“Miss Hattie,” said Mr. W——, just as the people were leaving work, and she was rising from her table, “please put this letter in your pocket, read it after you have had your supper, and think over its contents. Do not hurry your thoughts—I will wait patiently for an answer after you have well considered what I have written. Let days pass, if you choose, I will not urge a reply; I only ask it after you have given the matter thought.”
She looked up at him with her earnest, truthful1 eyes, for she noticed that his voice trembled, and almost intuitively she felt that that letter contained a declaration of what his eyes seemed to speak when they met her look—love.
She put the letter in her pocket without a word. She could not have spoken at that moment. For, noticing his agitation3, a strange tremor4 came over her.
He turned, blushing, and went toward his office, while she, putting on her hat and shawl, turned toward the door. At that moment she saw the stately form of Mr. Legare in front of Mr. W——, and the foreman had scarcely spoken to him when Mr. W—— called to her.
The millionaire had come in person to see the poor working girl—to hear her decision, and to ask of her a favor.
“Miss Butler, excuse me that I called at this hour. I knew you would be disengaged, and perhaps could do me a great favor if it is not already done[103] by your consenting to the adoption5 which I had the honor to propose through Mr. W——.”
“Gratefully, Mr. Legare, I have declined that proposition in an interview held with Mr. W—— at my boarding-house last evening.”
“Yet, my good young friend, you have never met the lady who would take you to her home and heart. She is one of the purest, noblest women on earth. The sister of my dear, dead wife. I have known her these long, long years, and I never met her equal. Her heart is full of sweet sympathies, pure charities, and ennobling thoughts.”
“I do not doubt her goodness, sir. Her offer, through you, proves it. The poor working girl thanks her from the bottom of her heart. But this adoption cannot be. Alone I have toiled6 on for almost three long, to me, very long years. Alone I must continue to tread life’s pathway. I am contented7. Why, then, ask me to change? There are thousands upon thousands just as worthy8 as I, and more needy9, upon whom such a noble boon10 can be conferred. Let your good sister-in-law look for such a one.”
Hattie Butler spoke2 so earnestly that the two gentlemen deeply felt her appeal. They knew that she alone had the right to choose. But Mr. Legare did not yet despair of carrying his point. He had yet another angle of attack.
“I have received your portfolio12 of drawings, am delighted with them, and shall take them at your own price,” he continued.
“I set no value on them. They surely are worth but little more than the paper they are drawn13 on. They are the result of lazy moments, not spent at work or in study.”
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“To me they are worth one thousand dollars in gold, and my check is ready for your acceptance, if the price will suit you.”
“One thousand dollars?” gasped14 Hattie, utterly15 taken by surprise. “One thousand dollars in gold?”
“Yes, Miss Butler. I am serious. I want the drawings—all are good, and some of them are gems16. The street-car scene especially, and the little sweeper on the crossing. My son and daughter went into ecstasies17 over them. By the way, my daughter is in my carriage now, down on the street, and wishes to see you. She and I have a great favor to ask of you, and Mr. W—— is included in it.”
“Please tell me what it is, sir. The supper hour once over in my boarding-house, and I miss the meal altogether, and it will be supper time now before I can reach there.”
“You will not miss your supper if you do me the favor I ask. It is this: That, even as you are, in your neat working-dress, of which no lady need be ashamed, you ride home with me and my daughter, see my sister-in-law, take a plain family tea with us, Mr. W—— included, and then let me drive you home to your boarding-house. Don’t say no before I finish. My dear sister-in-law, almost an invalid18, has expressed a strangely nervous desire to see you, if only for a few moments, before she sleeps. You will perhaps save her from a fit of sickness if you go. My daughter came with me to plead for her poor aunt.”
Hattie paused a moment to think. Not of her dress, but whether it would be right to refuse under such circumstances. Not of the thousand dollar check waiting for her, but whether it would be[105] proper for a poor, friendless working girl to thus accept the hospitality of the rich.
She did not hesitate long. The picture of that poor nervous lady waiting and anxious just to see her arose in her mind, and she said:
“I will go, Mr. Legare, on two conditions. First, that you will drive past my boarding-house, so that I can leave word where I am going; next, that you will permit me to make my stay very brief at your house. Miss Scrimp, where I board, locks her doors at ten o’clock. I have boarded with her over two years, and have never been out of the house before after dark.”
“The conditions are agreed to. Mr. W—— shall see you safely home in my carriage by nine o’clock or half-past at latest. Now, come down and see my daughter, Lizzie, who waits to greet you.”
Hattie followed Mr. Legare, and Mr. W——, full of surprise, followed both. He had never reached the entree19 of that wealth-adorned house, though he had met young Legare at his club.
At the carriage Mr. Legare called “Lizzie,” and the sweet face of the young girl beamed out like that of a cherub20, when, on Hattie being presented, she said:
“Jump right in here on the seat by my side, dear Miss Butler. Papa has talked so much about you that it seems as if I had known you ever so long.”
And when Hattie stepped in the little girl threw her arms around her with all the fervor21 of sweet sixteen, and kissed her.
Mr. Legare seated Mr. W—— on the front seat, and then sat beside him, and when the number of[106] Miss Scrimp’s house was given, the driver started for it at a sweeping23 trot24.
“Aunt Louisa will be so glad to see you, you good, dear beauty!” said Lizzie, clasping Hattie’s hand in hers. “We have been looking your drawings over and over, and there is one face there on which she dwells all the time. She says it fairly haunts her, and she wants to know if it is a portrait.”
“I cannot tell till I see it myself!” said Hattie.
The next moment the carriage had come to a halt. In less than five minutes it had passed over the space which Hattie could not walk inside of twenty minutes. And she ever went quickly on, heeding25 nothing on her route.
“I will go to the door myself, and explain to Miss Scrimp,” said Hattie. “It will not take me a half minute.”
The footman opened the carriage door. Mr. Legare himself handed Hattie out, and she ran to the door, and rung a startling peal11 on the old bell.
Miss Scrimp, unused to such a peal, came herself to the door instead of sending Little Jessie, and to her Hattie only said:
“I am going up town on a special errand with Mr. Legare and his daughter. I will need no supper when I come back, which will be before ten o’clock!”
Before the astonished Miss Scrimp could ask a single question her fair boarder darted26 away, entered the gorgeous carriage, where the old spinster saw a richly-dressed young lady and two gentlemen, the footman closed the door and sprang to his place, and the noble horses dashed forward, and in a second more were out of sight.
All the old maid said then was:
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“Sakes alive!”
And this she said as she went in and slammed the door.
In the meantime the carriage swept on up through the wide streets of the upper part of the city—streets so different from the narrow, busy thoroughfares below, or down town—and in a little more than half an hour, passed in cheery talk, mostly kept up by Lizzie Legare, it drew up before a marble mansion27 on the finest avenue in the great city.
“Here we are at home!” cried Mr. Legare, as the carriage door flew open, “and there is my dear son, Frank, to welcome us. Frank, my boy, this is Miss Butler. Mr. W—— you already know.”
Frank bowed most respectfully to Hattie, as he extended his hand to help her from the carriage, and he cast a mischievous28 glance at Lizzie, as the latter sprang out, and taking Hattie’s arm as if she were a dear old friend, drew her up the steps, saying:
“We’ll run to my room, dear, to take off our things and dash some water in our faces before tea.”
And when Hattie came down to tea with Lizzie, just ten minutes later, her beautiful hair was all down over her shoulders, and a real lace collarette was around her neck, and she looked, even in her plain calico dress, as beautiful as beautiful could be; and Lizzie had kissed her twenty times when she was helping29 her to make her brief toilet.
At the tea-table Hattie was introduced to Mrs. Emory, whose long, yearning30 look fairly entered her soul. It seemed as if in Hattie she sought to find some favorite resemblance, so eagerly did she scan her face and form. She said:
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“I have heard so much of you, and seen such talent exhibited in your drawings, Miss Butler, that I felt as if I could not sleep till I had seen you. Do not think me impertinent or intrusive31. You look so good, so pure, so gentle, I know you will forgive me.”
“I am sure there is nothing to forgive. I was only too happy to come when they told me you were partially32 an invalid, and I could do you good by coming.”
“Bless you, dear child! bless you for it! After tea we will look at your drawings; there is one especially I wish to know all about.”
Nothing more of any special interest was said until tea was over, and then they all adjourned33 to the library to look over the drawings.
“Whose picture is this?—or is it a fancy sketch34 instead of a portrait?” asked Mrs. Emory of Hattie, laying her finger on the head of a young girl that was spoken of before in this story.
“That? Why, it is the portrait of Little Jessie Albemarle,” said Hattie.
A deathly pallor came quicker than thought over Mrs. Emory’s face. She gasped out, “Jessie Albemarle!” and fainted.
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