The cracked bell, which had done service all those long years in the establishment of Miss Scrimp, had rung its discordant1 call for supper. The hour was late, for many of her boarders worked till dark, and had some distance to walk to reach home, and the dining-room was dimly lighted by two hanging lamps, one over each end of the table. They served, however, to show the scattered2 array of thin sliced bread, still thinner slices of cold meat, and the small plates of very pale butter laid along at distant intervals3. Also to show dimly a few rosy4 faces, but many worn and pale ones—almost all having, like Cassius, “a lean and hungry look.”
The rosy faces were new-comers, who had left good country homes to learn sad lessons in city life.
Little Jessie was hurrying to and fro, carrying the cups of hot beverage5, which her mistress called tea, to the boarders, and answering the impatient cries of those not yet served as fast as she could.
Biddy Lanigan, who stood almost six feet high, was fleshy to boot, and had a face almost as red as the coals she worked over, stood with her arms akimbo at the door, which opened into the kitchen, ready for a bitter answer should any fault-finder’s voice reach her ear, and also prepared to refill the tea-urn with hot water when it ran low, on the principle that a second cup of tea should never be as strong as the first.
There was a murmur6 of many voices at first, but[12] the clatter7 of knives and forks, and cups and saucers soon drowned all this, and until the dishes were literally8 emptied, little other noise could be heard.
Long before the rest were done sweet Hattie Butler had finished her single slice of bread and butter, one cracker9 and a cup of tea, and gone to her room. Grim and silent, yet keenly overlooking the appetite of each boarder, sat Miss Scrimp, until all were through, and had gone to their rooms, or into the old dingy10 room, slanderously11 called a parlor12, to chat awhile before retiring.
Then Biddy Lanigan came in with two extra cups of strong tea, one for the mistress, the other for herself—a plate of baked potatoes and a couple of nice chops.
Poor Jessie Albemarle had her supper to make from the little—the very little the hungry boarders had left.
Miss Scrimp was not long at the table. She was burning with curiosity about the letter in her pocket, and so she took a small lamp in her hand and threaded her way up the steep, narrow, uncarpeted stairs to the attic13 where our heroine lodged14.
Knocking at the door, it was opened by Hattie quickly, who, with her wealth of jet-black hair, glossy15 as silk, all let down over her shoulders, looked, if possible, tenfold more beautiful than she had below, with her hair neatly16 bound up so as not to be in the way when she was at her work.
Hattie had been reading, for on her little stand, near the bed, was a lamp and an open book.
There were not two chairs in the room, but Hattie proffered17 her only one to Miss Scrimp, and waited to learn the cause of this unexpected visit, for Miss Scrimp never called on a boarder without she was[13] behindhand in her board, and then her calls were not visits of compliment or pleasure either.
“I do declare—only one chair here, Miss Hattie? It’s a shame—I’ll rate Jess soundly for her neglect!” said Miss Scrimp, looking around as if she did not know how poorly the room was furnished.
“Do not scold her, Miss Scrimp. I do not need but one chair—I never have any company to occupy another. Sit down—I will sit on my bed as I often do.”
“Well—thankee, I will sit down, for it is tiresome18 coming up those long stairs. I came up to tell you I had a letter for you the letter-carrier left to-day. I didn’t want to give it to you down at table, for them giddy girls are always noticing everything, and they might have thought it was a love-letter, and tried to tease you. Here it is.”
“Thank you, Miss Scrimp, you were very considerate,” said Hattie, gently, as she received the letter, looked calmly at the superscription, and then opened it at the end of the envelope with a dainty little pearl-handled knife.
Miss Scrimp watched every shade on Hattie’s face as the girl read the letter. There was an eager look in her eyes as they scanned the first few lines, then a sudden pallor, and it was followed by a tremulous flush that suffused19 brow, cheeks, and even her neck.
In spite of an apparent endeavor to keep calm, Hattie was to some extent agitated20. She knew that those cross-eyes were fixed21 upon her, and she did not intend, if she had a secret, to share it with the owner of them.
In a very short time the letter was read and restored to its envelope, and now Miss Scrimp thought[14] it time to try the plan she had formed for finding out who had written to her favorite boarder.
“Hope you’ve good news from your brother, Miss Hattie,” she said. “I heard some one say you had a brother in Californy. Hope he is doin’ well. It’s an awful country for gettin’ rich in, I’ve heard say.”
“My letter brings me very pleasant news, Miss Scrimp. I thank you again for the trouble you took to bring it up to me. You are always kind to me.”
“I ought to be, dear. I haven’t another boarder in this house, out of forty-three all told now, who is as punctual and so little trouble as you. And you can tell your brother so when you write to him.”
“When I do write to my brother I will surely mention you, Miss Scrimp,” said Hattie, with an amused smile.
For, with quick intuition, she saw the aim of the curious woman.
“You didn’t say if he was doing well?” continued Miss Scrimp, determined22 to get some information.
“The letter only refers to business of mine—not to that of any one else,” said Hattie, gently but firmly.
“You’ll not answer it now, will you? I might mail it early, you know, when I go out for milk, for I’m first up in the house.”
“I shall not answer it to-night, Miss Scrimp. I am very tired, and am going right to bed. I thank you for your kind offer as much as if I accepted it.”
Beaten at every point, and so gently and graciously that she could not take offense23, Miss Scrimp took up her lamp with a sigh, and said:
“Poor, dear thing, I know you must be tired. If your brother is getting rich, as he must be, there in that land of silver and gold, I should think he’d send for you to go to him.”
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“Good-night, kind Miss Scrimp—good-night,” was all that Hattie answered, as she made a motion toward preparing for bed.
“Good-night, dear—good-night,” said Miss Scrimp, a little snappishly, for she had made that long, upstair journey for nothing.
The door closed, and poor Hattie was alone.
And tears came into her eyes now, and she knelt down and prayed.
“Heavenly Father, aid me and tell me what to do.”
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