She had convalesced2 but slowly—too slowly, the physician said, for one of her former perfect health and fine constitution. But the weight of grief hung heavily upon her, paralyzing her energies so completely that the work of recuperation went on but slowly.
Two months had elapsed since that dreadful night in which so much had taken place—her secret marriage and her uncle's murder.
She should have had a letter from her young husband ere this, but it was in vain that she asked for the mail daily. No letter and no message came from the wanderer, and to the pangs3 of grief were added the horrors of suspense4 and anxiety.
A look of weary, wistful waiting crept into the bonnie blue eyes that had of old been as cloudless and serene5 as the blue skies[Pg 23] of summer. The rose forgot to come back to her cheek, the smile to her lips. The shadow of a sad heart was reflected on her beauty.
"Upon her face there was the tint6 of grace, The settled shadow of an inward strife7, And an unquiet drooping8 of the eye, As if its lid were charged with unshed tears."
The first day she sat up Mrs. Arnold came in to see her. She had only returned from the city a few days before and was making preparations to go back for the winter season. She sent the nurse away, saying that she would sit with Miss Vere a little while herself.
It was a lovely day, warm and sunny for the season, and Bonnibel sat in her easy-chair near the window where she could look out upon the wide expanse of the ocean with its restless blue waves rolling in upon the shore with a solemn murmur9. She loved the sea, and was always sorry when the family left their beautiful home, Sea View, for their winter residence in the city.
"You have grown very thin, Bonnibel," said her aunt, giving her a very scrutinizing10 glance, as she reclined in her chair, wrapped in a warm, white cashmere dressing11 gown, to which her maid had added a few bows of black velvet12 in token of her bereavement13. "It is a pity the doctor had to shave your hair. You look a fright."
Bonnibel put her hand up to her brow and touched the soft, babyish rings of gold that began to cluster thickly about her blue-veined temples.
"It is growing out again very fast," she said; "and it does not matter any way. There is no one to care for my looks now," she added, thinking of the uncle and the lover who had doted so fondly on her perfect loveliness.
"It matters more than you think, Bonnibel," said Mrs. Arnold, sharply, the lines of vexation deepening in her face. "It behooves14 you to be as beautiful as you can now, for your face is your fortune."
"I do not understand you, aunt," said the young girl, gravely.
"It is time you should, then," was the vexed16 rejoinder, "I suppose you think now, Bonnibel, that your poor uncle has left you a fortune?"
Bonnibel looked at her in surprise, and the widow's eyes shifted uneasily beneath her gaze.
"Of course I believe that Uncle Francis has provided for my future," said the girl, quietly.
"You are mistaken, then," snapped the widow; "Mr. Arnold died without a will and failed to provide for either you or Felise. Of course, in that case, I inherit everything; and, as I remarked just now, your face is your fortune."
"My uncle died without a will!" repeated Bonnibel in surprise.
"Yes," Mrs. Arnold answered, coolly.
"Oh, but, aunt, you must be mistaken," said Bonnibel, quickly, while a slight flush of excitement tinted17 her pale cheeks. "Uncle Francis did leave a will. I am sure of it."
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"Then where is it?" inquired Mrs. Arnold.
"In his desk in the library," said the girl confidently. "He told me but a few hours before his death that he had made his will, and provided liberally for me, and he said it was at that minute lying in his desk."
"Are you sure you have quite recovered from the delirium18 of your fever?" inquired the widow, scornfully. "This must be one of the vagaries19 of illness."
"I am as sane20 as you are, madam," said Bonnibel, indignantly.
"Perhaps," sneered21 Mrs. Arnold, rustling22 uneasily in the folds of her heavy black crape. "However that may be, no will has been found, either in the desk or in the hands of his lawyer, where it should most probably be. The lawyer admits drawing one up for him years ago, but thinks he must have destroyed it later, as no trace of it can be found."
"I have nothing to live upon, then," said Bonnibel, vaguely23.
She did not comprehend the extent of the calamity24 that had fallen upon her. Her sorrow was too fresh for her mind to dwell upon the possibilities of the future that lay darkly before her.
"You have absolutely nothing," repeated Mrs. Arnold, grimly. "Your father left you nothing but fame; your uncle left you nothing but love. You will find it difficult to live upon either."
Bonnibel stared at her blankly.
"You are utterly25 penniless," Mrs. Arnold repeated, coarsely.
"Then what am I to do?" asked the girl, gravely, twisting her little white hands uneasily together.
"What do you suppose?" the lady inquired, with a significant glance.
A scarlet26 banner fluttered into the white cheeks of the lovely invalid27. The tone and glance of the coarse woman wounded her pride deeply.
"You will want me to go away from here, I suppose," she answered, quietly.
Mrs. Arnold straightened herself in her chair, and to Bonnibel's surprise assumed an air of wounded feeling.
"There, now, Bonnibel," said she, in a tone of reproach, "that is just like you. I never expected that you, spoiled child as you are, would ever do me justice; but do you think I could be so unfeeling as to cast you, a poor orphan28 child, out upon the cold charity of the world?"
Bonnibel's guileless little heart was deceived by this dramatic exhibition of fine feeling. She began to think she had done her uncle's wife injustice29.
"Forgive me, aunt," she answered, gently. "I did not know what your feelings would be upon the subject. I know my uncle intended to provide for me."
"But since he signally failed to do so I will see that you do not suffer," said the widow, loftily; "of course, I am not legally compelled to do so, but I will keep you with me and care for you the same as I do for my own daughter, until you marry, which, I trust, will not be long after you lay aside your mourning. A girl as pretty as you, even without fortune, ought to make an early and advantageous30 settlement in life."
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The whiteness of the girl's fair, childish face was again suffused31 with deep crimson32.
"I shall never marry," she answered, sadly, thinking of the lover-husband who had left her months ago, and from whose silence she felt that he must be dead; "never, never!"
"Pshaw!" said Mrs. Arnold, impatiently; "all the girls talk that way, but they marry all the same. I should be sorry to have to take care of you all your life. I expect you and Felise to marry when a suitable parti presents himself. My daughter already has an admirer in New York whom she would do well to accept. He is very old, but then he is a millionaire."
She arose, stately, handsome and dignified33.
"Felise and I return to New York Saturday," she said. "Will you be strong enough to accompany us?"
"I am afraid not," said Bonnibel, faintly.
"Very well. Your maid and the housekeeper34 will take care of you in our absence. I will send you a traveling suit of mourning, and when you feel strong enough you can come to us."
"Yes, madam," Bonnibel answered, and the wealthy widow left the room.
So in a few weeks after, while nature was putting off her gay livery and donning winter hues35, Bonnibel laid aside the bright garments she had been wont36 to wear, as she had already laid aside the joy and gladness of her brief spring of youth, and donning the black robes of bereavement and bitterness,
"Took up the cross of her life again, Saying only it might have been."
The day before she left Sea View she went down to the shore to have a parting row in her pretty little namesake, the Bonnibel.
She had delayed her return to the city as long as possible, but now she was growing stronger she felt that she had no further excuse to dally37 in the home she loved so well, and which was so inseparably connected with the two beloved ones so sadly lost—the uncle who had gone away from her through the gates of death, and the young husband who seemed separated from her just as fatally by time and distance.
As she walked slowly down to the shore in the beautiful autumnal sunshine it seemed to her they both were dead. No message came to her from that far Italy, which was the beloved Mecca of Leslie's hopes and aspirations38. He had never reached there, she told herself. Perhaps shipwreck39 and disaster had befallen him on the way.
No thought of his forgetfulness or falsity crossed the mind of the loyal little bride. It seemed to her that death was the only thing that could have thrown that strange gulf40 of silence between their hearts.
She sprang into the little skiff—one of her uncle's loving gifts to his niece—and suffered it to drift out into the blue waves. A fresh breeze was blowing and the water was rather rough. The breeze blew the soft, short rings of gold merrily about her white temples where the blue veins41 were seen wandering beneath the transparent42 skin.
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The last time she had been out rowing her hair had flouted43 like a banner of gold on the breeze, and her cheek had glowed crimson as the sunny side of a peach.
Now the shorn locks and the marble pallor of her cheeks told a different story. Love and beauty had both left her, she thought, mournfully. Yet nature was as lovely as ever, the blue sky was mirrored as radiantly in the blue sea, the sunshine still shone brightly, the breeze still whispered as tenderly to its sweethearts, the flowers. She alone was sad.
She stayed out a long while. It was so sunny and warm it seemed like a summer instead of an autumn day. The sea-gulls sported joyously44 above the surface of the water, now and then a silvery fish leaped up in the sunshine, its scales shining in beautiful rainbow hues, and shedding the crystal drops of spray from its body like a shower of diamonds, and the curlew's call echoed over the sea. How she had loved these things in the gay and careless girlhood that began to seem so far away in the past.
"That was Bonnibel Vere," she said to herself, "the girl that never knew a sorrow. I am Bonnibel Dane, whose life must lie forever in the shadow!"
She turned her course homeward, and as she stepped upon the shore she picked out a little blue sea-flower that grew in a crevice45 of the rock, and stood still a moment looking out over the blue expanse of ocean, and repeating some pretty lines she had always loved:
"'Tis sweet to sit midst a merry throng46 In the woods, and hear the wild-bird's song; But sweeter far is the ceaseless dirge47, The music low of the moaning surge; It frets48 and foams49 on the shell-strewn shore, Forever and ever, and evermore. I crave50 no flower from the wood or field, No rare exotic that hot-beds yield; Give me the weeds that wildly cling, On the barren rocks their shelter fling; Those are the flowers beloved by me— They grow in the depths of the deep blue sea!"
A sudden voice and step broke on her fancied solitude51. She turned quickly and found herself face to face with the wandering sibyl, Wild Madge.
The half-crazed creature was, as usual, bare-headed, her white locks streaming in the air, her frayed52 and tattered53 finery waving fantastically about her lean, lithe54 figure. She looked at Bonnibel with a hideous55 leer of triumph.
"Ah maiden56!" she cried—"said I not truly that the bitter waters of sorrow were about to flow over you? You will not mock the old woman's predictions now."
Bonnibel stood silent, gazing in terrified silence at the croaking57 old raven58.
"Where is the gay young lover now?" cried Wild Madge laughing wildly. "The summer lover who went away before the summer waned59? Is he false, or is he dead, maiden, that he is not here to shelter that bonny head from the storms of sorrow?"
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"Peace, woman," said Bonnibel, sadly. "Why do you intrude60 on my grief with your unwelcome presence?"
"Unwelcome, is it, my bonnie bird? Ah, well! 'tis but a thankless task to foretell61 the future to the young and thoughtless. But, Bonnibel Vere, you will remember me, even though it be but to hate me. I tell you your sorrows are but begun. New perils62 environ your future. Think not that mine is but a boasted art. Those things which are hidden from you lie open to the gaze of Wild Madge like a painted page. She can read your hands; she can read the stars; she can read the open face of nature!"
"You rave15, poor creature," said Bonnibel, turning away with a shiver of unreasoning terror, and pursuing her homeward way.
Wild Madge stood still on the shore a few minutes, looking after the girl as her slim, black-robed figure walked away with the slow step of weakness and weariness.
"It is a bonny maid," she said, aloud; "a bonny maid. Beautiful as an angel, gentle as a dove. But beauty is a gift of the gods, and seldom given for aught but sorrow."
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