Three years had swept by, with their lights and shadows, bringing no change to the house of Mr. Wyman, save the daily unfolding of Dawn's character, and the deepening happiness of all.
Mr. Wyman had promised Dawn that when she was eighteen he would take her to Europe.
Miss Vernon passed her time very happily, dividing it between teaching, study, and labor1, and found herself improving daily, both spiritually and physically2; indeed, such a change had come over her whole nature, that she could scarce believe herself the same being that entered Mr. Wyman's home, three years previous. Life opened daily to her such rich opportunities for usefulness and growth, that no day seemed long enough to execute her plans.
Mr. Temple, whom the reader will remember as one of the guests of the party, came often to Mr. Wyman's, and soon found himself greatly interested in Miss Vernon.
It was a new experience to her to contrast him with Hugh, and to learn to analyze3 the new feeling which suffused4 her being,--that deep, undercurrent which lies beneath all surface emotions and interests, namely, Love.
How broad, deep and rich her being grew. How near and dear to her now seemed Hugh, her friend and brother. How sharply were the lines of their true relation defined,--a relation as pure as untrodden snow. Her heart overflowed5 with thankfulness to the giver of all good, who had brought her feet into such pleasant paths of peace.
In the same spot where ten years ago Mr. Wyman and fair Alice were seated, sat Herbert Temple and Florence. The night was as fair and cloudless, while the rustle6 of the trees alone broke the stillness. Pale moonbeams rested at their feet, while words of love flowed between them.
"I think I found my way to your heart the first evening I saw you, for I felt my being thrill as though I had another life pulsing with my own; am I right?"
She raised her eyes to his, and answered in words which he ever treasured,--
"It was so, Herbert. I felt as though I was stepping from my own confines; as though some strong hand had taken mine, and infused new life into my being. It was when you played, Herbert, that I was absorbed in your soul."
"It was you, Florence, who helped me to play. I felt and was inspired by your interest, your appreciation7, for no one can do such things alone. I never play as I did that night, when alone. Now, that I shall have you always to help, shall we not be happy?"
"O, Herbert, will these days last? Will love bind8 us the same in years to come?"
"No, not the same; but deeper, holier, if we do not exhaust ourselves by free ownership."
"You talk like Hugh," she said, resting her hand on his arm, and looking out on the soft, still scene before them.
"I would I could talk like him. While I admit no oracles9, I confess I admire his views, and his life which is a perfect transcript10 of his theories."
"He is a noble man, Herbert, and has done much towards my development. I thought I loved him all I could, but since you have come to my life, I feel nearer than ever to him."
"Such is the law, and beautiful it is, that true love expands our being, while the opposite contracts it. Hugh's views at first seemed wild, and rather disorderly, but close contact with the man, and opportunities of knowing him, in public and private, have made me acquainted with his worth. Love him always, Florence, and when I take you to my home never fear that I shall not understand you need to see him at times alone, for he will need you. You have been friends, and friends need each other. I am not taking you from him in soul and heart; I will but help you to give yourself to him, with your being made richer by my love."
Florence had no words with which to thank him. She only nestled closer to the heart which loved her so well.
"How lovely this night is," she said, breaking the long silence which followed; "the stillness is so sacred, I would not for worlds disturb it with a sound, even of the sweetest music."
"Your words give me much comfort, Florence, for long have I wanted some one who could sympathize with me on that subject. To most persons, sound alone is considered music; to me, a night like this should not be jarred save by soft vibrations11 of aeolian strings12. And the same of beautiful scenery. I cannot bear to hear one burst forth13 in song, for the landscape is to me, in itself, a Te Deum, a perfect song of praise."
"I am made happy by your words, Herbert, for there are moments when music seems to me to be so sadly out of place, that I feel almost like crushing the instrument and performer together. And now may I ask you, why the music of some performers gives me pain instead of pleasure? I know, but I want your answer. We will take Miss York, for instance; she is full of hearty14, earnest life, robust15 and strong. I know she plays in time and tune17, and sings correctly, but I feel all out of tune, and completely disharmonized when she performs in my presence."
"I fully18 comprehend your feelings. I have had the same myself, and my interpretation19 of it is that I cannot accept the music through her organism; or, rather, her atmosphere being between the subject and the auditor20, the latter feels only time and sound, not music, not the idea the composer designed to convey. Is not that it?"
"Exactly. After all, there are very few who are organized sufficiently21 delicate to translate music."
"True, Florence; how many seek the glorious art, not for its uplifting power, but as a means of display. Let us love it for the good it does for mankind, and use it, not for the end, but as a means, of enjoyment22."
"I play but seldom, Herbert, dearly as I love it."
"I am not sorry to hear that. I think that greater good is obtained by not being too much in its immediate23 sphere. Of course greater mechanical skill is acquired by constant practice, but I know by my own experience that when the soul has reached a certain height of culture, the physical nature becomes subordinate to the spiritual, and is controlled by it, because the two natures are then replete24 with harmony, and the fullness of the one finds expression through the other,--the hand moves in complete obedience25 to the spirit. Dearly as I love music, I cannot hear or execute it too often. On this I am pleased to see we agree. The air is growing chilly26; we will go in and sing one song before we part. What shall it be?"
"The Evening Song to the Virgin," she answered.
Seating himself at the instrument, he played the prelude27 soft and low, then their voices mingled28 in that graceful30, gliding31 song, as only voices can mingle29 that are united in the harmony of love.
It filled the whole air with sweetness, and Hugh's senses revelled32 in the holy spell, as he sat alone on the piazza33, thinking of the past, his lovely Alice, and the beautiful child which was left to bless his years.
No other song followed; none could. Florence listened to the retreating footsteps of her lover, and then sat in the moonlight to think of her joys.
Howard Deane was weary. Life had not gone pleasantly with him, since we introduced him to the reader. His business, so lucrative34 and once full of interest, demanding his closest attention, now seemed of no account. Existence had become to him a round of duties mechanically performed. The very air was leaden, and void of life. He needed a revivifying influence, something to invigorate him. His energies languished35, and there seemed no one to extend to him a helping36 hand, as his wife was at deadly variance37 with those who could have given him what he was so much in want of.
The fire had gone out on his domestic altar, for no trusting wife sat there. She was dark and heavy in soul. They had become strangers to each other, not by roaming, but by a too close relationship.
Mrs. Deane had returned only bodily to her home; her heart and mind were on a sea of doubt, at the mercy of every wind and wave. No ripple38 of love broke their long silence, as they sat together in their home. They each felt lonely, and would have been far less so apart. Mr. Deane at length broke the spell, by saying,--
"I am going to the mountains next week, Mabel; would you like to go?"
"I am going home. Mother has sent for me. I may as well be there as here; no one will miss me."
She had better have left the words unsaid, and saw it herself in the dark, contracted brow of her husband, who replied,--
"I shall go alone. It is best I should. You can remain with your parents the remainder of the season, for I shall not be back for months," then abruptly39 left the room.
The words were as decisive as his manner. She felt she had gone too far, and would have given worlds to retract40. But it was too late; he was now out of hearing.
What had come over their lives? They were treading a road thick with dust, which rose at every step, soiling their once white garments. Surely they needed a baptism to make them pure.
The cloud which overhung their sky held the heavenly water which would make them clean.
It came in the form of sickness. Their eldest41 boy laid ill and near unto death. Hope and fear alternated in their hearts as they stood beside the little one, and saw a raging fever course through his veins43, and day by day the full form wasted away. Thus the baptismal waters flowed over their souls, and they wept together. Joy beamed from their faces when the dread44 crisis was past, and they were told he would live. Through sorrow they were reunited. They had wandered, but were returning with life and love in their hearts, and crowns of forgiveness in their hands. Thus do we ever become strong through our sufferings, and seeming evils work our good, for they are parts of the great unity45 of life.
Mrs. Deane lessened46 her prejudices, and learned to know and love those whom her husband had found worthy47, and among them, Miss Evans. With her she passed many pleasant hours, and that noble woman made known to her, many paths of rest and peace which she had previously48 through her ignorance and jealousy49, persistently50 shunned51.
The years sped on; some were gathered to their homes above; some found new relations and strong ties to bind them here, until, at length, Dawn's eighteenth birth-day came, bright and sunny over the eastern hills. On the morrow, with her father, she was to leave for the city where they were to embark52 for England. The morning was passed in receiving the calls of friends, and later Mr. and Mrs. Temple and Miss Evans came to dine with them. The evening was spent by Dawn alone with her father.
The next day, Florence, now a happy wife and mother, came to see them off. It had seemed to her for a month previous that all her partings with them had been final adieus, and now the moment was at hand which was really to separate them-for how long she knew not. It was not strange that a vein42 of sadness ran through the pleasure of the hour. But each strove to conceal53 aught that would mar54 the joy with which Dawn anticipated her journey, and the gladness which Florence would experience on their return was by her made to do service at this their time of departure.
Hugh took the hand of Florence in his own, and held it so closely that his very soul seemed to vibrate its every nerve. Then his lips touched her brow; fond good-byes were exchanged, the quick closing of the carriage door was heard, and they were gone.
Statue-like stood Florence for several moments, then going to the room she had for so many years occupied, she permitted her tears to flow, tears which she had kept back so nobly for their sake. Her husband walked through the garden with a sense of loneliness he scarce expected to experience; and then back to the library, where he awaited the appearance of his wife.
She came down soon with a smile on her face, but the swollen55 eyes showed the grief she had been struggling with.
"We must look cheerful for Miss Evans' sake," he said, kissing her; for, somehow he felt as though she too had gone, and he must assure himself that it was not her shadow alone that stood before him.
"It is so nice," she said brightly, "that Hugh has prevailed on Miss Evans to remain here during his absence. It would be so lonely with only Aunt Susan at home. As it is, we can see the library and drawing-room open, and we shall not feel his absence so keenly."
"And what a charming place for her to write her book in," remarked Herbert, walking to the bay-window that overlooked the garden.
"We can come over every week and see her and the house, which will be next thing to seeing Dawn and her father," said his wife, earnestly.
Despite all his theory, his large and unselfish heart, a strange feeling came over him, a cloud flitted over his sunny nature. It was hardly discernable, and yet were it to take a form in words, might have displayed itself thus: "I fear she loves them better than me." He shook the feeling off, as though it was a tempter, and said fondly:
"As our friend Hugh arranged that we take tea in his home to-night, we will go and meet Miss Evans, who, I think, must be near by this time."
It was Mr. Wyman's desire that Miss Evans should be at his house as soon after they were gone as possible, and establish herself within it. She granted his wish, and requested them to bid her adieu at her own home, which she would close immediately after, and repair to his.
"What an atmosphere she will have to work in," said Florence, as she arranged a delicate vine over a marble bust16. "But come, it will be lonely for Miss Evans to walk all the way by herself, to-day."
They met her just turning into the path. She had a wreath on her arm, Dawn's parting gift, and a beautiful moss56 rose-bud in her hair, which Hugh gave her when he bade her good-bye.
"How were they, happy?" were the first words of Florence, anxious to hear a moment later from her dear ones.
"Very happy and bright," answered Miss Evans, with an inward struggle to keep back a tide of emotion. Florence clasped her hand, and held it in a manner which said, "Let us be close friends while they are away, and help each other."
The firm pressure assured her that we may talk without words, they entered the house, and sat down to a nice repast, which Dawn had prepared with her own hands, while the room was fragrant57 with blossoms which she had gathered an hour before her departure.
After supper they walked in the garden, and when twilight58 came on, returned to the house, and listened to the charming music which came from the instrument, under Herbert's magic touch.
"I expect we shall all dream of sunny France, and dreamy Italy," said Miss Evans, after the music had ceased, and the time for words had come.
"If we expect to dream, we must place ourselves in proper condition; so we must bid you good night, Miss Evans," said Mr. Temple, rising.
"I did not expect my words to hasten your departure, Mr. Temple. Can you not stay longer?"
"Not another moment," he answered, taking his wife's bonnet59 and shawl, which she had brought from the hall, and putting them upon her. "I expect Florence has gone with our good friends. Come and see us, Miss Evans, soon. Good night; I will speak for both. Florence has gone away in spirit."
At this Florence roused, and kissed Miss Evans good night. She had no words. She was very weary, and felt glad to know that her home was not far off, only a pleasant walk, for Hugh would not consent that there should be a great distance between them, so long as the freedom to build where they chose was allowed.
Florence was indeed weary; neither the morrow, nor the deep love and devotion of her husband brought her strength back, but she pined day by day.
Miss Evans carried flowers, Dawn's favorites, to her each day, with the hope that she would revive. On the contrary, they only served to keep the spell of languor60 upon her. At last her husband grew alarmed, and one evening after she had retired61 to rest, earlier than usual, he sought Miss Evans, who, hearing his step on the carriage path, knew he was alone, and expected to be summoned to his wife.
"How is Florence, to-day?" she inquired, as soon he was seated.
"The same languor oppresses her, and I have come to speak with you about it. Can you enlighten me in regard to her state? Some strange fears have crept into my mind, I suppose, because my nerves are weak, in my anxiety for her." Here he paused, as though he dared not entertain the thought, much less make it known to another.
In an instant she read his fears.
"I think I understand the cause of your wife's languor, for, although not an educated physician, I lay some claim to a natural perception of the causes of physical and mental ills."
"Some people are magnetically related." She continued. "I think Hugh and your wife were bound by spiritual laws which are as sacred as physical. They lived upon each other's magnetism62. She will droop63 for a while, but revive when she receives his letters. He will not feel the change so sensitively, as he has new life and interests before him every moment. This relation ought to be better understood, and will be, I trust, with many others, which are not now recognized as having an existence."
"Then you think she will recover?"
"Certainly; and a change for the better will be apparent as soon as she receives his first letter. She is only attenuated64 now, reaching after him, her friend and instructor65 for so many years."
"I feared-I almost-forgive me, Miss Evans, for the strange thought, that Florence might, after all, have loved Hugh better than myself. I will not stand in her or any woman's way to happiness, if I know it."
"Drive that thought from your mind, Herbert." As she said this with so much depth of earnestness, he noticed that her manner and tone betrayed not a shadow of surprise at his confession66, and his face turned inquiringly to her.
"It was a wicked thought, I know; let it rest with you, Miss Evans."
"It is buried," she said, "and will never know a resurrection. But as to its being wicked, it was far from that, and very natural."
"Your words allay67 my fears, and strengthen my trust."
"They have lived such an earnest life together that his was a constituent68, a part of her own. No wonder that she drooped69 when this union of vital sympathy was divided. Neither is it strange that you should be agitated70 by doubts and fears; but let me assure you again, that she by this attraction is none the less your own. She will feel an infusion71 of his life through his letters, and regain72 her wonted strength. She is yours, and his too; and more to you because she is much to him."
A smile of peace settled over his disturbed features, as he took her hand, saying,--
"You have made me strong and trustful, and from this hour my life will flow in broader and deeper channels. My present is bright; my future all radiant with hope."
"I am very glad that your call has resulted so pleasantly," said Miss Evans, and as Mr. Temple left she sent her love to Florence, with the assurance that she would soon have the pleasure of welcoming her again to the home of Dawn.
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