When Margaret Thorne left N--, it was with the intention of following the old woman's warning, and avoiding the stranger.
"Where shall I go?" was the ever prominent question, repeated again and again, to the end of the journey.
At last the train stopped at the busy city; the close of the journey had come, but no end to her restless thoughts. While she was thus musing1, she was aroused by the usual, "Have a hack2? a hack, miss?" This seemed to indicate her next step. She handed her baggage check to the person who addressed her, and directed him to drive to a public house.
Seated in the carriage she was somewhat relieved of the feeling of uncertainty3 which had oppressed her. Alas5, the poor girl did not know that at that moment the woman of evil deeds was directing the coachman where to carry the helpless victim.
And thus her fate was sealed; her child was born in a house of sin, and its little eyes first opened in its dark, immoral6 atmosphere.
The woman had managed all so cunningly that Margaret did not know but that she was in a respectable house, nor see her until it was too late. Then, knowing her helplessness, the woman, by subtle flatteries and approaches in her hour of womanly need, at a time when she was weak and susceptible7 to seemingly kind attentions, won her confidence. The child of circumstances caught at the broken staff held out for her as a drowning one seeks any hold in a storm. In her hour of sorrow and destitution8, she accepted the only aid which was proffered9 her, for aid she must have, and she was not able to command her choice.
Day by day the woman into whose hands she had fallen, worked herself into her life and affection, until at length Margaret began to think there might be worse persons than those about her, and greater sins in the wide world than those which were committed beneath the roof which now sheltered her.
Creatures of circumstance as we are, we are too apt to attribute to our own strength of purpose the virtue10, so called, in which we pride ourselves. Women in happy homes, by pleasant hearths11, and surrounded with every means of social enjoyment12, take credit to themselves for their upright demeanor13, and indulge in bitter denunciation of those, who, less fortunately circumstanced, yield to the tempter's allurements14. Little do they think of what they themselves might have been, but for the protection which some good angel has thrown around them. It would be well for us all to pause and think, and ask our souls the question which this thought suggests.
As has been seen, Margaret Thorne came not willingly to the home in which she now was, neither did she willingly remain. Circumstances not of her own making, governed her; and may it not be there are many similarly situated15. To such the world owes its pity, not its condemnation16.
The "social evil" is not confined to the houses which the public marks as its only abode17, but is to be found in many of those in which the marriage ceremony is supposed to have insured chastity.
In these, too often, the unwelcome child is ushered18 into being, the fruit of a prostitution more base than any which is called by that name, because sanctioned and shielded by a covenant19 of holiness. If any children are illegitimate such are. If any mothers are to be condemned20, they are those, who, vain and foolish, filled with worldly ambition, angrily regret that their time is encroached upon by the demands of their dependent offspring. In vain the little ones reach out for the life and love which should be freely given them; then, finding it not, fade and die like untimely flowers. Thousands of innocent beings go to the grave every year from no other cause than this, that though born in wedlock21 they are the offspring of passion, and not the children of love.
Sad as these thoughts are, they are nevertheless true. An hour's walk in any community, will bring to any one's observation inharmonious children. Let the married reflect, and closely question themselves, in order that they may know the true relation which they bear to the children who are called by their name. Better by far that a child of pure love be brought into the world, with a heart to love it, a hand to lead it, and a soul to guide it, than a child of passion, to be hated and forsaken23 by those who should care for and protect it.
Little can be done by one generation to right this wrong, but that little should be done with earnestness.
"I will not forsake22 it," said Margaret, looking into the eyes of her child; eyes that fastened on hers such a questioning gaze, that it made her heart beat fast, and the scalding tears flow down her cheeks; eyes that resembled those that once flashed on her the light of passion, which she mistook for that of pure affection.
Years rolled on, and she struggled with life, trying to support herself and child by her efforts. But, alas, the taint4 was on her; none would help her to a better existence, and she fell to rise no more this side the grave.
Not suddenly did she surrender her womanhood, but slowly, as hope after hope failed, and all her efforts were met with a foul24 distrust.
The years that came and went by, bringing happiness to many, brought none to her. One night the angel of death stole noiselessly to her side, and took her only earthly comfort,--her child. His fair face and innocent smile had repaid her a hundred fold for the frowns of the world she had met. Now she had no moorings, no anchor in the broad sea of existence.
"I shall die some day," she said, "and perhaps the angels will forgive me." So she walked alone, and cared not what came to her life, or filled the measure of her days on earth.
Miss Evans sat alone in her home, musing, as she had often done. She had just been reading passages from "Dream Life," having opened the book at random25 to a chapter entitled, "A Broken Hope." Was life mocking her at every step? She turned the pages listlessly, and "Peace" flashed before her vision. Peace, at last. No matter how great the struggle, rest shall be ours. We may not attain26 what we have striven for on earth, but peace will come, and the "rest which the world knows not of."
But her mind did not feel the promise then. Life seemed growing dull, insipid27. The course of the chariot wheels of progress, were impeded28. What had become of her earnest, working self, whose deepest happiness was in laboring29 for humanity? Why were her hands so idle, and her mind so listless? Question rose on question, until her mind seemed plunging30 into a sea whose troubled waves moaned and dashed against her life-bark, giving her spirit no repose31. Why was she floating on this restless sea?
A hand was laid upon her shoulder. She turned, and the warm blood tinged32 her cheeks and brow.
"Hugh!"
"Arline!"
It was the first time for years that the sound of her own name had thrilled her so deeply.
He sat by her, took her hands in his own, and had never seemed to belong to her so much as in that hour.
"I never was more delighted to see you," she said, unaware33 of the tide of emotion which his answer would awaken34.
"I am glad, indeed, that it is so. Then I do not seek you to be repulsed35. I love you, Arline."
She was not startled by this avowal36, as it might have been supposed she would have been, and yet she never thought to hear words like those pass his lips. Like dew upon withering37 flowers they came, and she looked up, saying,--
"How long has this feeling existed in your heart, Hugh?"
"Since I found I could love more than one, and yet love that one deeper and more tenderly."
"And when was that?"
"When I first saw my home after my foreign trip. Until then, I had but one feeling towards you, and that, you know, was a brother's love."
"I do."
"But tell me," he said, as though a new thought had impressed him, "how long have you loved me?"
"Always, Hugh."
"Always?" he repeated. "And yet you kept that love a secret to every soul but your own. It is well, and in order. I could not have known it before. May I ever prove worthy38 of such devotion, such true love. Arline, our love has not the fire of passion, but a purer flame burns upon its altar, one which consumes not, while it illumines our way."
For many hours they sat together, much of the time in silence, their souls communing in that language which has not an earthly expression. Soon the current of their lives mingled39; the green banks of peace were in view. Night adorned40 itself in the robes of morning; doubt and questioning gave place to faith and trust.
She went to his home to walk daily with one whom God had made to vibrate in soul to that of her own earnest life. There was no crowd to witness the external rite41; only a chosen few who could enter into the true spirit of the occasion, were present, while over them hovered42 the angelic form of the dear, departed Alice, happy indeed, that a woman's affection and gentleness had come to bless him whom she too so truly loved.
Dawn was radiant with emotion at the union. "Another life now enfolds me," she said to her father, when they were alone for the first time after the ceremony. "I knew she was coming; I felt it when we came home. You did not seek it, father, it came to you; it was to be; and now as you have some one to sit by your side, I may roam a little, may I not?"
"Ah, yes; I remember a certain pair of eyes over the sea, which more than once flashed on a young lady who shall be nameless."
Dawn suddenly interrupted this remark by the exclamation43, "Ah, don't, father, don't!" and her tone struck him as sadly out of place for the time and occasion; so he said no more, but wondered at her strange, and to him at that moment, unaccountable manner.
"What a peculiar44 wedding," said every one; "just like the Wymans, they never do anything like any one else."
"What he found to admire in Miss Evans, is more than I can see," said one of the busy-bodies who favored Miss Vernon with a call on a certain memorable45 morning.
"He's a curious man," said an old lady, between a yawn and a smile, "and nobody ever could understand him."
These, and a hundred similar expressions equally unimportant, were heard, and then all was still again.
The new pair took up the deep current of their lives with united strength, and merged46 their efforts into one channel, each distinct, but flowing in time to the divine order, enriching each other's lives.
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