Mrs. Deane sat rocking, and casting impatient glances at the little clock upon the mantle1. The book which she had an hour previous been deeply interested in, lay closed upon her lap, while the nervous glancing of her eye towards the door, told that she was anxiously awaiting the arrival of some one. The clock struck ten, and rising from her seat, she went to the window, and drawing the curtain aside, looked out on the soft summer night. It was one of those lovely evenings towards the close of the season, when the slightly chilled air reminds one of cosy2 firesides, and close companionship with those dearest to the heart. But her thoughts were not of a peaceful cast. She was alone, and jealous of him who had left her so. A moment later and the sound of footsteps was heard upon the piazza3; a sound which in earlier years she had heard with thrills of pleasure. But to-night they only loosed the tension of long-pent passion, and selfish thoughts of neglect. She sank into a chair, and sat with the air of one deeply wronged, as her husband entered the room.
"What, up and waiting for me?" he said, going towards her, his face glowing with mental exhilaration.
She turned coldly from him, and took up her book. He drew it gently from her, saying,--
"Listen, Mabel, to me. I want to talk with you awhile. You can read when I am away."
"Yes, sir, I find ample opportunities for that," and she cast on him a look of keen rebuke4.
"Don't, Mabel; listen to me."
"I am all attention; why do you not proceed?"
"Do you think I can talk while you are in such a frame of mind?"
"Why, what would you have me do? I am waiting for your words of wisdom, or, maybe, a lecture on the foibles of the sex in general, and myself in particular; proceed, it's quite a relief, I assure you, to hear a human voice after these lonely evenings, which seem interminable."
"Why, Mabel, what do you mean? I have not spent an evening away from you for nearly a year before this. My absence this evening has been purely5 accidental, although I have passed it very agreeably."
"And may I ask where you find such delightful6 entertainment, that kept you away till this late hour, for it is nearly midnight?"
"Yes. I have spent the evening with Miss Evans."
"That detestable strong-minded-"
"Mabel! I will not hear her spoken of in this manner."
"O, no indeed. All the men in L--are crazy after her society,--so refined, so progressive, so intelligent. I am sick of it all. I suppose you think we poor wives will submit to all this. No, no; I shall not, for one. You will spend your evenings at home with me. Howard Deane, you have no right to leave me for the society of any woman, as you have to-night."
Having thus expended7 her breath and wrath8, she sank back into her hair and gave vent9 to her feelings in a flood of tears. To her limited sight, she was an injured woman. How different would she have felt could she have kindly10 listened to the words which he was longing11 to speak to her.
"O, Mabel, if you would only listen to me. To-night I have heard such glorious thoughts that my whole being longed to share them with you. Thoughts that would make any man or woman live a nobler and better life. O, Mabel, be my helpmate. Do not turn from one who loves you."
"A strange way to manifest your love for me, spending your hours with other women,--"
"Stop, Mabel. I will, at least, have myself heard, and be free to hear the thoughts of other women, as well as those of men. I begin to believe that the words of Hugh Wyman are too true, 'marriage, in nine cases out of ten, is a bondage-a yoke12 of tyranny, keeping two souls fretting13 and wearing each other's lives away.'"
He stopped, fearful that he had gone too far, and looked earnestly on the cold features of his wife. Forgive him, reader, he could not help comparing her then with Miss Evans, the latter so calm, earnest, and deep in her love for humanity and progressive life.
He stepped close to her side, and taking her hand as tenderly as a lover might, said,--
"Mabel, forgive me; I was excited, and said too much. I love you, as you well know, as I love no other woman, but I must have the innocent freedom of enjoying a friend's society, even though that friend be a woman.
"O, certainly, Mr. Deane. I would not for a moment debar you from social pleasures. I see I am not congenial, and do not attract you. Perhaps Miss Evans is your soul-affinity; if so, I beg you not to let me stand in your way. I can go to my father's, any day."
"Mabel!" It was all he could utter, and went out of the room.
Alone, and left to her own reflections, she became more calm. A tear of real penitence14 for her hasty words, stole down her cheek. "I will go and tell Howard I am sorry for my unkind remarks," she said, as she brushed it from her face, and she rose to do so. At that moment a short, quick ring of the doorbell shook away the resolve, and she trembled with fear, unable to answer the summons.
How thankful she felt to hear her husband's firm, manly15 step in the hall, and then his voice, low and rich as ever, welcoming her own parents. Why were they here? and what could have happened? were the questions which came to her mind, as her mother rushed into the room, followed by her father, with a carpet-bag and sundry16 packages.
"We have given you a surprise this time, I guess, Mabel," he said, kissing her as tenderly as he used to when she sat upon his knee, and listened to almost endless stories of his own making.
"But why is it that you are so late?" she asked, anxiously.
"The cars were delayed three hours by an accident, so instead of arriving in good time, we have come in rather out of order, but not unwelcome, Mabel, I know."
He did not see her face, or he might have feared that the welcome was not as warm as usual. She answered quickly:
"Why, yes, father, you and mother are welcome at any time of day or night," and yet she wished she was alone with Howard that moment.
"I told father," said her mother, looking at the clock, "that it was so late we had better go to a hotel, but he would come, saying, Howard would not mind getting up to give the old folks a welcome."
"We should have been very sorry to have had you done so. O, here comes Howard," and the husband of Mabel entered, looking very pale.
"Late hours don't agree with you, my son. What has kept you up so long?"
"Some winged messenger, I suspect, knowing you were coming; but you must be weary," and he offered the new-comers refreshments17 from the side board. Mabel, however, had flown to the dining-room and prepared them something more substantial in the way of cold meats, and a cup of tea, which she made in an incredibly short space of time.
It was a relief when she had shown them to their room. She went below and sat alone, hoping Howard would come to her. He had gone into his study, where he sometimes passed a greater part of the night in writing, for he was a lawyer by profession, being a man of more than average abilities, his services were sought for many miles around. Mabel waited, but he came not, and being unable longer to bear delay, she sought him in his retreat.
"Mabel, you ought to be in bed; its now half past one. You will scarce be able to entertain your father and mother, I fear, if you do not go now," and he resumed his writing.
"So cold! Well, I can live without his love," she said to herself, and turned to leave the room. He glanced at her lithe18 form, and all the lover-like feelings of early years came over him. He longed to fold her once more to his heart, and rose to follow her.
"Good night, sir," came from her lips in icy tones, and he returned to his labors20, chilled, heart-sick and weary, where we will leave him and turn back one chapter to the cause of all this misconception, and see if we find in it aught but words of truth, and principles which should be understood by all.
Like too many women, Mrs. Deane had striven to keep her husband wholly to herself. She could not realize that one who is determined21 in her own way and time to get the whole, may not get even a part. She wanted him entirely22 for herself, ignorant of the fact, or if knowing, rebellious23 against it, that his being would flow to herself after a temporary receding24, far richer in love. Alas25, how many women are dwarfing26 noble men, and cheating themselves out of the highest enjoyments27 of life.
Of Miss Evans she knew nothing, save by report. Like the many, she allowed her prejudices to control her, and avoided all opportunities of making the acquaintance of a worthy28 woman, one who was fast becoming life and light to minds of a high order. The thoughts which had thrilled the heart and soul of her husband we will record for the benefit of those who may be struggling for light.
Howard Deane walked to the village post office that evening with no other thought than of receiving his papers and returning home. While there, he met Hugh Wyman, who requested him, as it was on his way, to take a magazine to Miss Evans. He did not hesitate to grant the request of his friend. Reaching her home he found her alone, and common courtesies led them into conversation. This at first touched only upon daily events, but soon it led into deeper channels, and their individual thoughts were brought out upon religious subjects, each receiving suggestions from the standpoint of the other.
"I am impatient, I know," said Miss Evans, as the subject warmed and brightened under the glow of words, "to see the day when my long cherished ideas will be wrought29 into actual life. Will it not be grand when religion shall no longer be an abstract, soulless science, a musty theology, but a living, vital truth, lived and acted, not merely professed30 and preached; when the human family shall be united in one bond, and man love to do his brother good; when he who is strong, shall care for him who is weak; when daily deeds of kindness shall be accepted as true worship; when the golden rule shall be the only creed31 of mankind, and woman shall throw upon her erring32 sisters the blessed veil of charity. The world is full of need to-day. It never so much needed the labor19 of every earnest man and woman as now. All can work for its advancement33; some speak, some write, others act, and thus unitedly aid in ushering34 in the millenium of humanity. Religion is to me only a daily life of goodness. The church has little but form. We want vital christianity flowing from heart to heart; and prayers, not at stated times, but when souls mount heavenward, whether in words or deeds, to be recognized as true worship. When our churches shall be adorned35 by art; when the theatre, now so little understood, is employed as a lever of moral power, equal if not greater than the church, for reaching the heart, and enriching the intellect; when these two forces approach each other, then shall we have a real church and true worship. Art in every form must be acknowledged as the great mediator36 between God and man, and when this is done we shall have a completeness in our worship, which is little dreamed of now. To my mind, the drama appears as the great instructor37 of the coming time-- greater than the church, more potent38, hence more effectual, and will, I think, at some day occupy its place. I have talked long, but the fullness of the theme must be my excuse."
"I am but too glad to hear expressions of such thoughts from any one. I have been for a long time reaching for something more satisfactory than I have received. The forms of worship have long been dull and void of life to me."
"Too long have our minds been lumbered39 with doctrines40, instead of principles," said Miss Evans, her face glowing with earnest thought, "but the signs of the times are now glorious. Men will no longer feed on husks and dry bones. The call is every day for light, more light, and theories are fast giving place to human experiences. A strong current of individual life, too, is setting in, which inspires every speaker and writer with high and noble thoughts, and they are forced to give bread and not stones to the multitude. We shall, I hope, Mr. Deane, live to see the coming of the new day, for surely we have little but darkness now, and yet all the light we could use, I suppose, else it would have come before."
"I trust we shall, and if men and women are true to the light they have, the day will soon be here. But, really, Miss Evans," he said, looking at his watch, "'t is almost ten o'clock; how rapidly the moments have flown."
"I lose all idea of time when I feel the beating and pulsing of a human soul," responded Miss Evans. "I hope you will come again and bring your wife; I only know her by features; I really wish to know her through her thoughts."
"I will, I thank you," and he left, full to overflowing41, impatient to impart to his wife the thoughts of an earnest soul. We have met him in his home, and know the result,--the sharp reverse side of most of life's best experiences.
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