For this wand'ring ever longer, evermore,
Hath overworn me,
And I know not on what shore
I may rest from my despair."
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rom his pale lips dropped one word:
"Georgia!"
"Dearest Richmond," she said, looking up in his face with her radiant eyes.
"Oh, Georgia, my wronged wife, can you ever forgive me?" he cried, passionately2.
"I have nothing to forgive, my husband," she said, sweetly. "It is I who should be forgiven."
"Oh, Georgia, where have you been? Do I really see you, or do I dream? So often have I dreamed you were restored, and woke to find it a dream. Is this a delusion4 like the rest?"
"Shake hands, and see."
She held out hers with a smile, and he took it, and gazed into her face with a doubtful, troubled look.
"Yes, it is Georgia; it must be she; the same, yet so different. You never looked like this in the days gone past, Georgia."
"I have been new-born since," she said, with a serene5 smile. "You shall learn all soon, Richmond. Do you know I have come to stay now?"[Pg 370]
"See here, Mr. Wildair," said Curtis, giving him a poke6 "don't you keep looking so; everybody's staring and whispering, and our friend here, Whiskerando," pointing to the starred foreigner, "looks as if he thought he had got into a lunatic asylum7 by mistake. You take Georgia—I mean Mrs. Wildair—off into that conservatory8, for instance, where you can stare at her to your heart's content, and learn all the particulars since she cut her lucky—I mean since she ran off and left you in the lurch9. Go; I know it will take you an hour, at least, to settle matters, and beg each other's pardon, and smoke the pipe of peace, and so on; and, meantime, as it is necessary the company should know who it is, I'll whisper it as a great secret into the ear of the first lady I meet, and get her to promise not to tell. There! vanish!"
Passing his hand across his eyes, as if to dispel10 a mist, Richmond offered her his arm and led her toward the conservatory, followed by the wondering eyes of the guests.
But Mr. Curtis had no need to tell. Miss Harper was there, and recognized her with a suppressed shriek11; and in an instant after, like wild-fire, it ran through the room that this dark, beautiful stranger was the mysterious wife of Mr. Wildair.
Dancing was no longer thought of. Everybody flocked around Mr. Curtis, and such an avalanche12 of questions as was showered upon him human ears never listened to before. Had he possessed13 a thousand tongues he could hardly have answered one-half. But he did not try to answer them. Mr. Dick Curtis was a sensible young man, and never attempted impossibilities; so he only folded his arms and looked around him complacently14, listening with the profoundest attention to all, but answering never a word; until,[Pg 371] at last, when quite tired and breathless, there was a pause, he lifted up his voice and spoke15:
"Ladies and gentlemen: On the present interesting and facetious16 occasion allow me to say—(ahem!)—to say——"
[Here a voice in the crowd, that of Mr. Henry Gleason, if you remember that young gentleman, reader, interrupted with, "You have said it! Push along, old boy!"]
"To say," pursued Mr. Curtis, casting a withering17 glance at the speaker, "as that very polite youth, whoever he may be, has falsely informed you I have already said, that Mr. Wildair, his excellency," said Mr. Curtis, with a dignified18 wave of his hand, "has commissioned me to say—I beg your pardon, sir; you're standing19 on that lady's dress—to say that the lady you beheld20 this evening is his wife, who has been indulging in a little trip to Europe with his—(ahem!)—full approbation21, while he was seeing after the great, glorious, and immortal22 union in Washington, and scattering23 political oats—to use a figure of speech—before that tremendous bird, the American eagle; and the lady arriving quite promiscuously24, if I may be allowed so strong an expression, he was slightly surprised to see her—(ahem!)—as you all perceived, and has just gone to have a little friendly chat with her over family matters and kitchen cabinet affairs generally. And so, ladies and gentlemen," concluded Mr. Curtis, laying his kid glove on his heart and bowing gracefully25, "I hope his temporary absence will not plunge27 you into too deep affliction, or cause you to feel too dreadfully cut up, but that you will set seriously to work and enjoy yourselves, while I represent his excellency, and during his absence receive your homage28. And to conclude, in the words of Demosthenes, the great Latin poet, who[Pg 372] beautifully observes, 'E Pluribus Unum,' a remark which I hope none of you will consider personal, for I solemnly assure you it was not meant to be, as I haven't the remotest idea of what it means. If any further particulars are needed," said Mr. Curtis, drawing himself up, and casting another glance of withering scorn upon Mr. Henry Gleason, "I must refer you to the young gentleman who was good enough to interrupt me, and who stands there now, a mark for the finger of scorn to poke fun at. Ladies and gentleman, I have spoken! Long may it wave."
And with this last "neat and appropriate" quotation29, Mr. Curtis bowed and blushingly retired30, leaving his audience in convulsions of laughter, for his unspeakably droll31 look and solemn tone no pen can describe. It had the good effect, however, of diverting their attention from Mr. Wildair and his wife for the present; and Mr. Curtis the center of a laughing group, while his own face maintained its expression of most doleful gravity, became for the time being the lion of the hour. With edifying32 meekness33 did Mr. Curtis stand, "his blushing honors thick upon him," until getting rather tired of it, he made a signal to the band to strike up, and selecting Miss Arlingford for his partner, a quadrille was formed and dancing commenced with real earnestness, and the business of the evening might be said to have begun.
But when an hour passed and the lady whose entree34 had created such a sensation did not appear, impatient glances began to be cast toward the conservatory, and petulant35 whispers to circulate, and pouting36 lips wondered why they did not come. In vain Mr. Curtis was "funny;" his popularity was waning37 as fast as it had risen, and it was all a waste of ammunition38. His jokes were unattended[Pg 373] to, his puns were unlaughed at, his most dolorous39 looks had no effect on the risibles of any, except those who had a very keen sense of the ludicrous. At last, in disgust at the fickleness40 of public favor, he got dignified and imposing41, and that had the effect of making sundry42 compressed lips smile right out loud, but it is uncertain whether even this would have lasted any time had not, suddenly, Richmond Wildair appeared with his wife leaning on his arm.
In an instant a profound hush43 of expectation reigned44 throughout the room; the music instantaneously stopped; the dancers one and all paused, and every eye was bent45 upon them. A low, respectful murmur46 of admiration47 ran round the room at her queen-like beauty, but it lasted only an instant, and all was again still.
"My friends," said the clear, powerful voice that a short time before had dispersed48 the surging crowd, "this lady, as you are all probably aware, is my wife. There is not one here who has not heard a thousand vague, floating rumors49 why we were separated, and now I feel it necessary to say a few words of explanation, and silence the tongue of scandal forever. A misunderstanding, slight and unimportant at first, such as will arise at times in all families, was the cause. No blame, not the faintest shadow of blame, attaches to this lady; if blame there be, it solely50 belongs to me. A mutual51 explanation and a perfect reconciliation52 have ensued, and if any one for the future shall canvass53 the motives54 which caused us for a brief time to part, I will consider that person my willful enemy. Ladies and gentlemen, let this pleasant but unexpected incident not interfere55 with the amusements of the evening, and as example is better than precept56, I shall join you. Come, Georgia."[Pg 374]
He motioned to the musicians, and the dancers again formed, with Mr. and Mrs. Wildair at their head. And then, when the quadrille was ended, all came flocking round to be presented to his beautiful wife, whose Juno-like beauty and grace was the theme of every tongue. And for the remainder of the evening "all went merry as a marriage bell." If anything were wanting to add eclat57 to the inauguration58 of the new governor this supplied it, and every one grew perfectly59 enthusiastic about the gifted young statesman and his beautiful wife. So romantic and mysterious as it all was, "just like something in a play or a novel," as Mr. Curtis said, that the excitement it created was perfectly unheard of, and when the ball broke up and the company dispersed, in the "wee sma' hours ayont the twal," they even forgot they were sleepy and tired, and talked away of the unexpected denouement60, and electrified61 their friends when they got home with the wonderful news.
"And now, Georgia," said Richmond, "tell me what has changed you so. I can scarcely tell how it is, but it seems as if you were the Georgia I once knew etherealized—the spiritual essence of Georgia Darrell; as if you had cast off a slough62 and stepped forth63 radiant, serene, seraphic."
"Flatterer!" said Georgia, smiling, yet serious, too. "But oh, Richmond! I fear you will be angry when I tell you."
"Angry at anything that has made you just what I wanted, just what I tried to make you and failed! Not I, Georgia. Tell me what elixir64 of happiness and inward joy have you found."
"One without price, and yet one free to all—to the king and to the beggar alike."[Pg 375]
"And yet hitherto it has been beyond my reach. Tell me what it is, sweet wife, that I may drink and live, too."
"Why should I not? Name it, Georgia."
"It is called Faith, Richmond."
He looked up reverentially, and his face was very grave.
"I think I know; and yet, hitherto it has been only a word to me. I have seen it personified in two—in your little friend Emily, and in—"
He paused and his face worked.
"In whom, Richmond?"
"In Charley. Oh, Charley! oh, my brother!" he cried, in passionate3 tones as he began pacing rapidly up and down.
The irrepressible cry reminded Georgia of that other day long ago when he had received the letter in which he learned all. At the mention of that name, Georgia too rose, pale and trembling, from her seat.
"And have you seen him? Oh, Richmond! have you seen him?"
"And where is he? Richmond—oh, Richmond, do not look so! Charley, your brother—where is he, Richmond?"
"In heaven, Georgia."
She fell back in her seat, and covered her face with her hands.
"Dead! Oh, Charley! and I not there!" she cried, while her tears fell fast.
"Weep not, Georgia," said Richmond, gently removing her hands; "his death was the death of the just. May my last end be like unto his."
But still she wept hot, gushing67 tears that would not be[Pg 376] stayed—tears that fell, not wildly, but that came from the heart, and were sanctified to the memory of the early dead. At last—
"Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord," she softly murmured, lifting her pale face; "God be merciful to his soul! Dear Charley!"
"He died like a saint, Georgia; he expired like a child falling asleep in his mother's arms, with a smile on his lips; death had no terror for him."
"Were you with him, Richmond?"
"Yes—thank God! Oh, Georgia, I had hardened my heart against him, and yet when I would pass him on the street—I did often pass him, Georgia—every feeling in my heart would be stirred, and no words can tell how I would yearn68 for him, my own, my only brother. I saw he was dying day by day, and yet pride—that curse, that bane that has dogged me like an evil spirit from childhood up—would not let me step over the barrier I myself had raised, and sue for forgiveness. At last came the news that he was sick unto death, and then I could hold out no longer. I went, Georgia—went in time to hear him forgive me, and to see him die. Oh, Georgia, I shall never forget it—never! Oh, Charley, my gay, thoughtless, light-hearted brother! to think you should be lying in that far-off church-yard, cold and dead."
"Grieve not, my husband," said Georgia, earnestly, as she laid her hand on his, "but look forward to a happy meeting in heaven. And now of others—your mother, Richmond?"
"Is dead, too. Oh, Georgia, she wronged you. Can you ever forgive her?"[Pg 377]
"Yes, as freely and fully26 as I hope to be forgiven. May she rest in peace! And your cousin, Richmond."
She smiled slightly, and Richmond met her bright glance with a sort of honest shame.
"I feel like going down on my knees to you, Georgia, when that name is mentioned. She is well—or was when I saw her last—and safely married."
"Indeed! To whom, pray?"
Richmond laughed.
"Do you remember Mr. Lester, of foppish69 memory, who made one of that party to Richmond House two years ago—'Aw, weally such a boah'"—and Richmond mimicked70 him to perfection.
"What a shame!" said Georgia, laughing; "of course I remember him. Is it possible she has married that little dandy?"
"That she has, and a precious life she leads him, if all Curtis says be true, for I never go there myself. The gray mare71 in that stable is decidedly the better horse."
"So I should imagine. But where is Miss Reid? Mr. Lester used to be tender in that quarter, if I remember right."
"Oh, yes: but she married Gleason—Lieutenant Gleason, you know. That gallant72 officer proposed, and Miss Reid found it too much trouble to refuse, so she became Mrs. Gleason the second."
"Well, I wish them joy, all. How strangely things turn out in this world, don't they, Richmond?"
"Why, yes," said Richmond, laughingly, "rather so—your finding that unexpected brother, for instance. But you don't ask for your old friends in Burnfield—have you forgotten them, Georgia?"
[Pg 378]
"Forgotten them! Oh, Richmond."
"Well, don't look so reproachfully; you know I didn't mean it. You want to go and see them, I suppose?"
"Oh, indeed I do. Dear Miss Jerusha, and dear little Emily, and——"
"Dear little Betsey Periwinkle," interposed Richmond.
"Yes; just so," said Georgia, resolutely73; "a really good friend of mine was Betsey, and very intimate we were. Yes, I want to see them all; when will you take me there, Richmond?"
"In one week from this, Georgia; I cannot get away before; and then, with your brother, we will make a pilgrimage to Burnfield, and you can look once more at the 'auld74 hoose at hame.' You will have to go down on your knees and intercede75 for me with Miss Jerusha, or she will never forgive me for the way I behaved to her darling."
"Oh, how I long to go back there again! Now that the time is near, I feel twice as impatient as I did before. A whole week! I wonder if it will ever pass."
But it did pass, and another, too, and busy weeks they were with the governor and his lady. The nine days' wonder of her appearance had scarcely yet passed away when Mr. and Mrs. Wildair and Mr. Randall left B——, en route for the little "one-horse" town of Burnfield.
A fairer day never came out of the sky than the one that heralded76 Georgia's return to Burnfield—dear old Burnfield! fairer in her eyes than Florence, the beautiful, brighter than Rome, the imperial, for her home was there. Nothing was changed. There stood Richmond House, the pride and boast of the town still, there was the pleasant home of Emily Murray, there was the old school-house where her stormy girlhood had been spent.[Pg 379]
As she gazed, she lay back amid the cushions of the carriage and put her hand before her face, that they might not see how deeply she was moved. Her brother looked out with mingled77 interest and curiosity, and with a dim recollection of the few wretched days and nights he had passed here. Richmond looked on the familiar objects with mingled gladness and remorse78, and recollected79, with many strange emotions, that the last time he had entered Burnfield it had been with his bride, as they returned from their brief city tour. Only two years since then, and what changes had taken place! Mr. Dick Curtis, who had insisted on making one of their party, and positively80 refused to take no for an answer, was of them all the only one perfectly unmoved, and sat looking at the familiar landmarks81 as they drove past, with a face of grave approval.
"Fine place, sir—fine place," said Mr. Curtis, with a wave of his hand; "considerable of a town is Burnfield, eh, Randall? Not equal to Paris, you know, or Lapland, or the great St. Bernard, or any of the other tremendous cities, but a pretty tall place considering, and a real, genuine Yankee town. And then the produce—I defy the world to raise such girls, and boys, and pumpkins82 as they do in Burnfield. I defy 'em to do it, sir! Look at that young lady there, in the pink sun-bonnet and red cheeks, round as a cask of lager beer, and sweet as a cart-load of summer cherries—there's a specimen83 of American ingenuity84 for you! Could they surpass that in Constantinople or the city of Dublin, or any other distant or impossible region? No, sir; they couldn't. I defy 'em to do it, sir! Yes, I repeat it," said Mr. Curtis, striking his knee with his hand, and glaring round ferociously85 at the company generally, "I defy 'em to do it, sir."[Pg 380]
Mr. Curtis was as fierce as an African lion, so everybody immediately settled down and looked serious.
"The notion," said Mr. Curtis, folding his arms and surveying his three companions in haughty86 disgust, "that they can raise as good-looking people in any other quarter of the world as they can in these here blessed United States. Look at me now," said Mr. Curtis, drawing himself up till his suspenders snapped, "I'm a specimen! Mr. Randall, my young friend, you have traveled, you have crossed that small pond, the Atlantic, and have become personally acquainted with all the great guns of Europe, from the Hottentots of Portugal to the people of 'that beautiful city called Cork,' and now I ask you as an enlightened citizen and fellow sinner, did you ever, in all your wanderings, clap your two eyes on a better-looking young man than the individual now addressing you? Don't answer hastily—take time for reflection. You know you didn't—you know you didn't; the thing's impossible."
"Mr. Curtis must be the best judge of his own surpassing beauty," said Mr. Randall, politely; "if he will hold me excused, I would rather not give an opinion on the subject."
"Welcome to Richmond House," said Mr. Wildair, as the carriage rolled up the avenue. "And now, gentlemen, I will leave you here for the present, while Mrs. Wildair goes to see her former guardian87, Miss Jerusha Skamp."
"Perhaps I had better go alone, Richmond," said Georgia, hesitatingly. "Our first meeting——"
"Had better be unwitnessed; that is true enough," said Richmond. "Well, John will drive you down. Shall I call for you in person?"
"If Miss Jerusha consents to forgive you, I shall send[Pg 381] for you, if Fly is still in the land of the living," said Georgia, smiling. "Good-by, gentlemen;" and kissing her hand, and laughing at Mr. Curtis, who nearly turned a somerset in his profound genuflexion, she was whirled away toward the cottage.
Yes, there it stood still, the same old brown, low-roofed little homestead. How different was this visit to it to what had been her last. There was her own little room under the roof, and there, in the broad window-sill, basking88 in the broader sunshine, lay Betsey Periwinkle and one of her numerous family, lazily blinking their sleepy eyes.
Georgia's heart beat fast as she leaped out of the carriage and walked slowly toward the house. Gathering89 the sweeping90 folds of her purple satin dress in one hand, she rapped timidly, faltering91 at the door.
It was opened by Fly—yes, it was Fly, no doubt about it—who opened her eyes and jumped back with a screech92 when she saw who it was.
"Hush, Fly! How do you do?" said Georgia, tapping her black cheek. "Is Miss Jerusha in?"
But Fly, in her astonishment93 and consternation94, was incapable95 of speech; and smiling at her stunned96 look, Georgia swept past and entered the "best room."
There it was, still unchanged, and there, in her rocking-chair in the chimney-corner, knitting away, sat Miss Jerusha, unchanged, too. Old Father Time seemed to have no power over her iron frame. She did not hear Georgia's noiseless entrance, and it was only when a bright vision in glittering robes of silk and velvet97, with dark tearful eyes and sadly smiling lips, knelt at her feet, and two white youthful arms, with gold bracelets98 flashing thereon, encircled her waist, and a sweet, vibrating voice softly[Pg 382] murmured, "Dear, dear, Miss Jerusha," that she looked up.
Looked up, with a wild cry, and half arose, then fell back in her seat, and flinging her arms round her neck, fell on her shoulder with one loud passionate cry of "Georgia! Georgia!"
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85 ferociously | |
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86 haughty | |
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91 faltering | |
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95 incapable | |
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