred hours of the Christmas Sabbath had begun.
"I have induced Miss Martell to give us a Christmas hymn27 before parting," said Harcourt; and he led Alice to the piano, as if there had been some preconcerted arrangement.
Lottie went to her uncle's side, and took his arm in a sort of wheedling28, affectionate way. She was beginning instinctively29 to recognize that she had an ally and sympathizer in him. As he looked down upon her fair face in its dewy freshness and bloom, he vowed30 that, as far as it was in his power, she should have her own way. Time and the inevitable31 ills of our lot might dim that face, but it should not become withered32 by a lifetime of vain regret.
"What were you laughing at so, uncle?" she whispered.
"At my nephew's painful conscientiousness33 and stern performance of duty. What a martyr34 he made of himself, to be sure!"
"Now, uncle, I half believe you think I stepped under your old mistletoe on purpose. It's no such thing."
"O, no, my dear. The mistletoe is haunted, and has been for a thousand years or more, and viewless elves draw under it those who are to receive kisses,—prophetic of many others from the same lips."
But here he found Lottie's hand upon his lips for a second, and then she stood at Miss Martell's side, who was now playing a prelude35. In some surprise, Lottie noticed that, instead of there being a printed sheet upon the piano-rack, both the words and music were written by hand. As Miss Martell sang, in a sweet but unfamiliar36 air, the following words, her surprise and interest deepened:
At midnight, in Judean skies,
There dawned a light whose holy rays
Not only cheered the shepherds' eyes,
But filled with hope all coming days.
At midnight, o'er Judea's plain
Was heard a song unknown before;
The echoes of that sweet refrain
Are reaching earth's remotest shore.
'Twas not the sun o'er Eastern hills,
That shed a transient radiance round;
Nor a feeble heir of earthly ills
The shepherds in the manger found.
Upon the darker midnight sky
Of human sorrow, care, and sin—
A night that broods at noontide high;
A dreary37 gloom all hearts within—
There rose a gentle, human face,
Whose light was love and sympathy—
The God of heaven, yet of our race—
The humblest of humanity.
The night of sorrow, sin, and care
Still shadows many hapless hearts;
But all who will this light may share,—
This hope which Christmas morn imparts.
Lottie's eyes were suffused38 with tears when the simple hymn was finished, but they did not prevent her from following Miss Kartell's finger as she turned to the title-page and pointed39 to the inscription40:
"Music by Alice Martell.
"Words by Frank Hemstead.
"Dedicated41 to Miss Lottie Marsden.
"We wish you more than a 'merry'—the happy Christmas, rather, of the Christian42."
Her first response was an impulsive43 kiss to Alice. But when she looked around to thank Hemstead he had gone.
A little later, as he came stamping up the piazza44, out of the snow, after assisting Harcourt and Miss Martell away, the hall-door opened, and some one darted45 out, and took his hand in a quick, thrilling pressure. A voice that had grown as dear as familiar said, "Before we parted to-night I wanted to tell you that I think Lottie Marsden, like Ninon, has become more than a woman,—a Christian."
And she vanished, but left the night so luminous46 about him that he could not, for a long time, enter the house.
He felt, like the shepherds who kept watch centuries ago, that an angel had brought him "tidings of great joy."
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bliss
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falter
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chuckle
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