MELROSE, Lizzie Heartwell's home, was a manufacturing village in the northern part of a Southern State. A more picturesque1 or inviting2 spot is seldom found. It crowned the summit of one of a range of long, sloping hills, that stretched back from a river, as a diadem3 crowns the brow of a monarch4. The snowy houses, nestled amid the clustering foliage5, and the carefully trimmed hedge-rows, imparted to the place an English air of aristocratic seclusion6. The clear silver river, too, which turned the spindles of the far-famed factories, encircled this romantic village as a mother the child of her love. These factories, that had been in successful operation for nearly a quarter of a century, gave employment to scores of honest, industrious7 people, that otherwise might have gone scantily8 clad and miserably9 fed, perhaps have perished.
Mr. Caleb Schuyler, the superintendent10 and proprietor11 of these factories, was a large-hearted New Englander, who had brought to this Southern State his native thrift12 and enterprise, and had spent a useful and comparatively long life in the work of building up and improving Melrose. Enough intelligence and wealth had gathered there to make the religious and educational advantages desirable, if not superior. The houses were all well kept and attractive, and Melrose was a charming place to live in, although remote from railways or steamboats.
In the eastern part of the village, where the winding13 road began its gentle descent to the river, stood a plain, but comfortable and commodious14 school-room. It was erected15 years ago for a "Yankee school teacher"; now it was occupied by Lizzie Heartwell, who had been a favorite scholar of that same teacher years before, when she was a very little girl. Consumption had long since laid that teacher to rest, and time had brought that fair-haired little girl to fill her place.
Over the bevy16 of factory-children, and those gathered from the wealthier families too, Lizzie Heartwell now presided with great dignity and grace, as school-mistress. In this sphere of life, her faculties17 of mind, soul, and body, found full scope for perfect development. Fond of children, loving study, happy always to help those desiring knowledge, glad to enlighten the ignorant, Lizzie Heartwell was happy, and useful too, in the work in which she was employed. It was now more than three years since Lizzie left Madam Truxton's, and she was now ending the second year of her teaching. It was September. The woods were dying earlier than usual, in the golden Indian summer. The days were sweet and delicious, and Melrose was as attractive in its autumn loveliness as it had been in the freshness of spring. It was toward the close of one of those charming September days, when Lizzie Heartwell stepped to the door of her school-room to watch the descending18 sun, and to see if she were detaining the children too long. Instantly her attention was arrested by the rumbling19 of the tri-weekly stage-coach, toiling20 up the hill before her. For a moment she stood watching its slow approach, apparently21 unmindful of the class that was already "in line" upon the floor, eagerly awaiting the last recitation, which would set them free. And yet the school-mistress gazed at the stage-coach, which had at last reached the top of the hill, and the horses, as if under new inspiration, were jogging along in a brisk trot22, and were rapidly approaching the school-house. Suddenly the face of the young school-mistress grew pale, and then crimson23, as she caught a glimpse of a face that leaned wearily beside the coach-door and looked out-a face not unfamiliar24, and yet not well- remembered; a handsome, manly25 face, overshadowed by a military cap-and like a sudden flash came the thought that she had seen that face before. Regaining26 her self-possession, Lizzie turned from the door, examined the spelling-class as calmly as ever, commended all for their perfection in recitation, and with a blessing27 dismissed the eager little band for the day.
"Who was it?" she muttered, as she slowly donned the jaunty28 hat and her mantle29, and mechanically drew on her kid gauntlets, preparatory to starting homeward. "I have seen that face before, I think, and yet I am not sure. Can it possibly be George Marshall?" she said slowly. "If so, time has changed him, yet only to improve, I think. How the thought of ever seeing George Marshall again startles me! But I am foolish, very foolish, to imagine such an absurd thing. Oh, no, he will never come to Melrose. I wish he would," and she began singing a low love-ditty half-unconsciously, half-fearfully, as she trudged30 homeward.
An hour later, and a perfumed billet-doux bore to the widow's cottage the compliments of Captain George H. Marshall, U. S. A. He had, indeed, come to Melrose at last.
Obtaining a limited leave of absence from the army, he had come home to visit his kindred, and his friend at Melrose. The time was necessarily short. Only one week could he spend at Melrose-one short seven days-days crowned with a golden halo in the after years. To the young school-mistress these were days bright with hope and happiness, bright as the effulgent31 sun that ushered32 them in, one by one. Days, too, that she parted with regretfully, as each one's sun went down. Six of these golden days were passed-passed in pleasant converse33, in singing, in reading, in hoping, and the seventh was drawing nigh.
"Mr. Marshall," said Lizzie, on the evening of the sixth day, "will you leave Melrose without seeing my school, and telling me what you think of my avocation34?"
"Certainly not, if you will allow me the pleasure, and to-morrow is the only time I have left," he replied.
"Well, then, come to-morrow if you like, and see me enthroned in my kingdom. My school opens at eight o'clock, for in this country we teach a long, honest day. Our people know nothing of the five-hour system," she replied merrily.
"Then, Miss Heartwell, if you will grant me the pleasure, I'll call early in the morning, and we'll stroll by the river-side. I must tell you further of my coming to Melrose, and then I'll see you in your field of labor35. Will you grant me this last request?" the young man demanded nervously36.
"I will, with pleasure," she replied. "I'll be ready by seven o'clock, and I'll show you the place where tradition says an Indian maiden37 jumped from the bluff38 into her lover's waiting skiff below, to elude39 her angry father's pursuit, and lost her life on the rocks."
"That was sad! 'Love's sacrifice' indeed, at a terrible cost!" replied the young man thoughtfully. "I trust I'll be more successful some day than the Indian lover was."
Lizzie trembled, and turning her eyes upon a vase of wild-flowers that adorned40 the simple table, replied confusedly, "Poor Wenona! hers was a sad fate."
"To-morrow, at ten o'clock, the stage-coach leaves. I can see you a while in the morning, can I? So I'll bid you good night," and George Marshall arose and extended his hand.
"Good night!" murmured Lizzie, with a sinking sensation at her heart, and a dimness of vision that almost betrayed tears.
Night passed, and morning came-bright, clear, fresh morning; and the young girl was awake with the dawn.
"Ah me!" she sighed, as she arranged the shining curls before her simple mirror, "this is the last day. I am almost sorry he ever came to Melrose. I was so interested in my school before; now, I fear I'll be always thinking of the army. Yes, I'll put on this blue ribbon-he likes blue, he admired the blue 'forget-me-not' I wore at Madam Truxton's the first night I ever met him. And these violets I'll pin on my bosom41, they are blue too. I am a silly girl, I fear; and yet there is a strange aching at my heart. Can it be--Alas! I cannot speak it. Seven o'clock! He's coming! yes, he is here! I hear him on the step."
George Marshall looked pale and troubled, as he bade adieu to Mrs. Heartwell and stepped forth42 from her neat white cottage on this cool September morning, accompanied by the young school-mistress. His thoughtful face bore the impress of a sleepless43 night, and he was taciturn and abstracted. By his side Lizzie chatted away, as though bribed44 to dispel45 the gloom and silence that threatened to surround them-chatted as though no other feeling than gayety filled her own fearful heart-chatted till a curve in the white sandy road brought them in view of the river, and under a cluster of wide-spreading water-oaks that overshadowed a broken mass of stone.
"Miss Heartwell," said George abruptly46, "sit here beside me, on these moss-covered rocks, before we go any farther, and let me tell you something I've kept unspoken long enough. Will you?"
Lizzie made no reply, but timidly followed where he led, and sat beside him on the lichen-covered stones. As George Marshall looked up, a tear stole from her true blue eyes, and moved by this evidence of emotion, he said with deep-toned pathos47:
"Miss Heartwell, I love you, and you know it. If it were not a sin against the great God, I would say I adore you. May I not hope that those crystal tears betray the existence of a kindred love for me? Nothing but love, unalloyed and pure, love for yourself, ever brought me to Melrose. May I go away with the assurance that my love is returned, and bearing in my heart the hope to come again some day, and claim you as my wife? May I?"
The tears still flowed from the pure fountain of Lizzie's innocent, tender heart, and her head bowed as gently as a lily in the gale48, but she answered firmly, sweetly, truly, "Yes, I love you too, and I promise, with God's blessing, one day to become your wife."
"Wipe away those tears then, and let me see, in the depth of your innocent eyes, that your promise is solemn and unchanging."
"As my soul is undying, I am in earnest; and as Heaven is true, I shall be faithful to your love. Never doubt me. Here, take these innocent flowers, modest children of the wild-wood-these violets, as a pledge of my unfeigned love;" and unclasping the golden brooch, she let the delicate flowers fall into the open hand of her lover.
Gathering49 up the offerings of affection, George Marshall clasped the slender hand that gave them, and imprinting50 a fervent51 kiss upon it, said, "God bless you, my darling, and take this as the seal of my benediction52."
When the tri-weekly coach rolled out of Melrose on that charming autumn day, and passed the schoolhouse of the maiden, the sigh she cast after it was not without hope, and the one the lover wafted53 back breathed a promise to come again some day, not far off, and take her away from that school-room forever.
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