aiornell IntuerattH Siibtaty Dtifara. ^tto $orlt LIBRARY OF LEWIS BINGLEY WYNNE A. B.. A.M.. COLUMBIAN COLLEGE."7I .-73 WASHINGTON^ D. C. THE GIFT OF MRS. MARY A. WYNNE AND JOHN H. WYNNE CORNELL -98 1922 I ^. 'cfi^/: A: /f^/ mm^%JQ QQl^ JS5ft#-5^ 1 ^^"^ •IWB =F{97irS| U The original of tliis bool< is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924031207420 FASHION AND FAMINE BT MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS. riiere li oo Know for tjia eamMt logi Ttaftt liKik«th ap to God in perfoct bitk. NEW YORK: PBTRIDGE & CO. PUBLISHERS, FKANKLIN SQTJAKE. XHmiED according to Act of Congress, la the year 1854, by MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS, In the Clerk's Office of the District Coiu't for the Southern District of New York. Bepublished la London by Richard Bbntlet, through special arrangement with the Author. W. H. TINSOX, BTBRROTYPBB, S4 BoekniaD Street, N. Y. MRS. LYDIA H. SIGOURJ^EY, OF HARTFORD, CONN., THE MOST VALUED FKIENT) THAT 1 HAVE, AND ONE OF THE BEST WOMEN I EVER K2«W, THIS BOOK ANN S. STEPHENS. refatt. What shall I say in this Preface to my book? Shall I make the usual half-sincere, half-affected apology of haste and inexperience, with hints of improvement in future efforts? Indeed I cannot, for though this volume really is the first novel ever printed in book form under my name, its imperfections, whatever they are, arise from no inexperience or undue haste, but from absolute lack of power to accomplish that which I have undertaken. Nor is it probable that the points in whioh I have failed here, would be very greatly imiiroved were the same book to be written again. I have endeavored to make this book a good one. If I have failed it is because the power has not been granted to me by the Source of all power, and for deficiency like this, the only admissible apology would bo for having written at all. But excuses are out of place here. The book, with all its faults, is frankly surrendered to the public judgment, asking neither favoritism or forbearance, save that favoritism wUch deals gently with unintentional error, and that forbearance which no American ever withholds from a woman. Shall I say that this volume is launched on the world with fear and trembling ? That would express an ungrateful want of faith in a class of readers who have generously sustained me through years of literary toil, and have nobly supported not only Peter- sou's Ladies' National Magazine now under my charge, but every periodi- cal with whioh I have been connected. It would be ungrateful to the press ihat, without a single respectable exception, has always dealt gene- rously by me, and would betray a weakness of character which I am not Willing to aclaiowledge, for I have lived long enough to tremble at Vl PREFACE. nothing which results from an honest intention, and to fear nothing but deserved disgrace — the death of beloved objects — or change in those affections that no literary fame or misfortune can ever reach. But it is not without emotions that I present this book to the public, grateful and sweet emotions that liberal minds must respect more than a thousand insincere apologies. The thoughts of an author are the perfume of her own soul going forth on the winds of heaven to awaken other souls and renew itself in their kindred sympathies. I am more anxious for the effect which these thoughts, so long a portion of my own being, will have upon others, than for the return they may bring to myself. The American people are, in the mass, just and intelligent judges ; always generous and perhaps over-indulgent to their authors. In writing this book I have endeavored to deserve their approbation and to cast no dis- credit upon a profession that I honor more than any other upon the broad earth. If I have succeeded, no human being can be more grateful than I shall be for the public opinion that assures me of it ; but, to satisfy even my humble ambition, it must be an opinion honestly earned and frankly given. Popularity won without merit, and lost without blame, would be valueless to me, even while it lasted. €tn\tn\5. OBAFTER PiOl I. The Strawberry Girl and Market Woman .... 9 n. The Old Couple in the Back Basement ... 26 ni. The Lone Mansion and its M'stress .... 43 IV. The Astor House — the Eide — the Attic Room . 54 V. Mistress and Servant in Consultation .... 72 VI. The Tempter and the Tempted — the young heart yields . 81 vn. The Old Homestead and Home Memories ... 89 vin. The City Cottage and its Strange Inmate . . .110 IX. Mrs. Gray's Thanksgiving Dinner — Julia and Robert . 126 X. The Brother's Return — Questions and Answers . . 141 XI. The Mother's Letter and the Son's Commentary . .158 xn. Strife for an Earl — Mrs. Sykes and Mrs. Nash . . . 163 xm. The Morning Lesson — Doubt — Sympathy — Misery . . 179 xrv. A Wedding Foreshadowed — Sunshine of the Heart . 187 XV. The Mother's Appeal — the Son's Falsehood . . .194 XVI. The Bridal Wreath — ^Roses and Cypress . . . .211 xvn. An Hour before the Ball — Strides of Destiny . . . 222 xvni. The Forged Check — tTnole and Nephew .... 228 XIX. Night and Morning — Wild Heart Strife .... 234 XX. The Last Interview — Parting — ^Death .... 251 xxr. The City Prison — ^Examination for Murder . . .266 xxn. The Imprisoned Witness in the Female Ward . . . 282 xxin. The Three Old Women in Fulton Market . . .299 xnv The First Night in Prison— Prayers — Tears— Dreams . 311 Vlll CONTENTS. CHAPTEB XXV. Little Georgie — his Mother and Julia 'Warren XXVI. Mrs. Gray and the Prison Woman xxvn. Struggles and Revels — Unquenched Anguish XXVIII. Ada Leicester and Jacob Strong XXIX. Ada's Solitary Breakfast — Desolation of Heart XXX. The Prison Woman in Ada's Dressing-Room XXXI. The Tombs Lawyer and his Client Mrs. Gray XXXII. The Lawyer's Visit to his Client XXXIII. The Trial for Murder — Opening Scenes xxxrv. The Two Witnesses — Recognition too Late XXXV. The Verdict — Stillness — Death-Shadows . XXXVI. The Parents, the Child and Grandchild . xxxvn. The Dawning of Light — Angelic Missions XXXVIII. Gathering for the Execution zxxDC Hearts and Consciences at Best . . TXBt 319 330 338 344 350 354 366 372 380 388 399 405 412 414 422 FASHION AND FAMINE. CHAPTER I. THE STRAWBERRY GIRL. Like wild flowers on the mountain side, Goodness may be of any soil ; Yet intellect, in all its pride, And energy, witii pain and toil, Hath never wrought a holier thing Than Charity in humble birth. God's brightest angel stoops his wing. To meet so much of Heaven on earth. The morning had not fully dawned on New York, yet its approach was visible everywhere amid the fine scenery around the city. The dim shadows piled above Weehawken, were warming up with purple, streaked here and there with threads of rosy gold. The waters of the Hudson heaved and rippled to the glow of yellow and crimson light, that came and went in flashes on each idle curl of the waves. Long Island lay in the near distance like a thick, purplish cloud, through which the dim outline of house, tree, mast and spire loomed mistily, like half-formed objects on a camera obscura. Silence — that strange, dead silence that broods over a scene crowded with slumbering life — lay upon the city, broken only by the rumble of vegetable carts and the jar of milk-cans, as they rolled up from the different ferries ; or the half-smothered roar of some steamboat putting into its dock, freighted with sleeping passengers. After a little, symptoms of aroused life became' visible about 1* 10 FASHION AND FAMINE. the wharves. Grocers, carmen, and huckster-women began to Bwarm around the provision boats. The markets nearest the water were opened, and soon became theatres of active bustle. The first market opened that day was in Fulton street. As the morning deepened, piles of vegetables, loads of beef, ham- pers of fruit, heaps of luscious butter, cages of poultry, canary birds swarming in their wiry prisons, forests of green-house plants, horse-radish grinders with their reeking machines, venders of hot coffee, root beer and dough nuts, all with men, women and children swarming in, over and among them, like so many ants, hard at work, filled the spacious arena, but late a range of silent, naked and gloomy looking stalls. Then carts, laden and groaning beneath a weight of food, came rolling up to this great mart, crowding each avenue with fresh supplies. All was life and eagerness. Stout men and bright-faced women moved through the verdant chaos, arranging, working, chatting, all full of life and enterprise, while the rattling of carts outside, and the gra- dual accumulation of sounds everywhere, bespoke a great city aroused, like a giant refreshed, from slumber. Slowly there arose out of this cheerful confusion, forms of homely beauty, that an artist or a thinking man might have loved to look upon. The butchers' stalls, but late a desolate range of gloomy beams, were reddening with fresh joints, many of them festooned with fragrant branches and gorgeous garden flowers. The butchers standing, each by his stall, with snow- white apron, and an eager, joyous look of traffic on his face, formed a display of comfort and plenty, both picturesque and pleasant to contemplate. The fruit and vegetable stands were now loaded with damp, greep vegetables, each humble root having its own peculiar tint, often arranged with a singular taste for color, unconsciously possessed by the woman who exercised no little skill in setting off her stand to advantage. There was one vegetable stand to which we would draw the reader's particular attention ; not exactly as a type of the others, for there was something so unlike all the rest, both in this stall FASHION AND FAMINE. 11 and its occupant, that it would have drawn the attention of any person possessed of the slightest artistical taste. It was like the arrangement of a picture, that long table heaped with fruit, the freshest vegetables, and the brightest flowers, ready for the day's traffic. Rich scarlet radishes glowing up through their foliage of tender green, were contrasted with young onions swelling out from their long emerald stalks, snowy and trans- parent as so many great pearls. Turnips, scarcely larger than a hen's egg, and nearly as white, just taken fresh and fragrant from the soil, lay against heads of lettuce, tinged with crisp and greenish gold, piled against the deep blackish green of spinach and water-cresses, all moist with dew, or wet with bright water- drops that had supplied its place, and taking a deeper tint from the golden contrast. These with the red glow of straw- berries in their luscious prime, piled together in masses, and shaded with fresh grape leaves ; bouquets of roses, hyacinths, violets, and other fragrant blossoms, lent their perfume and the glow of their rich colors to the coarser children of the soil, and would have been an object pleasant to look upon, indeper^ dent of the fine old woman who sat complacently on her little stool, at one end of the table, in tranquU expectation of custo- mers that were sure to drop in as the morning deepened. And now the traffic of the day -commenced in earnest. Ser- vants, housekeepers and grocers swarmed into the market. The clink of money — the sound of sharp, eager banter — the dull noise of the butcher's cleaver, were heard on every hand. It was a pleasant scene, for every face looked smiling and happy. The soft morning air seemed to have brightened all things into cheerfulness. With the earliest group that entered Fulton market that morning was a girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen years old, but tiny in her form, and appearing far more juvenile than that. A pretty quilted hood, of rose-colored calico, was turned back from her face, which seemed naturally delicate and pale ; but the tesh ail", and perhaps a shadowy reflection from her hood, gave the glow of a rose-bud to her cheeks. Still there was anxt 13 FASHION AND FAMINE. ety npon her young face. Her eyes of a dark Tiolet Wne, drooped heavily beneath their black and curling lashes, if any one from the numerous stalls addressed her ; for a small splint basket on her arm, new and perfectly empty, was a sure indica- tion that the child had been sent to make purchase ; while her timid air — the blush that came and went on her face— bespoke as plainly that she was altogether unaccustomed to the scene, and had no regular place at which to make her humble bargains. The child seemed a waif cast upon the market ; and she was so beautiful, notwithstanding her humble dress of faded and darned calico, that at almost every stand she was challenged pleasantly to pause and fill her basket. But she only cast down her eyes and blushed more deeply, as with her little bare feet she hur- ried on through the labyrinth of stalls, toward that portion of the market occupied by the huckster-women. Here she began to slacken her pace, and to look about her with no inconsiderable anxiety. " What do you want, little girl ; anything in my way ?" was repeated to her once or twice, as she moved forward. At each of these challenges she would pause, look earnestly into the face of the speaker, and then pass on with a faint wave of the head, that expressed something of sad and tunid disappoLutment. At length the child — for she seemed scarcely more than that ■ — was growing pale, and her eyes turned with a sort of sharp anxiety from one face to another, when suddenly they fell upon the buxom old huckster-woman, whose stall we have described. There was something in the good dame's appearance that brought an eager and satisfied look to that pale face. She drew close to the stand, and stood for some seconds,' gazing timidly on the old woman. It was a pleasant face, and a comfortable, portly form enough, that the timid girl gazed upon. Smooth and comely were the full and rounded cheeks, with their rich autumn cofor, dunpled like an over-ripe apple. Fat and good humored enough to defy wrinkles, the face looked far too rosy for the thick, gray hair that was shaded, not concealed, by a cap of clear white muslin, with a broad, deep border, and tabs that met like a FASHION AND FAMINE. 13 snowy girth to support the firm, double chin. Never did your eyes dwell upon a chin so full of health and good humor as that. It sloped with a sleek, smiling grace down from the plump mouth, and rolled with a soft, white wave into the neck, scarcely leaying an outline, or the want of one, before it was lost in the white of that muslin kerchief, folded so neatly beneath the ample bosom of her gown. Then the broad linen apron of blue and white check, girding her waist, and flowing over the smooth rotundity of person, was a living proof of the ripeness and wholesome state of her merchandise. — ^I tell yon, reader, that woman, take her for all in all, was one to draw the attention, aye, and the love of a child, who had come forth barefooted and alone in search of kindness. At length the huckster-woman saw the child gazing upon her with a look so earnest, that she was quite startled by it. She also caught a glance at the empty basket, and her little brown eyes twinkled at the promise of a new customer. " Well, my dear, what do you want this morning ?" she said, smoothing her apron with a parr of plump, little hands, and casting a well satisfied look over her stall, and then at the girl, who grew pale at her notice, and began to tremble visibly — "all sorts of vegetables, you see — flowers — strawberries — rad- ishes — ^what will you have, child ?" The little girl crept round to where the woman stood, and speaking in a low, frightened voice, said — " Please, ma'm, I want you to trust me I" " Trust you I" said the woman, with a soft laugh that shook her double chin, and dimpled her cheeks. " Why, I don't know you, little one — what on earth do you want trust for ? Lost the market money, hey, and afraid of a scolding — is that it ?" 'i No, no, I haven't lost any money," said the child eagerly ; "please ma'm, just stoop down one minute, while I tell you 1" The little girl in her earnestness took hold of the woman's apron, and she, kind soul, sunk back to her stool : it was the most comfortable way of listening. M FASHION AND FAMINE. " I — I live with grandfather and grandmother, ma'm ; they are old and poor — you don't know how poor ; for he, grandpa, has been sick, and — it seems strange — I eat as much as any of them. Well, ma'm, I tried to get something to do, but you see how little I am ; nobody will think me strong enough, even to tend baby ; so we have all been without anything to eat, since day before yesterday." " Poor thing !" muttered the huckster-woman, " poor thing !" " Well, ma'm, I must do something. I can- bear anything better than seeing them hungry. I did not sleep a wink all last night, but kept thinking what I should do. I never begged in my life ; they never did ; and it made me feel sick to think of it ; but I could have done it rather than see them sit and look at each other another day. Did you ever see an old man cry for hunger, ma'm ?" " Ko, no, God forbid !" answered the dame, brushing a plump hand across her eyes. " I have," said the child, with a sob, " and it was this that made me think that begging, after all, was not so very, very mean. So, this morning, I asked them to let me go out ; but grandpa said he might go himself, if he were strong enough ; but I never should — never — never !" " Xice old man — nice old man !" said the huckster-woman. " I did not ask again," resumed the child, " for an idea had come into my head in the night. I have seen liitle girls, no older than I am, selling radishes and strawberries, and things." " Yes — yes, I understand 1" said the old woman, and her eyes began to twinkle the more brightly that they were wet before. " But I had no strawberries to sell, nor a cent of money to buy them with !" " Well ! well !" " Not even a basket I" " Poor thing 1" " But I was determined to do something. So I went to a FASHION AND FAMINE. 15 grocery, where grandpa used to buy things when he had money, and they trusted me with this basket." " That was very kind of them 1" " Wasn't it very kind ?" said the child, her eyes brightening, " especially as I told them it was all myself — that grandpa knew nothing about it. See what a nice new basket it is — you can't think how much courage it gave me. When I came into the market it seemed as if I shouldn't be afraid to ask anybody about trusting me a little." " And yet you came clear to this side without stopping to ask anybody ?" " I was looking into their faces to see if it would do," answer- ed the child, with meek simplicity, " but there was something in every face that sent the words back into my throat again." " So you stopped here because it was almost the last stand." " No, no, I did not think of that," said the child eagerly. " I stopped because something seemed to tell me that this was the place. I thought if you would not trust me, you would, any way, be patient and listen." The old huckster-woman laughed — a low, soft laugh — and the little girl began to smile through her tears. There was some- thing mellow and comfortable in that chuckle, that warmed her to the heart. " So you were sure that I would trust you — ^hey, quite Bure ?" " I thought if you wouldn't, there was no chance for me any- where else," replied the child, lifting her soft eyes to the face of the matron. Again the old woman laughed. " Well, well, let us see how many strawberries will set you up in business for the day. Six, ten — a dozen baskets — your little arms will break down with more than that. I will let you have them at cost, only be sure to come back at night with the money. I would not for fifty dollars have you fail." " But I may not sell them all 1" said the child, anxiously. " I should not wonder, poor thing. That sweet voice of 16 FASHION AND FAMINE. yonrs will hardly make itself heard at first ; but never mind, rua down into the areas and look through the windows — people cau't help but look at your face, God bless it !" As the good woman spoke, she was busy selecting the best and most tempting strawberries from the pile of little baskets that stood at her elbow. These she arranged in the orphan's basket, first sprinkling a layer of damp, fresh grass in the bot- tom, and interspersing the whole with young grape leaves, in tended both as an embellishment, and to keep the fruit freslj and cool. When all was arranged to her satisfaction, she laid a bouquet of white and crimson moss rose-buds at each end of the basket, and interspersed little tufts of violets along the side, till the crimson berries were wreathed in with flowers. " There,'' said the old woman, lifting up the basket with a sigh of satisfaction, " between the fruit and flowers you must make out. Sell the berries for sixpence a basket, and the ro- ses for all you can get. People who love flowers well enough to buy them, never cavil about the price ; just let them pay what they like." The little girl took the basket on her arm ; her pretty mouth grew tremulous and bright as the moss rose-bud that blushed against her hand ; her eyes filled with tears. " Oh, ma'm, I want to thank you so much, only I don't know how," she said, in a voice that went to the good woman's heart. "There, there 1 — never mind — ^be punctual, that's a good girl. Now, my dear, what is your name ?" " Julia — Julia Warren, ma'm I" ' ' A pretty name — very well — stop a moment, I had forgotten." The child sat her basket down upon the stool which the huckster-woman hastily vacated, and waited patiently while the good dame disappeared in some unknown region of the market eager to accomplish an object that had just presented itself to her mind. " Here," she said, coming back with her face all in a glow, a small tin pail in one hand, and her apron gathered up in tho FASHION AND FAMINE. 17 other. "Just leave the strawberries, and run home with these. [t will be a long time for the old folks to wait, and you wUl go about the day's work with a lighter heart, when you know that they have had a breakfast, to say nothing of yourself, poor thiug 1 There, run along, and be back in no time." Julia took the little tin pail and the rolls that her kind friend hastily twisted up in a sheet of brown paper. " Oh 1 they will be so glad," broke from her, and with a sob of joy She sprang away with her precious burden. " Well now, Mrs. Gray, you are a strange creature, trusting people like that, and absolutely laying out money too ; I only wonder how you ever got along at all 1" said a little, shrewish woman from a neighboring stand, who had been watching this scene from behind a heap of vegetables. " Poh I it's my way ; and I can afford it," answered the huck- ster-woman, rubbing her plump palms together, and twinkling her eyelashes to disperse the moisture that had gathered under them. " I haven't sat in this market fourteen years for nothing. The child is a good child, I'll stake my life on it !" " I hope you may never see the pail again, that's all," was th« terse reply. " Well, well, I may be wrong — ^maybe I am — we shall know soon. At any rate I can a£ford to lose half a dozen pails, that's one comfort." " Always chuckling over the money she has saved up," mut- tered the little woman, with a sneer ; " for my part I don't believe that she Is half as well off as she pretends to be." The conversation was here cut short by several customers, who crowded up to make their morning purchases. During the next half hour good Mrs. Gray was so fully occupied, that she had no opportunity for thought of her prot6ge ; but just as she obtained a moment's breathing time, up came the little girl pant- ing for breath ; her cheeks glowing like June roses ; and her eyes sparkling with delight. " They have had their breakfast ; I told them all about it I" she said, in a panting whisper, drawing close up to the huckster- 18 FASHION AND FAMINE. woman, and handing back the empty pail. " I wish you could have seen grandpa when I took off the cover, and let the hot coffee steam into the room. I only wish you could have seen him !'• " And he liked it, did he ?" " Liked it 1 Oh 1 if you had been there to see I" The child's eyes wei\= brimful of tears, and yet they sparkled like diamonds. Mrs. Gray looked over her stall to see if there was anything else that could be added to the basket. That pretty, grateful look expanded her warm heart so pleasantly, that she felt quite like heaping everything at hand upon the little girl. But the basket was already quite heavy enough for that slender arm, and the addition of a single handful of fruit or tuft of flowers, would have destroyed the symmetry of its arrangement. So with a sigh, half of diigappointment, half of that exquisite satis- faction that follows a kind act, she patted little Julia on the head, lifted the basket from the stool, and kindly bade her begone to her day's work. The child departed with a light tread and a lighter heart, smiling upon every one she met, and looking back, as if she longed to point out her benefactress to the whole world. Mrs. Gray followed her with moist and sunny eyes ; then shak- ing the empty pail at her cynical neighbor, in the good-humored triumph of her benevolence, she carried it back to the coffee- stand whence it had been borrowed. " Strawberries I — strawberries 1" Julia Warren turned pale, and looked around like a fright- ened bird, when this sweet cry first broke from her lips in the open street. Nobody seemed to hear — that was one comfort ; 60 she hurried round a corner, and creeping into the shadow of a house, leaned, all in a tremor, against an iron railing, quite confident, for the moment, that she should never find courage to open her mouth again. But a little reflection gave her strength. Mrs. Gray had told her that the morning was her harvest hour. She could not stand there trembling beneath the weight of her FASHION AND FAMINE. 19 basket. The fruity scent — the fragrant breath of the violets that floated up from it, seemed to reproach her. " Strawberries !-^trawberries I" The sound rose from those red lips more cheerily now. There was ripeness in the very tones that put you in mind of the fruit itself. The cry was neither loud nor shrill, but somehow peo- ple were struck by it, and turned unconsciously to look upon the girl. This gave her fresh courage, for the glances were all kind, and as she became accustomed to her own voice, the nov- elty of her position began to lose its terror. A woman called to her from the area of a house, and purchased two baskets of the strawberries, without asking any reduction in the price. Poor child, how her heart leaped when the shilling was placed in her hand I How important the whole transaction seemed to her ; yet with what indifference the woman paid for the straw- berries, and turned to carry them into the basement. Julia looked through the railings and thanked this important customer. She could not help it ; her little heart was full. A muttered reply that she was " welcome," came back ; that was all. Notwithstanding the gruff answer, Julia took up her basket with a radiant face. " Strawberries I — strawberries 1" Now the words came forth from red and smiling lips — nay, once or twice the little girl broke into a laugh, as she went along, for the bright shilling lay in the bottom of her basket. She wandered on unacquainted with the streets, but quite content ; for though she found herself down among warehouses only, and in narrow, crowded streets, the gentlemen who hurried by would now and then turn for a bunch of violets, and she kept on be- wildered, but happy as a bird. All at once the strawberry girl found herself among the ship- ping ; and a little terrified at the coarse and barren appearance of the wharves, she paused close by the water, irresolute what direction to pursue. It was now somewhat deep in the morn- ing, and everything was life and bustle in that commercial dis- trict, for the child was but a few streets above the Battery, and 20 FASHION AND FAMINE. could detect the cool wave of its trees through a vista in the buildings. The harbor, glowing with sunshine and covered with every species of water craft, lay spread befOre her gaze. Brook- lyn Heights, Jersey City, and the leafy shores of Hoboken, half veiled in the golden haze of a bright June morning, rose before her like soft glimpses of the fairy land she had loved to read about. Never iu her life had she been in that portion of the city before ; and she forgot everything in the strange beauty of the scene, which few ever looked upon unmoved. The steam- boats ploughing the silvery foam of the waters, curving around the Battery, darting in and out from every angle of the shore ; the fine national vessels sleeping upon the waters, with their masts pencilled against the sky, and their great, black hulls, so imposing in their motionless strength ; the ferry-boats, the pretty barges and smaller kind of water craft shooting with arrowy speed across the waves — all these things had a strange and absorbing effect on the girl. As she stood gazing upon the scene, there came looming up in the distant horizon, an ocean steamer, riding majestically on the waters, that seemed to have suddenly heaved the monster up into the bright June atmosphere. At first, the vast propor- tions of this sea monarch were lost in the distance ; but it came up with the force and swiftness of some wild steed of the desert, and each moment its vast size became more visible. Up it came, black, swift, and full of majestic strength, ploughing the waters with a sort of haughty power, as if spurning the element which had become its slave. Its great pipes poured forth a whirlwind of black, fleecy smoke, now and then flaked and lurid with fire, that whirled and whirled in the curling vapor, till all its glow went out, rendering the thick volumes of smoke that streamed over the water still more dense and murky. At first the child gazed upon this imposing object with a sen- sation of affright. Her large eyes dilated ; her cheek grew pale with excitement ; she felt a disposition to snatch up her basket, and flee from the water's edge. But curiosity, and something akin to superstitious dread kept her motionless. She had heard FASHION AND FAMINE. 21 of these great steamships, and knew that this must be one ; yet it seemed to her like some dangerous monster tortured with black, fiery venom. She turned to an old sailor that stood near, his countenance glowing with enthusiasm, and muttering eagerly to himself — " Oh ! sir, it is only a ship — you are sure of that I" she said, for her childish dread of strangers was lost in wonder at a sight so new and majestic. The man turned and gave one glance at the mUd, blue eyes and earnest face of the child. " Why, bless your heart, what else should it be ? A ship, to be sure it is — or at any rate, a sort of one, going by wind and fire both together ; but arter aU, a clean rigged taut merchant- man for me — that's the sort of craft far an old salt that's been brought up to study wind and water, not fire and smoke I But take care of your traps, little one, she'U be up to her berth in no time." The chUd snatched up her basket and gave a hurried glance around, seeking for some means of egress from the wharf ; but while she was occupied by the steamer, a crowd had gathered down to the water's edge, and she shrunk from attempting a passage through the mass of carts, carriages and people that blocked up her way to the city. " Poh ! there's nothing to be afeared of 1" said the good- natured tar, observing her terrified look ; " only take care of your traps, and it's worth while waiting." By this time the steamer was opposite Governor's Island. She made a bold curve around the Battery, and came up to her berth with a slow and measured beat of the engine, blowing off steam at intervals, like a racer drawing breath after sweep- ing his course. The deck of the steamer was alive with passengers, an eager crowd full of cheerfulness and expectation. Most of them were evidently from the higher classes of society ; for their rich attire and a certain air of refined indifference was manifest, even in the excitement of an arrival. 22 FASHION AND FAMINE. Among the rest, Julia saw two persons that fascinated her attention in a most singular degree, drawing it from the whole scene, till she heeded nothing else. One of these was a woman somewhat above the common size, and of superb proportions, who leaned against the railing of the steamer with a heavy, drooping bend, as if occupied with some deep and painful feeling. One glove was off, and her eager grasp upon the black wood-work seemed to start the blue veins up to the snowy surface of a hand, whose symmetry was visible, even from the shore. Julia could not remove her eyea from the strange and beautiful face of this woman. Deep, but subdued agony was at work in every lineament. There was wildness in her very motion, as she lifted her superb form from the railing, and drew the folds of a cashmere shawl over her bosom, pressing her hand hard upon the rich fabric, as if to relieve some painful feeling that it covered. The steamer now lay close in her berth. A sort of movable staircase was flung from the side of the wharf, and down this staircase came the passengers, eager to touch the firm earth once more. Among the foremost was the woman who had so riveted the attention of Julia Warren; and, behind her, bear- ing a silver dressing-case and a small embroidered satchel, came a tall and singular looking man. Though his form was upright enough in itself, he bent forward in his walk ; and -his arms, long and awkward, seemed like the members of some other body, that had, by mistake, been given up to his ungainly use. His dress was fine in material, but carelessly put on, ill-fitting and badly arranged in all its tints. A hat of fine beaver and foreign make, seemed flung on the back of his head, and settled tightly there by a blow on the crown; his great hands were gloveless; and his boots appeared at least a size too large for the feet they encased. This man would now and then cast a glance from his small, gray eyes on the superb woman who preceded him ; and it was easy to see by his countenance, that he observed, and after hia fashion shared the anguish visible in her features. His own FASHION AND FAMINE. 23 face deepened in its expression of awkward sadness with every glance; and he hugged the dressing case to his side with uncon- scious violence, which threatened to crush the deUcate frost- work that enriched it. With a wild and dry brightness in her large, blue eyes, the lady descended to the wharf, a few paces from the spot occupied by the strawberry girl. As her foot touched the earth, Julia saw that the white hand dropped from its hold on the shawl, and the costly garment half fell from her shoulders, trail- ing the dirty wharf with its embroidery. In the whole crowd there was no object but this woman to the girl. With a pale cheek and suspended breath she watched every look and motion. There was something almost supernatural in the concentration of her whole being on this one person. An intense desire to address the stranger — to meet the glance of her eyes — to hear her voice, seized upon the child. She sprang forward, obeying this strange impulse, and lifting the soiled drapery of the shawl, held it up grasped in her trembUng hands. " Lady, your shawl 1" The child could utter no more. Those large, blue eyes were bent upon her face. Her own seemed fascinated by the gaze Slowly, sadly they filled with tears, drop by drop, and the eyes of that strange, beautiful woman filled also. Still she gazed upon the child — ^her clean, poverty-stricken dress — her meek face, and the basket of fruit and flowers upon her arm ; and as she gazed, a faint smile crept around her mouth. "This sweet voice — the flowers — is it not a beautiful wel- come ?" she said, glancing through her tears upon the man who stood close by her side ; but the uncouth friend, or servant, whatever he might be, did not answer. His eyes were riveted on the chUd, and some strange feeling seemed to possess him. " Give me," said the lady, passing her hand over Julia's head with a caressing motion — " give me some of these roses ; it is a long time since I have touched a flower grown in home soil 1" Julia selected her freshest bouquet and held it up. The 24 FASHION AND FAMINE. lady's hand trembled as she drew forth her pnrae, and dropping a bright coin into the basket, received the flowers. "Take a few of the strawberries, lady, they are so ripe and cool 1" said the little girl, lifting one of the baskets from its leafy nest. Again the lady smiled through her tears, and taking the lit- tle basket, poured a few of the strawberries into her ungloved hand. "Would not he like some?" questioned the chOd, offering the basket with its scarcely diminished contents to the man, who still kept his eyes fixed on her face. "No, not them — but give me a bunch of the blue flowers — they grew around the rock-spring at the old homestead, thous- ands and thousands on 'em 1" cried the man, with a strong Down East pronunciation, and securing a tuft of the violets he turned aside, as if ashamed of the emotion he had betrayed. The lady turned away. Something in his words seemed to have disturbed her greatly. She gathered the shawl about her, and moved towards a carriage that had drawn close up to the wharf. Julia's heart betit quick ; she could not bear to see that strange, beautiful woman depart without speaking to her again. " Lady, will you take this one little bunch ? — some people love violets better than anything 1" " No, no, I cannot — I " The lady paused, tears seemed choking her. She drew down the folds of a rich blonde veil over her face, and moved on. Julia laid the violets back into her basket with a sigh. 'Peel- ings of vague disappointment were saddening her heart. When she looked up again, the lady had taken her seat in the carrji.ge, and leaning out was beckoning to her. " I will take the violets !" she said, reaching forth her band, that trembled as the simple blossoms were placed in it. " Heaven forbid that I should cast the sweet omen from me, Thank you child — thank you." The lady drew back into the carriage. Her face was tuonded FASHION AND FAMINE. 25 by the veil, but tears trembled in lier voice, and that voice lingered upon Julia Warren's ear many a long mouth afterward. It had unlocked the deepest well-spring of her life. The strawberry girl stood upon the wharf motionless and lost in thought minutes after the carriage drove away. She had forgotten the basket on her arm, everything in the strange regret that lay upon her young heart. Never, never would she meet that beautiful woman again. The thought filled her soul with unutterable loneliness.' She was unconscious that another carriage had driven up, and that a Southern vessel, arrived that morning, was pouring forth luggage and passen- gers on the opposite side of the pier. She took no heed of any- thing that was passing around her, till a sweet, low voice close by, exclaimed — " Oh I see those flowers — those beautiful, beautiful moss I'ose-buds !" Julia looked up A young girl with soft, dark eyes, and lips dewy and red as the buds she coveted, stood a few paces off, with her hand grasped by a tall and stately looking man, approaching middle age, if not a year or two on the other side, who seemed anxious to hurry his companion into the carriage. " Step in, Florence, the girl can come to us !" said the man, restraining' the eager girl, who had withdrawn her foot from the carriage steps. " Come, come, lady-bird, this is no place for u« : sec. half the crowd are looking this way." The young lady blushed and entered the carriage, followed by her impatient companion, who beckoned Julia towards him. " Here," he said, tossing a silver coin into her basket, " give me those buds, quick, and then get out of the way, or you will be trampled down." Julia held qj her basket, half terrified by the impatience that broke from the dark eyes bent upon her. " There, sweet one, these might have ripened on your own smile : kiss them for my sake!" said the man, gently benaing with his fragrant gift toward his lovely companion. His voice, soft, sweet and harmonious, fell upon the child's 2 26 FASHION AND FAMINE heart also ; and while the tones melted into her memory, she shuddered as the flower may be supposed to shrink when a ser- pent creeps by. CHAPTER II. THE OLD COUPLE. There ia no spot so dark on earth, But love can shed bright glimmers there, Nor anguish knoirn, of human birth. That yieldeth not to faith and prayer. In the basement of a rear building in- one of those cross streets that grow more and more squalid as they stretch down to the water's edge, sat an aged couple, at nightfall, on the day when our humble heroine was presented to the reader. The room was damp, low and dark ; a couple of rude chairs, a deal table, and a long wooden chest were all thje furniture it con- tained. A rough shelf ran over the mantel-piece, on which were arranged a half dozen unmatched cups and saucers, and a bro- ken plate or two, and a teapot, minus half its spout, all scrupulously washed, and piled together with some appearance of ostentation. A brown platter, which stood on the table, contained the only approach to food that the humble dwelling afforded. A bone of bacon thrice picked, and preserved probably from a wretched desire to possess something in the shape of food, though that something was but a mockery, this and a fragment of bread lay upon the platter, covered with a neat crash towel. A straw bed made up on one corner of the floor partook of the general neatness everywhere visible in the wretched dwel< ling; the sheets were of homespun linen, such as our Down East house-wives loved to manufacture years ago, and the covering FASHION AND FAMINE. 27 a patch-work quilt, formed of rich, oM-fasMoned chintz, was neatly turned under the edges. One might have known how more than precious was that fine old quilt, by the great care taken to preserve it. The whole apartment bespoke extreme poverty in its most respectable form. Perfect destitution and scrupulous neatness were so blended, that it made the heart ache with compassion. The old couple drew their seats closer together on the hearth- stone, and looked wistfully in each other's faces as the darkness of coming night gathered around them. The bright morning had been succeeded by a chill, uncomfortable rain, and this increased tenfold the gloomy and dark atmosphere of the base- ment. Thus they sat gazing at each other, and listening moodily to the rain as it beat heavier and heavier upon the sidewalks. " Come, come !" said the old woman, with a smUe that she intended to be cheerful, but which was only a wan refiectiou of what she wished. " This is all very wrong ; once to-day the Lord has sent us food, and here we are desponding again. Julia will be cold and wet, poor thing ; don't let her find us looking so hungry when she comes in.'' "I was thinking of her," muttered the old man, in a sad voice. " Yes, the poor thing will be cold and wet and wretched enough, but that is nothing to the disappointment ; she had built up such hopes this morning." " Well, who knows after all ; something may have happened!" said the old woman, with an effort at hopefulness. " No, no," replied the man, in a voice of touching despon- dency, " if she had done anything, the child would have boeu home long ago. She has no heart to come back." The old man passed his hand over his eyes, and then flung a handful of chips and shavings on the fire from a scant pile that lay in a corner. The blaze flamed up, revealing the desolate room for a moment, and then died away, flashing over the pale and haggard faces that bent over it, with a wan briUiancy that made them look absolutely corpse-like. Those two wrinkled faces were meagre and wrinkled from 28 FASHION AND FAMINE. lack of sustenance ; still, in the faded lineaments there was nothing to revolt the heart. Patience, sweet and troubled af- fection, were blended with every grief-written line. But the wants of the body had stamped themselves sharply there. The thin lips were pale and fixed in an expression of habitual endu- rance. Their eyes were sharp and eager, dark arches lay around them, and these were broken by wi'inkles that were not all of age. As the flame blazed op, the old man turned and looked ear- nestly on his wife, a look of keen want, of newly whetted hun- ger broke from her eyes, naturally so meek and tranquil, and the poor old man turned bis glance another way with a faint groan. It was a picture of terrible famine. Yet patience and affection flung a thrilling beauty over it. One more furtive glance that old man cast on his wife, as the flame went down, and then he clasped his withered fingers, wringing them together. " You are starving — -you are more hungry than ever," he said, " and I have nothing tp give you." The poor woman lifted up her head and tried to smile, but the effort was heart-rending. " It is strange," she said, "but the food we had this morning only seems to make me more hungry. Is it so with you, Ben- jamin ? I keep thinking of it all the time. The rain as it plashes on the pavement seems like that warm coffee boiling over on the hearth; those shavings as they lie in the corner are constantly shifting before my eyes, and seem like rolls and twists of bread, which I have only to stoop forward and take.'' The old man smiled wanly, and a tear started to his eyes, gliding down his cheek in the dim light. " Let us try the bone once more," he said, after a brief si- lence, " there may be a morsel left yet." " Yes, the bone 1 there may be something on the bone yet 1 In our good fortune this morning we must have forgotten to scrape it quite clean !" cried the old woman, starting up with eager haste, and bringing the platter from the table. FASHION AND FAMINE. 29 The husband took it from her hands, and setting it down bo- fare the fire, knelt on one knee, and began to scrape the bone eagerly with a knife. " See, see 1" he said, with a painful ef- fort at cheerfulness, as some strips- and fragments fell on the platter, leaving the bone white and glistening like ivory. " This Is better than I expected ? With a crust and a cup of clear cold water, it will go a good way." " No, no," said the woman, turning her eyes resolutely away, " we had forgotten Julia. She scarcely ate a mouthful this morning f" " I know," said the old man, dropping his knife with a sigh. " Put it aside, and let us try and look as if we had been eat- ing all day. She would not touch it if — if " Here the good old woman's eyes fell upon the little heap of food — those pre- cious fragments which her husband had scraped together with his knife. The animal grew strong within her at the sight ; she drew a long breath, and reaching forth her bony hand, clutched them like a bird of prey ; her thin lips quivered and worked with a sort of ferocious joy, as she devoured the little morsel, then, as if ashamed of her voracity, she lifted her glowing eyes to her husband, and cast tlie frag-raent of food still between her fingers back npon the platter. " I could not help it 1 Oh, Benjamin, I could not help it I" Big tears started in her eyes, and rolled penitently down her cheek. " Take it away ! take it away 1" she said, covering her face with both hands. " You see how ravenous the taste of food makes me 1" " Take it 1" said the old man, thrusting the platter into her lap. "No I no! Tou haven't had a taste; you — you — I am better now, much better 1" For one instant the old man's fingers quivered over the mor- . sel still left upon the platter, for he was famished and craving more food, even as his wife had been; but his better nature pre- vailed, and dashing his hand away, he thrust the plate more de- cidedly into her lap. 30 FASHION AND FAMINE. " Eat !" he said. " Eat ! I can wait, and God will take care of tlie child I" But the poor woman waved the food away, still keeping one hand resolutely over her eyes. " No — no !" she said faintly, " no — no 1" Her husband lifted the plate softly from her lap : she started, looked eagerly around, and sunk back in her chair with a hys- terical laugh. " The strawberries 1 the strawberries, Benjamin 1 Only think, if Julia could not sell the strawberries she will eat them, you know, all — all. Only think what a feast the child will have when she has all those strawberries 1 Bring back the meat ; what will she care for that ?" The old man brought back the plate, but with a sorrowful look. He remembered that the strawberries entrusted to his grandchild were the property of another ; but he could not find the heart to suggest this to the poor famished creature before him, and he rejoiced at the brief delusion that would induce her to eat the little that was left. With martyr-like stoicism he stifled his own craving hunger, and sat by while his wife de- voured the remainder of the precious store. " And you have had none," she said, with a piteous look of self-reproach, when her own sharp want was somewhat ap- peased. " Oh, I can wait for Julia and the strawberries." " And if that should fail," answered the poor wife, filled with remorse at her selfishness, or what she began to condemn as sup.h, "if anything should have happened, you may pawn or sell the quilt to-morrow— I will say nothing against it — not a word. It was used for the first time when — ^when she was a baby, and — " "And we have starved and suffered rather than part with it 1" cried the old man, moving gloomily up and down the room " while she — " "Is dead and buried, I am afraid," said the woman, inter- rupting him. FASHION AND PAMINK. 31 "No," answered the old man, solemnly, "or we should not have been left behind. It is not for nothing, wife, that you and I, and her child too, have starved and pined, and prayed In this cellar. God has an end to accomplish, and we are His Instruments ; how, I cannot tell. It is dark, as yet ; but all in His good time, His work will be done. Let us be patient." " Patient 1" said the old woman, dolefully; "I haven't strength to be anything but patient." " She will yet return to us — our beautiful prodigal — our lost child," continued the old man, lifting his meek eyes heavenward, "We have waited long ; but the time will come." " If I could only think so," said the woman, shaking her head drearily — " If I could but think so I" "I know it," said the old man, lifting his clasped hands upward, while his face glowed with the holy faith that was in him ; "God has filled my soul with this belief. It has given me life when food was wanting. It grows stronger with each breath that I draw. The time will come when I shall be called to redeem our child, even to the laying down of life, it may be. I sometimes had a thought, wife, that her regeneration will be thus accomplished." " How ? What do you mean to say, husband ?" "How, I cannot tell that ; but the God of heaven will, in His own good time. Let us wait and watch." " Oh I if she comes at last, I could be so patient 1 But think of the years that are gone, and no news, not a word. While we have suffered so much, every month, more and more — ah, husband, how can I be patient ?" "Wait," said the old man, solemnly ; "keep still while God does his work. We know that our child has committed a great sin ; but she was good once, and- — " " Oh, how kind, how good she was 1 I think she was more like an angel than any thing on earth, till he came." "Hushl When he is mentioned, bitter wrath rises in my bosom ; I cannot crush it out — I cannot pray it out. God help me 1 Oh, my God, help me to hear this one name with charity."' 33 FASHION AND FAMINE. " Beiijamiu — my husband 1" cried the old woman, regarding the strong anguish in his face with affright, as his uplifted hands shook in their tight grip on each other, and his whole frame began to tremble. He did not heed her pathetic cry, but sect down again by the hearth, and with a thin hand pressed hard upon each knee, bunt forward, gazing into the smouldering fire, gloomy a,nd silent. The old woman stole one hand over his and pressed it gently. It returned no answering token of her sympathy, but still ligidly held its grasp on his knee. Again she touched his hand, and the loved name, that had been so sweet to her in youth, filled his ear with paihetic ten- derness. " Benjamin !" He lifted his head, looked earnestly in her fao, and then sunk slowly to his knees. With his locked hands pressed down upon the hearth, and his head bent low like one preparing to cast off a heavy weight, he broke forth in a prayer of such stern, passionate entreaty, that the very storm seemed to pause and lis- ten to the outbreak of a soul more impetuous than itself. Never in God's holiest temple has the altar been sanctified by a prayer, more full of majestic eloquence, than that which rose from the hearth of the miserable cellar that night. The old man truly wrestled with the angels, and called for help against his own rebel- lious nature, till his forehead was beaded with drops of anguish, and every word seemed to burn and quiver like fire upon his meagre lips. She, in her weaker and more timid nature, fell down by his side, pouring faint ejaculations and low moans into the cur- rent of his eloquence. But while he prayed for strength to endure, for divine light by which he could tread on beneath the burden of life, she now and then broke forth into a moaninsr cry, which was, " Bread ! bread ! ob God, give us this day our daily bread !" All at once, in the inidst of his pleading, the old man's voice broke ; a glorious smile spread over his features, and dropping FASHION AND FAMINE. 33 his forehead between both hands, he murmured in the fulness of a heart suddenly deluged with love, "Oh, my God, I thank thee, thou hast indeed rendered me worthy to redeem our child 1" Then he arose feebly from his knees, and sat down with her withered hand in his, and gazed tranquilly on the sparks of fire that shot, at intervals, through the black shaving ashes. " Wife," he said, and his voice was so changed from its sharp accents, that she lifted her eyes to his in wonder; ''wife, you may speak of him now, God has given me strength ; I can hear it withoat a vengeful wish." "But I don't want to mention his name, I didn't mean to do it, then," ans\yered the wife with a shudder. "You see," rejoined Father Warren, with a grave, sweet smile, "You see, wife, how long the Lord has been chastening us before he would drive the fiend from my heart. How could I expect God to make me the instrument to save our child while this hate of her husband lay coUed up like a viper in my bosom ?" "And did you hate bim so terribly ?" she asked, not able to comprehend the strength of a nature like his. "Hate!" exclaimed the old man, "did you not see how 1 toiled and wrestled to cast that hate out from my soul ?" "Yes, I saw," answered the wife, timidly, and they sunk into silence. Thus minutes stole on ; the rain came down more furi- ously ; the winds shook the loose mndow panes, and the fire grew fainter and fainter, only shedding a smoky gloom over those two pale faces. All at once there came a faint noise in the area — the moist plash of a footstep mingled with the sound of falling rain. Then the outer door opened, admitting a gush of damp wind into the hall that forced back the door of the basement, and there stood little Julia Warren, panting for breath, but full of wild and beautiful animation. The rain was dripping from her hood, and down the heavy braids of her hair, and her little feet left a wet print on the floor at every step. The old man started up, and flung some fresh fuel on the fire, 2* 34 i' ASH ION AND FAMINE. which instantly filled the basement with a brilliant but transi- tory light. There she stood, that brave little girl, dripping with wet, and deluged with sudden light. Her cheeks were all in a glow, warm and wet, like roses in a storm. Her eyes were absolutely star-like in their brilliancy, and her voice broke through the room in a joyful gush that made everything cheer- ful again. "Did you think I was lost, grandpa, or drowned in the rain — don't it pour, though ? Here, grandma, come help me with the basket. Stop, till I light a candle, though." The child knelt down in her dripping garments to ignite the candle, which she had taken somewhere from the depths of her basket. But her little hands shook, and the flame seemed to dance before her ; she really could not hold the candle still enough for her purpose, that little form thrilled and shook so with her innocent joy. "Here, grandpa, you try," she said, surrendering the candle, while her laugh filled the room like the carol of birds, when all the trees are in blossom, "I never shall make it out ; but don't think, now, that I am shivering with the wet, or tired out — ■ don't think anything till I have told you all about it. There, now, we have a light ; come, come 1" The little girl dragged her basket to the hearth, and no fairy, telling down gold and rubies to a favorite, ever looked more lovely. Down by the basket the old grandparents fell upon their knees — one holding the light — the other crying like a child. " See, grandpa, see ; a beef-steak — a great, thick beef-steak, and pickles, and bread, and — and — do look, grandmother, this paper — what do you think is in it? oh! ha 1 I thought you would brighten up! tea, green tea, and sugar, and — why grand- father, is that you crying so ? Dear, dear, how can you ? Don't you see how happy I am? Why, as true as I live, if I ain't crying myself all the time 1 Now, ain't it stramge; every one of us crying, and all for what? I — I believe I shall die, I'm so happy!" FASHION AND FAMINE. 35 The excited little creature dropped the paper of tea from her hands, as she uttered these broken words, and flinging her- self on the old woman's bosom, clung to her, bathed in tears, and shaking like an aspen leaf, literally strengthless with the joy that her coming had brought to that desolate place. While her arms were around the poor woman's neck, the grandmother kept her eyes fixed upon the basket, and she con- trived to break a fragment from one of the loaves it contained, and greedily devour it amid those warm caresses. Joy is often more restless than grief ; Julia was soon on her feet again. " There, there, grandmother I just let the bread alone , what is that to the supper we will have by-and-bye. I'll get three cents' worth of charcoal, and borrow a gridiron, and — and — now don't eat any more till I come back, because of the supper 1 " I The little girl darted out of the room as she uttered this last injunction, and her step was heard like the leap of a fawn, as she bounded through the passage. When she returned, the larger portion of a loaf had disappeared, and the old couple were in each other's arms, while fragments of prayer and thanksgiv- ing fell from their lips. It was a beautiful picture of the human heart, when its holiest and deepest feelings are aroused. Grati- tude to God and to his creatures shed a touching loveliness over it all. Julia, with her bright eyes and eager little hands, bustled about, quite too happy for a thought of the fatigue she had en- dured all the day. She drew forth the little table. She fur- bished and brightened up the cups and saucers, and gave an extra rub to the iron candlestick, which was, for the first time in many a day, warmed up by a taU and snowy candle. The scent of the beef-steak as it felt the heat, the warm hiss of the tea-kettle, the crackling of the fire, made a cheerful accompani- ment to her quick and joyous movements. The cold rain pat- tering without — the light gusts of wind that shook the windows, only served to render the comfort within more delightful. 3(» FASHION AND FAMINE. " Tuere now," said Julia, wiping the bottom of her broken- spouted tea-pot, and placing it upon the table, " there no^, all is ready 1 I'm to pour out the tea, grandpa must cut the steak, and you, grandma — oh, you are company to-night. Come, every thing is warm and nice." The old people drew up to the humble board. A moment their gray heads were bent, while the girl bowed hei' forehead gently downward, and veiled her eyes with their silken lashes, as if the joy sparkling there were suddenly clouded by a thought of her own forgetfulness in taking a seat before tho h-alf- breathed blessing was asked. But her heart was only subdued for a moment. Directly her hands began to flutter about the tea-pot, like a pair of humming bu-ds, busy with some great, uncouth flower. She poured the rich amber stream forth with a dash, and as each lump of sugar fell into the cups, her mouth dimpled into fresh smUes. It was quite like a fairy feast to her. Too happy for thoughts of her own hunger, she was constantly dropping her knife and fork to push the bread to her grandfather, or heap the old grandma's plate afresh, and it seemed as if the broken tea-pot was perfectly inexhaustible, so constantly did she keep it circulating around the table. " Isn't it nice, grandma, green tea, and such sugar. What, grandpa ! you haven't got through yet ?" she was constantly saying, if either of the old people paused in the enjoyment of their meal, for it seemed to her as if such unusual happiness ought to last a long, long time. " Yes," said the old man at length, pushing back his plate with a pleasant sigh, and more pleasant smile ; " yes, Julia; now let us see you eat something, then tell us how all these things came about. You must have been very lucky to have earned a meal like this with one day's work." " A meal I" cried the child ; " oh, the supper. You relished the supper, grandpa ?" " Yes ■; you couldn't have guessed how hungry we were, or how keenly we should have relished anything." FAB II ION AND FAMINE 37 " But — but, you are wondering where the next will come from. You think me like a cliild in having spent so much in this one famous supper." " Yes, like a child, a good, warm-hearted child — who could blame you ?" " Blame 1" cried the grandmother, with tears in her eyes ; — • " bliime ! God bless her 1" " But then," said the child, shaking her head and forcing back a tear that broke through the sunshine in her eyes, " one should not spend everything at once ; grandpa means that, I suppose ?" " No, no !" answered the old woman, eagerly, " he does not mean to find the least fault. How should he ?" "It would have been childish, though ; but perhaps I should have done it, who knows ? — one don't stop to think with a bright half dollar in one's hand, and a poor old grandfather and grand- mother, hungry at home. But then look here 1" The child drew a coin from her bosom, and held it up in the candle-light. " Gold 1" cried the astonished grandfather, absolutely turning pale with surprise. " A half eagle, a genuine half eagle, as I am alive !" exclaimed the old woman, taking the coin between her fingers and examining it eagerly. " Yes, gold — ^a half eagle," said the exulting child, clasping her small hands on the table, " worth five dollars — the old woman in the market told me so I — five dollars ! only think of that 1" " But you did not earn it," said the old man, gravely. " Earn it — oh, no," answered the little girl with a joyous laugh, " who ever thought of a little girl like me earning five dollars in a day ? Still I don't know. That good woman at the market told me to let every one give what he liked for the flowers, and so I did. The most beautiful lady you ever set eyes on, took a bunch of rose-buds from my basket, and flung that money in its place." " Bat who was this lady ? There may be some mistake. 38 FASHION AND FAMINE. She miglit not have known that it was gold 1" said the old man, reaching over, and taking the half eagle from his wife. "I think she knew; indeed I am quite sure she did," answered the chUd, " for she looked at the piece as she took it from her purse. She knew what it was worth, bnt I didn't." " Well, that we may know what to think, tell us more about this wonderful day," said the old man, still examining the gold with an anxious expression of countenance. "Tour grand- mother has finished her tea, and will listen now." Julia was somewhat subdued by her grandfather's grave air ; but spite of this, tears and smiles struggled in her eyes, and her mouth, now tremulous, now dimpling, could hardly be trained into anything like serious narrative. " Well," she said, shaking back the braids of her hair, and resolutely folding both hands in her lap. " Very well ; please don't ask any questions till I have got through, and I'll do my best to tell everything just as it happened. You know how I went out this morning, about the basket that I got trusted for at the grocery, and all that. Well, I went off with the new basket on my arm, making believe to myself as bold as a lion. Still I couldn't but just keep from crying — everything felt so strange, and I was frightened too — you don't know how fright- ened I " Grandma, I think the babes in the woods must have felt as I did, only I had no brother with me, and it is a great deal more lonesome to wander through lots of cold looking men and women that you never saw before, than to be lost among the green woods, where flowers lie everywhere in the moss, and the trees are all sorts of colors, with birds hopping and singing about — dear little birds, such as covered the poor babes with leaves, and — and — finally grandmother, as I was saying, I felt more lonesome and down-hearted than these children could have done, for they had plenty of blackberries, you know, but I was dreadful hungry— I was indeed, though I would not own it to you ; and then all the windows were full of nice FASHION AND FAMINE. 39 {arts and candies, just as if the people had put them there to see how bad they could make me feel. Well, I have told you about going into the market, and how my heart seemed to get colder and colder, till I saw that good woman — that dear, blessed woman " " God bless her, for that one kind act 1" exclaimed the old man, fervently. "He wiU bless her ; be sure of that," chimed in the good grandame. "I wish you could have seen her — I only wish you could 1" cried the child, in her sweet, eager gratitude, "perhaps you will some day, who knows ?" And in the same sweet, disjointed language, the child went on relating her adventures along the streets, and on the wharf, where for the first time she had seen an ocean steamer. When she spoke of the lady and her strange attendant, the old people seemed to listen with more absorbing interest. They were keenly excited by the ardent admiration expressed by the child, yet to themselves even this feeling was altogether unac- countable. When the little girl spoke of the strange man whom she had met on the wharf also, her voice become subdued, and there was a half terrified look in her eyes. The singular impres- sion which that man had left upon her young spirit seemed to haunt it like a fear ; she spoke almost in whispers, and looked furtively toward the door, as if afraid of being overheard ; but the moment she related how he drove away with his beautiful companion, her courage seemed to return, she glanced brightly around, and went on with her narrative with renewed spirit. "He had just gone," she said, "and I was beginning to look around for some way to leave the wharf, when I saw a handker- chief lying at my feet. The carriage wheel had run over it, and it was crushed down in the mud. I picked it up, and run after the carriage, for the handkerchief was fine as a cobweb, and worth ever so much, I dare say. In and out, through the carts, and trunks, and people, I ran with my basket on my arm, and the muddy handkerchief in one hand. Twice I saw the carriage, 40 FASHION AND FAMINE. but it was too far ahead, and at last I turned a corner — I lost it there, and stood thinking what I should do, vfhen tho very carriage which I had seen go off with the lady in it, passed by ; the lady had stopped for something, I suppose, and that kept her back. She was looking from the window that minute. I thought perhaps the handkerchief was hers, after all ; so I ran off the sidewalk and shook it, that she might take notice. The carriage stopped; down came the driver and opened the door, and then the lady leaned out, and smiling with a sort of mourn- ful smile, said — " ' Well, my girl, what do you want now?'" " I held up the handkerchief, but was quite out of breath, and could only say, ' this — this — is it yours, ma'am V "She took the handkerchief, and turned to a corner where a name v/as marked. Then her cheek turned pale as death, and her mouth, so full, so red, grew white. I should have thought that she was dying, she fixed her eyes on me so wildly. " ' Come in, come in, this instant,' she said, and before I could speak, she caught hold of my arm, and drew me^ — ^basket and all — into the carriage. The door was shut, and in my fright I heard her tell the man to drive fast. I did not speak; it seeraed like dreaming. There sat the lady, so pale, so altered, with the handkerchief, all muddy as it was, crushed hard in her white hand — sometimes looking with a sort of wild look at me, some- times seeming to think of nothing on earth. The carriage went faster and faster ; I was frightened and began to cry. She looked at me very kindly then, and said — " 'Hush, child, hush I no one will harm you.' Still I could not keep from sobbing, for it all seemed very wild and strange. " Then the carriage stopped before a great stone house, with . so many long windows, and iron-work fence all before it. A good many trees stood around it, and a row of stone steps went up half way from the gate to the front door. The windows of the house were painted all sorts of colors, and at one corner was a kind of steeple, square at the top and full of narrow FASHION AND FAMINE. 41 windows, and half covered with a green vino that crept close to the stone-work almost to the top. • " No one came to the door. The strange man who rode with the driver let us in with a key that he had, and everything was as still as a meeting-house. When we got inside, the lady took my hand and led me into a great square entry-way, with a marble floor checked black and white ; then she led me up a great high stair-case, covered from top to bottom with a carpet that seemed made of roses and wood-moss. Everything was still and half dark, for all the windows were covered deep with silk curtains, and it had begun to cloud up«out of doors. " The lady opened a door, and led me into a room more beautiful that anything I ever set my eyes on. But this was dark and dim like the rest. My feet sunk into the carpet, and everything I touched seemed made of flowers, the seats were so silken and downy. " The lady flung off her shawl, and sat down upon a little sofa covered with blue silk. She drew me close to her, and tried to smile. " ' Now,' she said, ' you must tell me, little girl, exactly where you got the handkerchief !' "^ I found it — indeed I found it on the wharf,' I said, as well as I could , for crying. ' At first I thought it must belong to the tall gentleman, but he drove away so fast ; then I saw your carriage, and thought ' " She stopped me before I could say the rest — her eyes were as bright as diamonds, and her cheeks grew red again. " ' The tall gentleman 1 "What tall gentleman V she said. " I told her about the man with the beautiful lady. Before I had done, she let go of my hand and fell back on the sofa ; her eyes were shut, but down through the black lashes the great tears kept rolling till the silk cushion under her head v/as wet with them. I felt sorry to see her so troubled, and took the handkerchief from the floor — for it fell from her haijd as she sunk down. With one corner that the wheel had not touched, I tried to wipe sway the tears from her face, but she started up, 42 FASHION AND FAMINB all in a tremble, and pushed me away ; but not as if she were angry with me ; only as if she hated the handkerchief to touch her face. " She walked about the room a few times, and then seemed to get quite natural again. By-and-bye the queer looking man came up with a satchel and a silver box, under his arm ; and she talked with him in a low voice. He seemed not to like what she said ; but she grew positive, and he went out. Then she lay down on the sofa again, as if I had not been by ; her two hands were clasped under her head ; she breathed very hard, and the tears now SSid then came in drops down her cheeks. " It was getting dark, and I could hear the rain pattering out- side. I spoke softly, and said that I must go ; she did not seem to hear ; so I waited and spoke again. Still she took no notice. Then I took up my basket and went out. Nobody saw me. The great house seemed empty — everything was grand, but so still that it made me afraid. Nothing but the rain dripping from the trees made the least noise. All around was a garden, and the house stood mostly alone, among the trees on the top of a hill and lifted up from the street. I had no idea where I was, for it seemed almost like the country, trees all around, and green grass and rose bushes growing all about the house 1 * " A long wide street stretched down the lull toward the city. I noticed the street lamp posts standing in a line each side, and just followed them till I got into the thick of the houses once more. After this I went up one street and down another, in- quiring the way, tUl after a long, long walk, I got back to the market, quite tired out and anxious. "The good market woman was so pleased to see me again. I gave her all my money, and she counted it, and took out pay for the flowers and strawberries. There was enough without the gold piece ; she would not let me change that, but filled the basket with nice things, just to encourage me to work hard next week. There, now, grandfather, I have told you all about this wonderful day. Isn't it quite like a fairy tale?" The old man sat gazing on the sweet and animated face of liia FASHION AND FAMINE. 43 grandchild ; his hands were clasped upon the table, and his aged face grew luminous with Christian gratitude. Slowly his fore- head bent downward, and he answered her in the solemn and beautiful words of Scripture, "I have been young, and now I am old; yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken, or his seed begging bread." There was pathos and fervency in the old man's voice, solemn even as the words it syllabled. The little strawberry girl bowed her head with gentle feeling, and tho grandmother whispered a meek "Amen." CHAPTER III. THE LONE MANSION. There are some feelings all too deep, For grief to shake, or torture numb, Borrows that strengthen as they sleep, And struggle though the heart is dumb. LirtLE Julia Warren had given a very correct description of the house to which she had been so strangely conveyed. Grand, imposing, and unsurpassed for magnificence by anything known in our city, it was nevertheless filled with a sort of gorgeous gloom that fell like a weight upon the beholder. Most of the Bhutters were closed, and where the glass was not painted, rich araperies muflSed and tinted the light wherever it penetrated a crevice, or struggled through the reversed fold of a blind. As you passed through those sumptuous rooms,, so vast, so still, it seemed like traversing a flower-garden by the faintest starlight; you knew that beautiful objects lay around you on every side, without the power of distinguishing them, save in shadowy masses. All this indistinctness took a strong hold on the imagination, rendered more powerful, perhaps, by the profound stillness that reigned in the dwelling. 4-4 FASHION AND FAMINE. Since tlie great front door had fallen softly to its latch after the little girl left the building, no sound had broken the intense hush that surrounded it. Still the lady, who had so marvel- onsly impressed herself upon the heart of that child, lay prone upon the couch in her boudoir in the second story. She was the only living being in that whole dwelling, and but for the quick breath that now and then disturbed her bosom, she appeared lifeless as the marble Flora that seemed scattering lilies over the cushion where she rested. After a time the stillness seemed to startle her. She lifted her head and looked around the room. "Gone!" she said, in a tone of disappointment, which had something of impatience in it — "gonel" The lady started up, pale and with an imperious motion, as one whose faintest wish had seldom been opposed. She approached a window, and flinging back the curtains of azure damask, cast another searching look over the room. But the pale, sweet foetures of the Flora smiling down upon her lilies, was the only semblance to a human being that met her eye She dropped the curtain impatiently. The statue seemed mock- ing her with its cold, classic smile. It suited her better when the wind came with a sweep, dashing the rain-drops fiercely against the window. The irritation which this sound produced on her nerves seemed to animate her with a keen wish to find the child who had dis- appeared so noiselessly. She went to the door, traversed the hall and the great stair-case ; and her look grew almost wild when she found no signs of the little girl 1 Two or three times she parted her lips, as if to call out ; but the name that she would have uttered clung to her heart, and the parted lips gave forth no sound. It was strange that a name, buried in her bosom for years, unuttered, hidden as the miser hides his gold, at once the joy, and agony of his life, should have sprung to her memory there and then ; but so it was, alid the very attempt to syllable that name seemed to freeze up the animation in her face. She grew much FASHION AND FAMINE. 45 flaler after that, and her white fingerrf clung to the silver knob (ike ice as she opened the great hall-door and looked into the street. The entrance to the mansion was sheltered, and though the rain was falling, it had not yet penetrated to the threshold. Up and down the broad street no object resembling the strawJDeny girl could be seen ; and with an air of disappointment, the lady was about to close the door, when she saw upon the threshold a broken rose-bud, which had evidently fallen from the ciiild's basket, and beside it the prints of a little, naked foot left in damp tracery on the granite. These foot-prints descended the steps, and with a sigh the lady drew back, closing the door after her gently as she had opened it. She stood awhile musing in the vestibule, then slowly mount- ing the stairs, entered the boudoir again. She sat down, but it was only for a minute ; the solitude of the great house might have shaken the nerves of a less delicate woman, now that the rain was beating against the windows, and the gloom thicken- ing around her, but she seemed quite unconscious of this. Some new idea had taken possession of her mind, and it had power to arouse her whole being. She paced the room, at first gently, then with rapid footsteps, becoming more and more excited each moment ; though this was only manifested by the brilliancy of her eyes, and the breathless eagerness with which she listened from time to time. No sound came to her ears, however — no- thing but the rain beating, beating, beating against the plate- glass. The lady took out her watch, and a faint, mocking smile stole over her lips. It seemed as if she had been expecting the re- turn of her servant for hours ; and lo ! only half an hour had passed since he went forth. " And this,'' she said, with a gesture and look of self-reproach — " this is the patience— this the stoicism which I have attained — Heaven help me !" She walked slower then, and at length sunk upon the couch with her eyes closed resolutely, as one wlio forced herself to wait and be still. Thus she remained, perhaps 46 FASHION AND FAMINE. fifteen minutes, and tlie marble statue smiled upon her through its chill, white flowers. She had wrestled with herself and conquered. So much time 1 Only fifteen minutes, but it seemed an hour. She opened her eyes, and there was that smiling face of marble peering down into hers ; it seemed as if something human were scanning her heart. The fancy troubled her, and she began to walk about again. As the lady was pacing to and fro in her boudoir, her foot became entangled in the handkerchief which she had so passion- ately wrested from the strawberry-girl, when in her gentle sym- pathy the child would haye wiped the tears from her eyes. She took the cambric in her hand, not without a shudder ; it might be of pain ; it might be that some hidden joy blended itself with the emotion ; but with an effort at self-control she turned to a corner of the handkerchief, and examined a name written there with attention. Again some powerful change of feeling seemed to sweep over her ; she folded the handkerchief with care, and went out of the room, still grasping it in her hand. Slowly, and as if impelled against her wishes, this singular woman mounted a flight of serpentine stairs, which wound up the tower that Julia had described as a steeple, and entered a remote room of the dwelling. Even here the same silent splendor, the same magni- ficent gloom that pervaded the whole dwelling, was darkly visi- ble. Though perfectly alone, carpets thick as forest moss muffled her foot-steps, tUl they gave forth no echo to betray her presence. Like a spirit she glided on, and but for her breath- ing she might have been taken for something truly supernatural, so singular was her pale beauty, so strangely motionless were her eyes. For a moment the lady paused, as if calling up the locality of some object in her mind, then she opened the door of a small room and entered. A wonderful contrast did that little chamber present to the Bplendor through which she had just passed. No half twilight FASHION AND FAMINE. 47 reigned there ; no gleams of rich coloring awoke the imagina- tion ; everything was chaste and almost severe in its simplicity. Half a shutter had been left open, and thus a cold light was admitted to the chamber, revealing every object with chilling distinctness : — the white walls ; the faded carpet on the floor ; and the bed piled high with feathers, and covered with a patch- work quilt pieced from many gorgeously colored prints, now somewhat faded and mellowed by age. Half a dozen stiff maple •chairs stood in the room. In one corner was a round mahogany stand, polished with age, and between the windows hung a looking-glass framed in curled maple. No one of these articles bore the slightest appearance of recent use, and common-place as they would have seemed in another dwelling, in that house they looked mysteriously out of keeping. The lady looked around as she entered the room, and her face expressed some new and strong emotion ; but she had evidently, schooled her feelings, and a strong will was there to second every mental effort. After one quick survey her eyes fell upon the carpet. It was an humble fabric, such as the New England housewives manufacture with their own looms and spinning wheels ; stripes of hard, positive colors contrasted harshly to- gether, and even time had failed to mellow them into harmony ; though faded and dim, they still spread away from the feet harsh and disagreeable. No indifferent person would have looked upon that cheerless object twice ; but it seemed to fasci- nate the gaze of the singular woman, as no artistic combina- tion of colors could have done. Her eyes grew dim as she gazed ; her step faltered as she moved across the faded stripes; and reaching a chair near the bed, she sunk upon it pale and trembling. The tremor went off after a few minutes, but her face retained its painful whiteness, and she fell into thought so deep that her attitude took the repose of a statue. Thus an hour went by. The storm had increased, and through the window whiph opened upon a garden, might be seen the dark sway of branches tossed by the roaring wind, and blackened with the gathering night. The rain poured down in 48 FASHION AND FAMINE. sheets, and beat upon the spacious roof like the rattle of artil- lery. Gloom and commotion reigned around. The very ele- ments seemed vexed with new troubles as that beautiful woman entered the room whose humble simplicity seemed so unsuited to lier. Ada saw nothing of the storm, or if she did, the wildness and gloom seemed but a portion of the tumult in her own heart. Yet how still and calm she was — that strange being ! At length the chain of iron thought seemed broken ; she turned to- ward the bed, laid her hand gently down upoA the qnilt, and gazed at the faded colors till some string in her proud heart gave way, and sinking down with her face buried in the scant pillows, she wept like a child. Every limb in her body began to tremble. The bed shook under her, and notwithstanding the stormy ele- ments, the noise of her bitter sobs filled the room. The voice of her grief was soon broken by another sound — the sound of passionate kisses lavished upon the pillows, the quilt, and the homespun linen upon the bed. She looked at them through lier tears ; she smoothed them out with her trembling hands ; she laid her cheek against them lovingly, as a punished child will sometimes, caress the very garments of a mother whose forgiveness it craves ; yet in all this you saw that this- strange, almost insane excitement was not usual to the woman — that she was not one to yield her strength to a light passion ; and this made her grief the more touching. You felt that if such storms often swept across her track of life, she did not bow herself to them without a fierce struggle. She lay upon the be 1 weeping and faint with exhausted emo- tion, when the sound of a closing door rang through the build- ing. This was followed by stumbling footsteps so heavy that eyen the turf-like carpets could not muffle them. The lady started up, listened an instant, and then hurried from the room, closing the door carefully after her. It was now almost dark, and but for the angular figure and ungainly attitude of the per- son she found in her boudoir, she might not have recognized her own servant, who stood waiting her approach. FASHION AND FAMINE. 49 ■" Jacob, you have come — well I" said the lady in a low voice, " Yes, and a pretty time I have had of it," said the man, drawing back from the hand which she had almost placed upon his arm, and shaking himself with much of the surliness, and all the indifference of a mastiff, till the rain fell in showers from his coat, " I am soaking wet, ma'm, and dangerous to come near — it might give you a cold." "It is raining then?" said the lady, subduing her impa- tience. " Raining I I should think it was, and blowing too. Why, don't you hear the wind yelling and tusseling vrith the trees back of the house ?" " I have not noticed," answered the lady, mournfully ; " I was thinking of other things." " Of him, I suppose !" There was something husky in the man's voice as he spoke, the more remarkable that his strong Down East pronunciation was usually prompt, and clear from any signs of feeling. " Yes, of him and of them I Jacob, this has been a terrible day to me." " And to me, gracious knows I" muttered the man, giving his coat another rough shake. " Yes, you have been upon your feet all day — you are wet through, my kind friend, and all to serve me — I know that it is hard !" " Nothing of the sort ! — nothing of the sort I Who on earth complained, I should like to know? A little rain, poh !" exclaimed the man, evidently annoyed that his vexation, uttered in an under tone, should have reached the lady's ear. " No, you never do complain, Jacob ; and yet you have often found me an exacting mistress — or friend, I should rather say — ■ for it is long since I have considered you as anything else. I have often taxed your strength and patience too far I" " There it is again I" answered the man. With a sort of rough impatience, which, however, had nothing unkind or disrespect- ful in it — " jist as if I was complaining or discontented— jiat as 3 50 FASHION AND FAMINE. if I wasn't your hired man — no, servant, that is the word — to serve, wait, tend on you ; and hadn't been ever since the day —but no matter about that — jist now I've been down town as fon ordered." " Well !" Oh ! how much of exquisite self-control was betrayed by the low, steady tone in which that little word was uttered. " Of course," said the man, " I could do nothing without help. The little girl's story was enough to prove that — ^that he was in town, but it only went so far. She neither knew which way he drove, or how the coach was numbered ; so it seemed very much like searching for a needle in a hay-mow. But you wanted to know where he was, and I determined to find out. Wal, this morning, as we left the steamer, I saw a man in the crowd with a great, gilt star on his breast, and as the thing looked rather odd for a republican, I asked what it meant. It was a policeman ; they have got up a new system here in the city, it seems, and from what was said on the wharf, I thought it no bad idea to get some of these men to help me to search for Mr. Leicester." " Hush, hush ; don't speak so loud," said the lady, starting as a name her lips had not uttered for years was thus suddenly pronounced. " I inquired the way, and went to the police ofSce at once : it is in the Park, ma'm, under the City Hall. Wal, there I found the chief, a smart, active fellow as I ever set eyes on ; I told him what brought me there, and who I wanted to find. He called a young man from the out room ; wrote on a slip of paper ; gave it to the man, and asked me to sit down. Wal, I sat down, and we began to talk about my travels, and things in gineral, like old acquaintances, till by-and-bye in came the very policeman that I had seen on the wharf. "' Mr. Johnson,' says the chief, 'a Southern vessel arrived to-day at the same wharf where the steamer lies. Did you observe a tall gentlemen with a young lady on Ms arm, leave that vessel?' FASHION AND FAMINE. 51 "'Dark hair; large eyes; a black coat?' says the man, look- ing at me. '" Exactly,' says I. " 'The lady beautiful ; eyes you could hardly tell the color of; lashes always down; black sUk dress; cashmere scarf; cottai^e- bonnet I' says he, again. "'Jist so!' says I. "'Yes,' says he to the chief, 'I saw them.' " ' Where did they go?' questions the chief. " "^Hack No. Ill took three fares from the vessel and steamer, one to the City Hall, one to the New York, one to the Astor. This was the second, he went to the Astor.'" "And the young girl — did she go with him?" cried the lady, striving in vain to conceal the keen interest which prompted the question. " That was just what the chief asked," was the reply. "And the answer — was she with him?" " Wal, the chief put that question, only a little steadier; anc! the man answered that the young lady ~" "Well." "That the coachman first took the young lady to a house in — I believe it was Ninth street, or Tenth, or ■" " No matter, so she was not with him," answered the lady, drawing a deep breath, while an expression of exquisite relief came to her features; " and he is there alone at the Astor House. And I in the same city 1 Does nothing tell him?^has his heart no voice that clamors as mine does? The Astor House! Jacob, how far is the Astor House from this?" " More than a mile — two miles. I don't exactly know how far it is." "A mile, perhaps two, and that is all that divides us. Oh! God, would that it were all!" she cried, suddenly clasping her hands with a burst of wild agony. The servant man recoiled as he witnessed this burnt of jja'-- sion, wherefore it were difficult to say; for he rcmaiiud si! ;,r, and the twilight had gathered fast aud deep iu the room. For 52 FASHION AND FAMINE several minutes no word was spoken between the two persons so unlike in looks, in mind, in station, and yet linked together by a bond of sympathy strong enough to sweep off these ine- qualities into the dust. At length the lady lifted her head, and looked at the man almost beseechingly through the twi- light. The storm was still fierce. The wind shook and tore through the foliage of the trees; and the rain swept by in sheets, now and then torn with lightning, and shaken with loud bursts of thuuder. "The weather is terrible!" said the lady, with a sad, winning smile, and with her beautiful eyes bent upon the man. He thought that she was terrified by the lightning, and this brought his kind nature back again. " Tliis — oh ! this is nothing, madam. Think of the storms we used to have in the Alps, and at sea." A licautiful brilliancy came into the lady's eyes. "True, this is nothing compared to them : and the evening, it is not yet entirely dark !" " The storm makes it dark — that is all. It isn't far off from sun-down by the time 1" answered Jacob, taking out an old sil- ver watch, and examining it by the window. " Jacob, are you very tired ?" "Tired, ma'm 1 What on earth should make me tired? One would think I had been hoeing all day, to hear suRh ques^tions !" • The lady hesitated. She seemed ashamed to speak again, and her voice faltered as she at length forced herself to say — "Then, Jacob, as you are not quite worn out — perhaps you will get me a carriage — there must be stables in the neigh- borhood." " A carriage 1" answered the man, evidently overwhelmed with surprise : "a carriage, madam, to-night, in all this rain !" " Jacob — Jacob, I must see him— I must see him now, tO' night — this hoar I The thought of delay suffocates me — ^1 am FASHION AND FAMINE. 53 not myself — do you not see it ? All power over myself is gone. Jacob, I must see him now, or die I" " But the storm, madam,'' urged poor Jacob, from some cause almost as pale as his mistress. "The better — all the better. It gives me com'age. How can we two meet, save in storm and strife ? I tell you the tempest will give me strength." "I beg of you, I— I " " Jacob, be kind — get me the carriage 1" pleaded the lady, gently interrupting him : " urge nothing more, I entreat you ; but instead of opposing, help me. Heaven knows, but for you I am helpless enough 1" There was no resisting that voice, the pleading eloquence of those eyes. A deep sigh was smothered in that faithful breast, and then ho went forth perfectly heedless of the rain ; which, to do him justice, had never been considered in connection with his own personal comfort. He returned aQ;er a brief absence ; and a dark object before the iron gate, over which the rain was dripping in streams, be- spoke the success of his errand. The lady had meantime changed her dress to one of black silk, perfectly plain, and giving no evi- dence of position, by which a stranger might judge to what class of society she belonged ; a neat straw bonnet and a shawl com- pleted her modest costume. " I am ready, waiting 1 " she cried, as Jacob presented him- self at the door, and drawing down her veil that he might not see all that was written in her face, she pasged him and went forth. But Jacob caught one glance of that countenance with all its eloquent feeling, for a small lamp had been lighted in the bou- doir during his absence ; and that look was enough. He followed her in silence. 54 FASHION AND FAMINK. CHAPTER IV. TUE ASrOR HOUSE AND THE ATTIC ROOM. When woman sinneth with her heart, Some trace of heaven still lingers there ; The angels may not all depart And yield her up to dark despair. But man — alas, when thought and brain Can sin, and leave the soul at ease : Can sneer at truth and scoff at pain ! — God's angels shrink from sins like these 1 Alone in one of the most sumptuous chambers of the Astor House, sat the man who had made an impression so powerful upon little Julia Warren that morning. Though the chill of that stormy night penetrated eyen the massive walls of the hotel, it had no power to throw a shadow upon the comforts with which this man had found means to surround himself. A fire blazed in the grate, shedding a glow upon the rug where his feet were planted, till the embroidered slippers that encased them seemed buried in a bed of forest moss. The curtains were drawn close, and the whole room had an air of simgness and seclusion seldom found at a hotel. Here stood an open dressing-case of ebony, with its gold mounted and glittering equipments exposed; there was a travelling desk of ebony, inlaid with mother-of-pearl, opal-tinted and glitter- ing like gems in the uncertain light. Upon the mantel-piece stood a small picture-frame, carved to a perfect net-work, and ap- parently of pure gold, circling the miniature of a female, so exqui- sitely painted, so beautiful in itself, that the heart wanued to a glow while gazing upon it. It was a portrait of the very girl whom Julia had seen supported by that man's arm in the morning — new and fresh was every tint upon the ivory. Alas I no female face ever had time to grow shadowy and mellow in that little frame ; with almost every change of the moon some FASHION AND FAMINE. 55 new bead was circled by the glittering net-work — and this spoke eloquently of one dark trait in the character of the man. He sat before the fire, leaning back in his cushioned easy- chair, now glancing with an indolent smile at the picture — now leaning toward a small table at his elbow, and helping himself to the fragments of some tiny game-birds from a plate where sev- eral were lying, all somewhat mutilated, as if he had tried each without perfectly satisfying his fastidious appetite. Various foreign condiments, and several flasks of wine stood on the table, with rich china and glasses of unequal shape and variously tin- ted. For at the hotel this man was known to be as fastidious in his taste as in his appetite ; with him the appointments of a meal were equally important with the viands. No lights were in the room, save two wax tapers in small candle-sticks of frosted silver, which, with various articles of plate upon the table, composed a portion of his travelling luxu- ries. If we have dwelt long upon these small objects, it is be- cause they bespoke the character of the man better than any philosophical analysis of which we are capable, and from a feel- ing of reluctance to come in contact with the hard and selfish, even in imagination. Oh 1 if the pen were only called upon to describe the pure and the good, what a pleasant task might be this of authorship ; but while human life is made up of the evil and the good, in order to be true, there must be many dark shadows in every picture of life as it exists now, and has existed from the begin- ning of the world. In humanity, as in nature herself, there is midnight darkness contrasting with the bright and pure sun- shine. There was nothingabout the person of Leicester that should make the task of describing him an unpleasant one. He had reached the middle age, at least was fast approaching it : and on a close scrutiny, hi.s features gave indication of more advan- ced years than the truth would justify ; for his life had been one that seldom leaves the brow smooth, or the mouth perfectly flexible. Still to a casual observer, Leicester was a noble- 56 FASHION AND FAMINE. looking and elegant man. The dark gloss and luxuriance of his hair was in nothing impaired by the few threads of silver that begun to make themselves visible ; his forehead was high, broad and white ; his teeth perfect, and though the lips were somewhat heavy, the smile that at rare intervals stole over them wa^ full of wily fascination, wicked, but indescribably allur- ing. That smile had won many a new face to the little frame from which poor Florence Craft seemed to gaze upon him with mournful tenderness. As he looked upward it deepened, spread and quivered about his mouth, that subtle and infatuating smile. There was some- thing of tenderness, something of indolent scorn blended with it then, for his eyes were lifted to that beautiful face gazing upon him so immovably from the ivory. He caught the mourn- ful expression, cast, perhaps, by the position of the candles, and it was this that gave a new character to his smile. He stretched himself languidly back in his chair, clasped both hands behind his head, and still gazed upward with half closed eyes. This change of position looseped the heavy cord of sUk vsith which a dressing-gown, lined with crimson velvet, and of a rich cashmere pattern, had been girded to his waist, thus exposing the majestic proportions of a person strong, sinewy and full of flexible vigor. His vest was off, and the play of his heart might have been counted through the fine and plaited linen that covered his bosom. Something more than the rise and fall of a base heart, had that loosened cord exposed. Protrud- ing from an inner pocket of his dressing-gown the inlaid butt of a revolver was just visible. Thus surrounded by luxuries, with a weapon of death close to his heart, "William Leicester sat gazing with half-shut eyes upon the mute shadow that returned his look with such mourn- ful intensity. At length the smile upon his lip gave place to words full of meaning, treacherous and more carelessly cruel than the smUe had foreshadowed. "Oh! Flor, Flor," he said, " your" time will soon come. This FASHION AND FAMINE 57 excessive devotion — this wUd love — ^it tires one, child — you are unskUful, Flor — a little spice of the evU-one — a storm of anger — • now a dash of indifference — anything but this eternal tender- ness. It gets to be a bore at last, Flor, indeed it does." And Leicester waved his head at the picture, smiling gently all the time. Then he unsealed one of the wine-flasks, filled a glass and lifted it to his mouth. After tasting the wine with a soft, oily smask of the lips, and allowing a few drops to flow down his throat, he put aside the glass with a look of disgust, and leaning forward, rang the boll. Before his hand left the bell-tassel, a servant was at the door, not in answer to his summons, but with information that a car- riage had stopped at the private entrance, and that some one within wished to speak with him. Leicester seemed annoyed. He drew the cords of his dress- ing-gown, and stood up. " Who is in the carriage? What does he seem like, John?" The mulatto smiled till his teeth glistened in the candle- light. " Why don't you speak, fellow ?" The waiter cast a shy glance toward the picture on the mautel-piece, and his teeth shone again. " The night is dark as pitch, sir ; I couldn't see a yard from the door ; but I heard a voice. It wasn't a man's voice." " A woman 1 — in all this storm too. Surely she cannot havo been so wild," cried Leicester, casting aside his dressing-gown, and hurriedly replacing it with garments more befitting the night, " Go, John, and say that I will be down presently, and listen as you give the message ; try and get a glimpse of the lady." , John disappeared, and threaded his way to the entrance with ' wonderful alacrity. A man stood upon the steps, apparently indifferent to the rain that beat in his face. By changing his position he might have avoided half the violence of each new gust, but he seemed to feel a sort of pleasure in braving it, for a stern pallor lay upon the face thus steadily turned to the storm. 3* 58 FASHIOTV 4.ND FAMINE This was the man who had first spoken to the servant, but instead of addressing him, John was passing to the carriage, intent on learning something of its inmate. But as he went down the steps a strong grasp was fixed on his arm, and he found himself suddenly wheeled, face to face, with the powerful man upon the upper flag. " Where are you going?" There was something in the man's voice that made the mu- latto shake. " I was going to the carriage, sir, with Mr. Leicester's mes- sage to the — the " Here John began to stammer, for he felt the grasp upon his arm tighten like a vice. "I sent for Mr. Leicester to come down; give me bis answer!" "Yes — ^yes, sir, certainly. Mr. Leicester will be down in a minute,'' stammered John, shaking the rain from his garments, and drawing back to the doorway the moment he was released, but casting a furtive glance into the darkness, anxious, if pos- sible, to learn something of the person in the carriage. That moment, as if to reward his vigilance, the carriage wis dow was let down, and by the faint light that struggled from the lante-rns, the mulatto saw a white hand thrust forth; and a face of which he could distinguish nothing, save that it was very pale, and lighted by a pair of large eyes fearfully brilliant, gleamed on him through the illuminated mist. " What is it? Will he not come? Open the door — open the door," cried a voice that- rang even through his inert heart. It was a female's voice, full and clear, but evidently excited to an unnatural tone by some powerful feeling. Again the mulatto attempted to reach the carriage. " Madam — Mr. Leicester will " Before the sentence was half uttered, the mulatto found him self reeling back against the door, and the man who hurled him there, darted down the steps. " Shut the window — sit further back, for gracious' sake." " Is he coming? Is he here?" was the wild rejoinder. FASHION AND FAMINE. 59 " He is coming; bat do be more patient.'' "I will — I will!" cried the lady, and without another word she drew back into the darkness. Meanwhile the mulatto found his way back to the chamber, where Mr. Leicester was waiting with no little impatience. The very imperfect report which he was enabled to give, relieved Leicester from his first apprehensiofi, and excited a wUd spirit of adventure in its place. "Who in the name of Heaven can it be?" broke from him as he was looking for his hat. "The face, John, you saw the face, ha I" " Only something white, sir; and the eyes — such eyes, large and shining — a great deal brighter than the lamp, that was half put out by the rainl" "It cannot be Florence, that is certain," muttered Leicester, as he took up his dressing-gown from the floor and transferred the revolver to an inner pocket of his coat — "some old tor- ment, perhaps, or a new one. Well, I'm ready." Leicester found the carriage at the entrance, its outlines only defined in the surrounding darkness by the pale glimmer of a lamp, whose companion had been extinguished by the rain. Upon the steps, but lower down, and close by the carriage, stood the immovable figure of that self constituted sentinel. As Leicester presented himself, on the steps above, this man threw open the carriage door, but kept his face turned away, even from the half dying lamp-light. Leicester saw that he was expected to enter; but though bold, he was a cautious man, and for a moment held back with a hand upon his revolver. " Step in — step in, sir," said the man, who still held the door; " the rain will wet you to the skin." " Who wishes to see me? — what do yon desire?" said Leices- ter, with one foot on the steps. " I was informed that a lady waited. Is she within the carriage?" A faint exclamation broke from the carriage, as the sound of his voice penetrated there. 60 FASHION AND FAMINE, "Step in, sir, at once, if you would be-safel" was tlie stern answer. " I am always safe," was the hauglity reply, and Leicester touched his side pocket significantly. "Ton are safe here. Indeed, indeed you arel" cried a sweet and tremulous voice from the carriage. " In Heaven's name, step in, it is but a woman." He was ashamed of the hesitation that might have been misunderstood for cowardice, and sprang into the vehicle. The door was instantly closed ; another form sprang up through the darkness and placed itself by the driver. The carriage dashed off at a rapid pace, for, drenched in that pitiless rain, both horses and driver were impatient to be housed for the night. Within the carriage all was profound darkness. Leicester had placed himself in a corner of the back seat. He felt that some one was by his side shrinking back as if in terror or greatly agitated. It was a female, he knew by the rustling of a silk dress — by the quick respiration — by the sort of thriU that seemed to agitate the being so mysteriously brought in contact with him. His own sensations were strange and inexpUcable ; accus- tomed to adventure, and living in intrigue of one kind or another continually, he entered into this strange scene with absolute trepidation. The voice that had invited him into the carriage was so clear, so thrillingly plaintive, that it had stirred the very core of his heart like an old memory of youth, planted when that heart had not lost all feeling. He rode on then in silence, disturbed as he had not been for many a day, and full of confused thought. His hearing seemed unusually acute. Notwithstanding the rain that beat noisily on the roof, the grinding wheels, and loud, splashing tread of the horses, he could hear the unequal breath of his companion with startling distinctness. Nay, it seemed to him as if the very beating of a heart all m tumult reached his ear also : but it was not so. That which he fancied to be the voice of another soul, was a powerful intuition knockmg at his own heart. Leicester had not attempted to speak; his usual cool self-posaes- FASHION AND FAMINE. 61 Bion was lost. His andacious spirit seemed shamed down in that unknown presence. But this was not a state of things that could exist long with a man so bold and so unprincipled. After the carriage had dashed on, perhaps ten minutes, he thought how singular this silence must appear, and became ashamed of it. Even in the darkness he smiled in self derision ; a lady had called at his hotel — had taken him almost per force into her carriage — was he to sit there like a great school-boy, without one gallant word, or one effort to obtain a glimpse at the face of his captor ? He almost laughed as this thought of his late awkward confusion presented itself. All his audacity returned, and with a tone of half jeering gallantry he drew closer to the lady. " Sweet stranger," he said, " this seems a cold reception for your captive. If one consents to be taken prisoner on a stormy night like this, surely he may expect at least a civil word." He had drawn close to the lady, her hand lay in his cold as ice. Her breath floated over his cheek — ^that, too, seemed chilly, but familiar as the scent of a flower beloved in child- hood. There was something in the breath that brought that strange sensation to his heart again. He was silent — the gal- lant words seemed freezing in his throat. The hand clasped in his grew warmer, and began to tremble like a half frozen bird taking life from the hmuane bosom that has given it shelter. Again ho spoke, but the jeering tone had left his voice. He felt to his innermost soul that this was no common adventure, that the woman by his side had some deeper motive than idle romance or ephemeral passion for what she was doing. " Lady," he said, in a tone harmonious with gentle respect, " at least tell me why I am thus summoned forth. Let me hear that voice again, though in this darkness to see your face is impossible. It seemed to me that your voice was familiar. Is it so ? Have we ever met before ?" The lady turned her head, and it seemed that she made an effort to speak ; but a low murmur only met his ear, followccl by a sob, as if she was gasping for words. oa FASHION AND FAMINE. With the insidious tenderness which made this man so danger- ous, he threw his arm gently around the strangely agitated woman, not in a way to arouse her apprehensions had She been the most fastidious being on earth, but respectfully, as if he felt that she required support. She was trembling from head to foot. He uttered a few soothing words, and bending down, kissed her forehead. Then her head fell upon his shoulder, and she burst into a passion of tears. Her being seemed shaken to its very centre ; she murmured amid her tears soft words too low for him to hear. Her hand wove itself around his tighter and more passionately ^ she clang to -him like a deserted child restored to its mother's bosom. Libertine as he was, Leicester could not misunderstand the agitation that overwhelmed the stranger. It aroused all the sleeping romance — all the vivid imagination of his nature ; un- principled he certainly was, but not altogether without feeling. Surprise, gratified vanity, nay, some mysterious influence of which he was unaware, held the deep evil of his nature in abey- ance. Strange as this woman's conduct had been, wild, incom- prehensible aft it certainly was, he could not think entirely ill of her. He would have laughed at another man in his place, had he entertained a doubt of her utter worthlessness ; but there she lay against his heart, and spite of that, spite of a nature always ready to see the dark side of humanity, he could not force himself to treat her with disrespect. After all, there must have been some few sparks of goodness in that man's heart, or he could not so well have comprehended the better feelings of another. She lay thus weeping and passive, circled by his arm ; her tears seemed very sweet and blissful. Now and then she drew a deep, tremulous sigh, but no words were uttered. At length he broke the spell that controlled her with a question. "Will you not tell me now, why you came for me, and your name ? If not that, say where we have ever met before ?" She released herself gently from his arm at these words, and drew back to a corner of the seat. He had aroused her from the sweetest bliss ever known to a human heart. This one mo FASHION AND FAMINE. 63 ment of delusion was followed by a memory of who she was, and why she sought him, so bitter and sharp that it chilled her through and through. There was no danger that he could recognize her voice then, even if he had known it before. Nothing could be more faint and changed than the tone in which she answered — " In a little time you shall know all." He would have drawn her toward him again, but she resisted the effort with gentle decision ; and, completely lost in wonder, he waited the course this strange adventure might take. The horses stopped before some large building, but even the outline, was lost in that inky darkness ; something more gloomy and palpable than the air loomed before them^ and that was all Leicester could distinguish. He sat still and waited. The carriage door was opened on the side where the female sat, and some words passed between her and a person outside, but she leaned forward, and had her tones been louder, they would have been drowned by the rain dashing over the carriage. The man to whom she had spoken closed the door and seemed to mount a flight of steps. Then followed the sound of an opening door, and after that a gleam of light now and then broke through a chiuk in that black mass, up and up, till far over head it gleamed through the blinds of a window, revealing the casement and nothmg more. Again the carriage door was opened. The lady arose and was lifted out. Leicester followed, and without a word they both went through an iron gate and mounted the granite steps of a dwelling. The outer door stood open, and, taking his hand, she led him through the profound darkness of what appeared? to be a spacious vestibule. Then they ascended a flight of stairs winding up and up, as if confined within a tower ; a door was opened, and Leicester found himself in a small chamber, furnished after a fashion common to country villages in New England, but 80 unusual in a large city that it made him start. "We need not describe this chamber, for it is one with which the reader is already acquainted. The woman who now 64 FASHION AND FAMINE. stood upon the faded carpet, over which the rain dripped from her cloak, had visited it before that day. One thing seemed strange and out of keeping. A small lamp that stood upon the bureau was of silver, graceful in form, and ornamented with a wreath of flowers chased in frosted silver, and raised from the surface after a fashion peculiar to the best ar- tists of Europe. Leicester was a connoisseur in things of this kind, and his keen eye instantly detected the incongruity between this expensive article and the cheap adornments Of the room. " Some waiting maid or governess," he thought, with a sensa- tion of angry scorn, for Leicester was fastidious even in his vices. " Some waiting-maid or governess who has borrowed the lamp from her mistress' drawing-table ; faith I the affair is getting ridiculous I" When Leicester turned to look upon his companion, all the arrogant contempt which this thought had given to his face still remained there. But the lady could not have seen it distinctly; she had thrown off her cloak, and stood with her veil of black lace, so heavily embroidered that no feature could be recognized through it, grasped in her hand, as if reluctant to fling it aside. She evidently trembled from head to foot : and even through the heavy folds of her veil, he felt the thrilling intensity of the gaze she fixed upon him. The look of scornful disappointment left his face ; there was something imposing in the presence of this strange being that crushed his suspicions and his sneers at once. Enough oi per- sonal beauty was revealed in the superb proportions of her form to make him more anxious for a view of her face. He advanced to'vjard her eagerly, but still throwing an expression of tender respect into his look and manner. They stood face to face — she lifted her veil. He started, and a look of bewilderment came upon his face. Those features were familiar, so familiar that every nerve in his strong frame seemed to quiver under the partial recognition. She saw that he did not fully recognize her, and flinging away both shawl and bonnet, stood before him. FASHION AND FAMINE. 65 He knew her then 1 You could see it in the look of keen surprise — in the color as it crept from his lips — in the ashy pallor of his cheek. It was not often that this strong man was taken by surprise. His self-possession was marvellous at all times ; but now, even the lady herself did not seem more profoundly agi- tated. She was the first to speak. Her voice was clear and full of sweetness. "You know me, William ?" " Yesl" he said, after a brief struggle, and drawing a deep breath — "yes." She looked' at hun: her large eyes grew misty with tender- ness, and yet there was a proud reserve about her as if she waited for him to say more. She was keenly hurt that he answered her only with that brief "yes." " It is many years since we met," she said at length, and in a low voice. "Yes, many years," was his cold reply; "I thought you dead." "And mourned for me I Oh! Leicester, for the love of Heaven, say that I was mourned when you thought me deadl" Leicester smiled — oh, that cruel smile 1 It pierced that proud woman's heart like the sting of a venomous insect, she seemed withered by its influence. He was gratified, gratified that his smile could stiU make that haughty being cower and tremble. He was rapidly gaining command over himself. Quick in asso- ciation of ideas, even whOe he was smiling he had began to cal- culate. Selfish, haughty, cruel, with a heart fearful in the might of its passion, yet seldom gaining mastery" over nerves that seemed spun from steel, even at this trying moment he could reason and plan. That power seldom left him. With all Ms evil might, he was cautious. Is'ow he resolved to learn more, and deal warily as he learned. "And if I did mourn, of what avail was it, Ada?" He uttered the name on purpose, knowing that, unless she were marvellously changed, it would stir her heart to yield more cer- tain signs of his power. He was not mistaken. She moved a 66 FASHION AND FAMINE. step toward him as he uttered the name in the sweet, olden tone that slept ever in her heart. The tears swelled to her eyes — she half extended her arms. Again he was pleased. The chain of his power had not been severed. Years might have rusted but not broken it — thus he calculated, for he could reason now before that beautiful, passionate being, coldly as a mathematician in his closet. The dismay of her first presence disappeared with the moment. " Oh ! had I but known it 1 Had I but dreamed that you cared for me in the least!" cried the poor lady, falling into one of the hard chairs, and pressing a hand to her forehead. " What then, Ada.— what then?" He took her hand in his: she lifted her eyes — a flood of mournful tenderness clouded them. "Wuat then, William?" " Y ;s, what then? How would any knowledge of my feelings have affected your destiny?" "How? Did I not love — worship — idolize? Oh! Heavens, how I did love you, William!" Her hands were clasped passionately: a glorious light broke through the mist of her unshed tears. "But you abandoned me!" " Abandoned you — oh, William !" " Well, we will not recriminate — ^let us leave the past for » moment. It has not been so pleasant that we should wish to dwell upon it." " Pleasant ! oh 1 what a bitter, bitter past it has been to me!" "But the present. If you and I can talk of anything, it must be that. Where have you been so many years ?" " You know — you know — why ask the cruel question ?" she answered. " True, we were not to speak of the past." " And yet it must be before we part," she said, gently, " else how can we understand the present ?" FASHION AND FAMINE. 67 " True enough ; perhaps it is as well to swallow the dose at <9nce, as we shall probably never meet again." She cast upon him a wild upbraiding look. The speech was intended to wound her, and it did — that man was not content with making victims, he loved to tease and torture them. He sat down in one of the maple chairs, and drew it nearer to her. " Now," he said, " tell me all your history since we parted — your motive for coming here." She lifted her eyes to his, and smiled with mournful bitter- ness ; the task that she had imposed upon herself was a terri- ble one. She had resolved to open her heart, to tell the whole harrowing, mournful truth, but her copirage died in his pres- ence. She could not force her lips to speak all. He smiled ; the torture that she was suffering pleased him — for, as I have said, he loved to play with his victims, and the anguish of shame which she endured had something novel and exciting in it. For some time he would not aid her, even by a question, but he really wished to learn a portion of her history, for during the last three years he had lost all trace of her, and there might be something in the events of those three years to affect his interest. It was his policy, however, to appear igno- rant of all that had transpired. But she was silent ; her ideas seemed paralyzed. How many times she had fancied this meeting — with what eloquence she had pleaded to him — how plausible were the excuses that arose in her mind — and now where had they fled? The very power of speech seemed abandoning her. She almost longed for some taunting word, another cold sneer — at least they would have stung her into eloquence — ^but that dull, quiet silence chained up her faculties. She sat gazing on the floor, mute and pale ; and he remained in his seat coldly regarding her. At length the stillnes grew irksome to him. " I am waiting patiently, Ada; waiting to hear why you abati- doned your husband !" She started : her eye kindled, and the fiery blood flashed in- to her cheek. 68 FASHION AND FAMINE. " I did not abandon my husband. He left me." " For a journey, but for a journey I" was the calm reply. "Yes, such journeys as you had taken before, and with a like motive, leaving me young, penniless, beset with temptation, tor- tured with jealousy. On that very joraney you had a compan- ion." She looked at him as if eager even then, against her own positive knowledge, to hear a denial of her accusations ; but he only snuled, and murmured softly^ — " Yes, yes, I remember. It was a pleasant journey." " It drove me wild — I was not myself — suspicions, such sus- picions haunted me. I thought — I believed, nay, believe now that you wished me to go — that you longed to get rid of me — nay, that you encouraged — I cannot frame words for the thought even now. He had lent you money, Ig-rge sums — ^WilUam, William, in the name of Heaven, tell me that it was not for this I was left alone ia debt and helpless. Say that you did not yourself thrust me into that terrible temptation !" She laid her hand upon his arm and grasped it hard ; her eyes searched his to the soul. He smiled — ^her hand dropped — her countenance fell — -and oh ! such bitter disappoint- ment broke through her voice. " It has been the vulture preying on my heart ever since. A word would have torn it away, but you will not take the trouble even to deceive me. You smile, only smile 1" " I only smile at the absurdity of your suspicion." She looked up eagerly, but with doubt in her face. She panted to believe him, but lacked the necessary faith. " I asked Aim to deny this on his death-bed, and he could not I" " Then he is dead," was the quick rejoinder. "He is dead 1" " Yes, he is dead," she answered in a low voice. " And the daughter, his heiress ?" " She too is dead 1" He longed to ask another question. His eyes absolutely gleamed with eagerness, but his self-control was wonderful. A direct question might expose the unutterable meanness of his I'ASHION AND FAMINE, 69 aope. He must obtain what he panted to know by circuitous means. " And you staid by him to the last?" Slie turned upon him a sharp and penetrating look. He felt the wliole force of her glance, and assumed an expression w ell calculated to deceive a much less excitable observer. "I thought,'' he said, "that you had been living in retire- ment. That you left the- noble villain without public disgrace. It was a great satisfaction for me to know this." " I did leave him. I did live in retirement, toiled for my own bread ; by wrestling with poverty I strove to win back some portion of content." " Yet you were with him when he died 1" " It was a mournful death-bed — he sent for me, and I went. Oh I it was a mournful death-bed 1" Tears rolled down her cheeks; she covered her face with both hands. "I had been the governess of his daughter — ^lier nurse in the last sickness." "And you lived apart, alone — you and this daughter." " She died in Florence. We were alone. She was sent home for burial." "And to be a governess to this young lady you abandoned your own child — only to be governess. Can you say to me, Ada, that it was only to be a governess to this young lady?" There was feeling in his voice, something of stern dignity — perhaps at the moment he did feel — she thought so, and it gave her hope. She had not removed her hands ; they still covered her face, and a faint murmur only broke through the fingers — oh I what cowards sin makes of us 1 That poor woman dared not teU the truth — she shrunk from uttering a positive falsehood, hence the humiliating murmur that stole from her pallid Kps — the sicken- ing shudder that ran through her frame. " You do not answer," said the husband, for Leicester was her husband — " you do not answer." 70 FASHION AND FAMINE She had gathered courage enough to utter the falsehood, and dropping her hands, replied in a firm voice, disagreeably firm, for the lie cost her proud spirit a terrible effort, and she could not utter it naturally as he would have done. " Yes, I can answer. It was to be the young lady's gov- erness that I went — only to be her governess 1 — penniless, aban- doned, what else could I do ?" He did not believe her. In his soul he inew that she was not speaking the truth ; but there was something yet to learn, and in the end it might be policy to feign a belief which he could not feel. " So after wasting youth and talent on his daughter — ^paling your beauty over her death-bed and his — ^this pitiful man could leave you to poverty and toil. Did he expect that I would receive you again after that suspicious desertion ?" " No, no. The wild thought was mine — ^you once loved me, William !" The tears were swelling in her eyes again ; few men could have resisted the look of those eyes, the sweet pleading of her voice — ^for the contrast with her usual imperious pride had something very touching in it. " You were very beautiful then," he said — " very beautiful." "And am I so much changed ?" she answered, with a smile of gentle sweetness. In his secret heart he thought the splendid creature hand- somer than ever. If the freshness of youth was gone, there was grace, maturity, intellect, everything requisite to the perfection of womanhood, in exchange for the one lost attraction. It was a part of Leicester's policy to please her until he had mastered all the facts of her position ; so he spoke for once sin- cerely, and in the rich tones that he knew so well how to modu- late, he told how superbly her beauty had ripened with time. She blushed like a girl. He could feel even that her hand was glowing with the exquisite pleasure given by his praise. But he had a point to gain — all her loveliness was nothing to him, unlesa it could be made subservient to his interest. Wh%t was FASHION AND FAMINE. 71 hor present condition 1 — had she obtained wealth abroad ? — or could she insanely fancy that he would receive her penniless ? This was the point that he wished to arrive at, but so far she had evaded it as if unconsciously. He looked around the room, hoping to draw some conclusion by the objects it contained. The scrutiny was followed by a faint start of surprise ; the hard carpet, the bureau, the bed, all were familiar. They had been the little " setting out" that his wife had received from her parents in New England. How came they there, so well kept, so neatly arranged in that high chamber 1 W^s she a governess in some wealthy house- hold, furnishing her own room with the humble articles that had once been their own household goods ? He glanced at her dress. It was simple and entirely without ornament ; this only strengthened the conclusion to which he was fast arriving. ] ie re- membered the marble vestibule through which they had reached the staircase, the caution used in admitting him to the house. The hackney-coach, everything gave proof that she would be an incumbrance to him. She saw that he was regarding the patch- work quilt that covered the bed ; the tears began to fall from her eyes. "Do you remember, William, we used it first when our dar- ling was a baby ? Have you ever seen her since — since ?" He dropped her hand and stood up. His whole manner changed. " Do not mention her, wretched, unnatural mother— is she not impoverished, abandoned ? Can you make atonement for this?" " No, no, I never hoped it — I feel keenly as you can how im- possible it is. Oh, that I had the power !" These words were enough ; he had arrived at the certainty that she was penniless. " Now let this scene have an end. It can do no good for us to meet again, or to dwell upon things that are unchangeable. You have sought this interview, and it is over. It must aevet be repeated." 72 FASHIONANDFAMINE. She started up and gazed at him in wild surprise. "Ton do not mean it," she faltered, making an effort to smile away her terror — " your looks but a moment since — yonr words. Ton have not so trifled with me, "William 1" He was gone — she followed him to the door — her Toice died away — she staggered back with a faint wail, and fell senseless across the bed. CHAPTER V. MISTRESS AND SERVANT. With hate in every burning thought, There, shrouded in the midnight gloom. While every pulse its anguish brought. He guarded still that attic room. Jacob stood upon the steps of that tall mansion, till his mis- tress disappeared in the darkness that fiUed it. His eyes fol- lowed her with an intense gaze, as if the fire smouldering at his heart could empower his vision to penetrate the black night that seemed to eugulf her, together with the man to whose hand she was clinging. The rain was pouring around him. The winds sweeping through the drops, lulled a little, but were still violent. He stood motionless in the midst, allowing both raiu and wind to beat against him without a thought. He was list- ening for another sound of their footsteps, from the marble floor, and seemed paralyzed upon the great stone flags, over which the water was dripping. The carriage wheels grinding upon the pavement, as the coach- man attempted to turn his vehicle, aroused Jacob from his ab- straction. He turned, and running down the steps, caught one of the horses by the bit. " Not yet — you will be wanted again 1" he shouted. " Wanted or not, I am going home," answered the driver FASHION AND FAMINE. 73 grufidy ; " as for sitting before any lady's door on a night like this, nobody knows how long — I won't, and wouldn't for twice the money you'll pay me." Jacob backed the horses, till one of the carriage wheels struck the curbstone. " There," he said resolutely, " get inside if you are afraid of the rain ; but as for driving away, that's out of the question 1" " We'U see, that's all," shouted the driTer, giving his dripping reins a shake. " Stop,", said Jacob, springing up on one of the fore-wheels, and thrusting a silver dollar into the man's hand. " This is for yourself beside the regular pay I Will that satisfy you for now waiting ?" " I shouldn't wonder," answered the man, with a broad grin, thrusting the coin into the depths of a pocket that seemed unfathomable, " that's an argument to reconcile one to cold water : because, do you mind, there's a prospect of something stronger after it. Hallo, what are you about there ?" " Only looking to the lamp," answered Jacob, holding the little glass door open as he spoke. " But it's out !" " So it is 1" answered Jacob, dismounting from the wheel. " And what's worse, there isn't a lamp left burning in the neighborhood to light up by 1" muttered the driver, peering dis- contentedly into the darkness. " Exactly !" was the terse rejoinder. " I shall break my neck, and smash the carriage." " Keep cool — keep cool," said Jacob, " and when we get safely back to the Astor, there'll be another dollar to pay for the mending — do you hear ?" ' "Of course I do !" answered the man, with a chuckle, and gathering himself up in his overcoat like a turtle in its shell, he cowered down in his seat quite contented to be drenched at that price to any possible extent. Relieved from all anxiety regarding the carriage, Jacob fell back into the state from which this little coutention had, for 4 74 FASHION AND FAMINE. the moment, diverted him. He looked upward — far in a gable overhead a single beam of light quivered and broke amid the rain-drops — it entered his heart like a poignard. What was he saying to her ? — was he harsh ? — or worse, oh, a thousand times worse, could that light be gleaming upon their recouciliatiou ? Jacob writhed with the thought ; he tried to be calm ; to quench the fire that broke up from the depths of his heart. His nature strong, and but slowly excited, grew ungov- ernable when fully aroused. Never till that hour had his imagi- nation been so glowing, so terribly awake. A thousand fears flashed athwart his usually cool brain. Alone, in that great, silent house, with a man like Leicester, was she safe ? — his mis- tress — was she ? This thought — the latest and least selfish — goaded him to action. He strode hurriedly up the steps, crossed the vestibule and groped his way up through the darkness till he reached the attic. A single ray of light penetrating a key-hole, guided him to the door of that singular chamber. He drew close and listened, unconscious of the act, for his anxiety had become intense, and Jacob thought of no forms then. The rain beating upon the roof overpowered all other sounds ; but now and then a murmur reached his ear, broken, but familiar as the pulses of his own heart. This was followed by tones that brought his teeth sharply together. They might be mellowed by distance, but to him they seemed soft and persuasive to a degree of fascination. He could not endure them ; they glided through his heart like serpents distilling poison from every coil. He laid his hand upon the latch, hesitated, and turning away, crept through the darkness, ashamed of what he had done. He an eaves-dropper, and with her, his mistress 1 He paused on the top of the winding staircase beyond ear-shot, but with his eyes * fixed upon that ray of light, humbled and crushed in spirit, for he had awoke as from a dream, and found himself listening. There the poor man sat down pale and faint with self-reproach. Poor Jacob ; his punishment was terrible ! Minute after minute crept by, and each second seemed an hour. Some- FASHION AND FAMINE. 75 times he sat with both hands clasped over his face, and both knees pressed hard by his elbows. Then he would stand up in the darkness quiet as a statue ; not a murmur could possibly reach his ear from the room. Still he held his breath, and bent forward like one listening. Cruel anxiety forced the posi- tion upon him, but it could not impel him one step nearer the door. He was standing thus, bending forward with his eyes, as it were, devouring the little gleam of light that fell so tranquilly through the key-hole, when the door was suddenly opened and Leicester came out. With the abrupt burst of light rushed a cry, wild and quivering with anguish. Jacob sprang forward, seized Leicester by the arm, and after one or two fruitless efforts — for every word choked him as it rose — he said — " Have you killed her? Is it murder ?" "A fit of hysterics, friend, nothing more 1" was the cool reply. Jacob strode into the chamber. His mistress lay prone upon the bed, her face pale as death, and a faint convulsion stirring her limbs. He bent over her, and gently put the hair back from her temples with his great, awkward hand. " She is not dead, nor hurt 1" he murmured, and though his face expressed profound compassion, a gleam of wild joy broke through it all. " His scorn has wounded her, not his hand." Still the poor lady remained insensible. There was a faint quivering of the eyelids, but no other appearance of life. Jacob looked around for some means of restoration, but none were there. He flung up the window, and dashing open a shutter, held out his palm. It was soon full of water-drops, and with these he bathed her forehead and her pale mouth, while a gust of rain swept through the open sash. This aroused her ; a shud- der crept through her limbs, and her eyes opened. Jacob was bending over her tenderly, as a mother watches her child, ghe saw who it was, and rising feebly to her elbow, put him 76 FASHION AND FAMINE. back with one hand, while her eyes wandered eagerly around the room. "Where — where is he?" she questioned; "oh, Jacob, call him back." " No !" answered the servant, firmly, notwithstanding that his voice shook — " no, I will not call him back ! To-morrow you would not thank me for doing it !" She turned her head upon the pillow, and closing her eyes, murmured — " Leave me then — leave me !" Jacob closed the window, and folding the quilt softly over her, went out. He had half descended the coU of steps, when a voice from below arrested his attention. " Here yet !" he muttered, springing down into the darkness, and like a wild beast guided by the instinct of his passion, he seized Leicester by the arm. " Softly, softly, friend," exclaimed that gentleman, with a low calm intonation, though one hand was upon his revolver all the time. " Oblige me by relaxing your hand just the least in the world ; my arm is tender as a lady's, and your fingers seem made of iron." " We grasp rattlesnakes hard when we do touch them,' muttered Jacob, fiercely, " and close to the throat, it strangles back the poison." " Never touch a rattlesnake at all, friend, it is a desperate business, I assure you ; they are beautiful reptiles, but rather dangerous to play with. Oh, I am glad that your fingers relax, it would have been unpleasant to shoot a fellow creature here in the dark, and with a gentle lady close by." " Would it V muttered Jacob, between his teeth. The answer was a light laugh, that sounded strangely in that silent dwelling. " Your hand once more, friend ; after all, this darkness makes me quite dependent on your guidance," said the voice again. There was a fierce struggle in Jacob's bosom ; but at last hia FASHION AND FAMINE 77 hand was stretched forth and clasped with the soft, white fingers, whose bare touch filled his soul with loathing. " This way — I will lead you safely 1" " Why, how you tremble, friend — not with fear, I hope." "No, with hate !" were the words that sprang to the honest _ lips of Jacob Strong ; but he conquered the impulse to utter them, and only answered — " I'm not afraid 1" " Faith, but it requires courage to grope one's way through all this darkness — every step puts our necks in danger." Jacob made no observation ; he had reached the lower hall, and moved rapidly across the tessellated floor toward the front entrance. The moment they gained the open air, Jacob wrenched his hand from the other's grasp, and hurrying down the steps, opened the carriage door. The rain prevented any further questioning on the part of Leicester, and he took hia seat in silence. Jacob climbed up to the driver's seat, and took possession of the reins. Tlie man submitted quietly, glad to gather himself closer in his overcoat. A single crack of the whip, and off went the dripping horses, plunging furiously onward through the darkness, winding round whole blocks of buildings, doubling corners, and crossing one street half a dozen times, till it would have puzzled a man in broad daylight to guess where he was going, or whence he came; At length the carriage dashed into Broadway, and downward to the Astor House. The coachman kept his seat, and Jacob once more let down the carriage steps. The drive had given him time for delibera- tion. He was no longer a slave to the rage that an hour before seemed to overpower his strength — ^rage that had chang- ed his voice, and even his usual habits of language. " Come in — come in 1" said Leicester, as he ran up the steps " I wish to ask a question or two." Jacob made no answer, but followed in a heavy indifferent manner. All his faculties were now under control, and he was prepared to act any part that might present itself. Leicester paused in the lobby, and turning round, cast a 78 FASHION AND FAMINE. glance over Jacob's person. It was tlie first time he had ob- tained a full view of those harsh features. Leicester was per- plexed. Was this the man who had guided him through the dark passages of the mansion-house, or was it only the coach- man ? The profound darkness had prevented him seeing that another person occupied the driver's seat when he left the car- riage ; and Jacob's air was so hke a brother of the whip, that it puzzled even hiS' acute penetration. The voice — Lei- cester had a faultless ear, and was certain that in the speech he should detect the man. He spoke, therefore, in a quiet, com- mon way, and took out his purse. " How much am I to pay you, my fine fellow?" " What you please. The lady paid, but then it's a wet night, and " " Yes, yes, will that do ?" cried Leicester, drawing forth a piece of silver. The voice satisfied him that it was the coach- man only. The former tone had been quick, peremptory, and inspired with passion ; now it was calm, drawling, and marked with something of a Down-East twang. Nothing could have been more unlike than that voice then, and an hour before. Jacob took the money, and moving toward the light, exam- ined it closely. " Thank you, sir ; I suppose it's a genuine half dollar," he said, turning away with the business-hke air he had so well as- sumed. Leicester laughed — " Of course it is — but stop a moment, and tell me — ^if it is within the limits of your geographical knowledge — where I have been travelling to night ?" " Sir 1" answered Jacob, turning back with a perplexed look. " Where have I been ? What number and street was it to which you drove me ?" " The street. Wal, I reckon it was nigh upon Twenty- Eighth street, sir." "And the number ?" " It isn't numbered just there, sir, I believe." FASHION AND FAMINE. 79 " But you know the house ?" " Yes, sir, that is, I suppose I know it. The man told me when to stop, so I didn't look particularly myself." " The man, what was he, a servant or a gentleman ?" " Now raly, sir, in a country where all are free and equal, it is dreadful difficult to tell which is which sometimes. He act- ed like a hired man to the lady, and like a gentleman to me, that is in the way of renunciation 1" " Renunciation — remuneration, you mean 1" " Wal, yes, maby I do 1" answered Jacob, shaking the rain from his hat, " one word is jest as good as t'other, I calculate, so long as both on 'em are about the same length." " So you could find the house again ?" persisted Leicester, intent upon gaining some information regarding his late adven- ture. " Wal, I guess so." " Very well — come here to-morrow, and I wiU employ you again." " Thank you, sir I" " Stop a moment, leave me your card — the number of your hack, and " A look of profound horror came over Jacob's face. " Cards, sir, I never touched the things in my hull life." Leicester laughed. " I mean the tickets you give to travellers, that they may know where to get a carriage." Jacob began to search his pockels•^vith great fervor, but in vain, as the reader may well suppose. " Wal, now, did you ever — I hain't got the least sign of one about me." " No matter, tell me your number, that will do !" The first combination of figures that entered Jacob's head, was given with a quiet simplicity that left no suspicion of their truthfulness. " Very well — come to-morrow, say at two o'clock." Jacob made an awkward bow. In truth, with tis loose 80 FASHION AND FAMINE. joints and ungainly figure, this was never a rery difficult exploit. " A minute more. Should you know that lady again ?" "Should I know her !" almost broke from Jacob's lips; but he forced back the exclamation, and though his frame trem- bled at the mention of his mistress, he answered naturally as before. " Wal, it was dark, but I guess that face ain't one to forget easy." "You may be sent for again, perhaps, by the same person." " Jest as Kkely as not 1" " You seem a shrewd, sensible fellow, friend !" "Wal, yes, our, folks used to say I was a cute chap." " And pick up a little information about almost everybody, I dare say 1" " Sartainly, I am generally considered purty wide awake 1" " Very well, just keep an eye on this lady — make a little inquiry in the shops and groceries about the neighborhood — I should like to learn more about her. You understand !" Jacob nodded his head. " You shall be well paid for the trouble — ^remember that I" "Jest so I" was the composed answer. "Very well, call to-morrow — the man will bring you to my rooms,'' said Leicester, turning away. " I will," muttered Jacob, in a voice so changed, that Lei- cester's suspicions must have returned, had it reached his ear. The next moment the fictitious driver came rushing down the Astor House steps. He dashed the silver impetuously upon the pavement, and plunged into the carriage. " Drive up the Fifth avenue, tUl I tell you to stop and let me out," he shouted to the coachman ; then sinking back in the seat and knitting his great hands hard together, he muttered through his teeth — " the villain 1 — oh the villain, how cool, how etarnally cool he was 1" FASHION AMD PAMIWE. 81 CHAPTER VI. THE TEMPTER AND THE TEMPTED, The serpent, colled wltbln the grass, With open jaw and eager eyes, Watches the careless wild bird pass, And lures him from his native skies. Leicester went to his room liumming a tune as he moved along ^he passages. Soft and low the murmurs fell from hia lips, like the suppressed cooing of a bird. Now and then he paused to brush the moisture from, his coat. Once he fell into thought, and stood for more than a minute with his eyes bent upon the floor. One of those lone wanderers in hotels, that sit up to help off early travellers, happened to pass just then, and interrupted his reverie. "Oh, is it you Jim,'' said Leicester, starting, " I hope there is a fire still in my room." " Yes, sir, I just looked in to see if the young gentleman was comfortable," answered the man. " What young gentleman, Jim ?" " Why, one that called just after you went out, sir. I told him you left no word, and might be in any minute, so he has been waiting ever since." This information seemed to disturb Leicester, but he checked a visible impulse to speak again, and moved on. Leicester found in his chamber a young man, or rather lad, for the intruder did not seem to be more than nineteen. His complexion was fair as an infant's, and silky as an infant's were the masses of chestnut curls, rich with a tinge of gold, that lay upon his white forehead. The boy was sound asleep in the large, easy chair. One cheek lay against the crimson dressing- gown, which Leicester had flung across the back of this chair on going out. The other was warmed to a rich rose tint by the heat. His lips, red and lustrous as over-ripe cherries, were 4» 82 FASHION AND FAMINE. just parted, till the faintest gleam of Ms teeth became visible. The lad was tall for his age, and erery limb was rounded almoBt to a tone of feminine symmetry. His hands, snowy, somewhat large, and dimpled at the joints, lay on his chest in- dolently, as if they had been clasped and were falling apart in his slumber, while each elbow fell against, rather than rested upon the arms of his seat. An air of voluptuous quiet hung" about the boy. Wine gleam- ed redly in the half filled glasses, fragments of Leicester's sup- per were scattered about, and all the rich tints that filled the room floated around him, like the atmosphere in a warmly toned pic- ture. Leicester observed this, as he entered the room, and, with the feelings of an artist, changed one of the candles, that its beams might fall more directly on the boy's face, and fling a deeper shadow in the background. The deep, sweet slumber of youth possessed the boy, and even the increased light did not arouse him ; he only stretched him- self more indolently, and, while one of his hands fell down, began to breathe deep and freely again. The motion loosened several folds of the dressing-gown, adding a more picturesque effect to the position. Leicester smiled, and leaning against the mantel-piece, began to study the effect quietly ; for he was one of those men whose refinement in selfishness, forbade the abridgment of a pleasur- able sensation, however ill-timed it might be. The boy smiled in his sleep. He was evidently dreaming, and the glow that spread over his cheek grew richer, as if the slumbering thought was a joyous one. Leicester's brow darkened. Tliere was something in that soft sleep, in the warm smile, that seemed to awake memories of his own youth. He gazed on, but his eye grew vicious in its ex- pression, as if he were beginning to loathe the youth for the inno- cence of his look. Again the boy moved and muttered in his sleep — something about a picture ; Leicester heard it, and laugh- ed softly. At another time, Leicester would not have hesitated to arouse FASHION AN D F A M I N E . 83 the youth, for it was deep in the night, and he was not one to break his own rest for the convenience of another ; but he had been greatly excited, notwithstanding that cool exterior. Old memories were stirred up in his heart — pure as some memories of youth ever must be, even though breaking through a nature vile as his — ^like water-lilies dragged up from the depths of a dark pool. Those memories disturbed the very dregs of his heart, and when thus disturbed, some pure waters gushed up, mingled with much that was black and bitter. He had no in- clination for sleep, none for solitude, and with his whole being thus aroused, anything which promised to occupy thought, with- out touching upon feeling, was a relief It would not do. The exquisite taste, the intense love of artistical effect that brightened his nature, could not long rob his spirit of those thoughts that found in everything a stimulus In vain he strove to confine himself to simple admiration, as he gazed upon each new posture assumed by the sleeping boy. His own youth rose before him in the presence of youth asleep. He made a powerful effort at self-control. He said to his thought, so far shalt thou go and no farther. But the light which gleamed across the throat of that sleeping boy, exposed by the low col- lar and simple black ribbon, was something far more intense than the beams of a waxen candle. Spite of himself, it illu- minated the many dark places in his own soul, and forced him to see that which existed there. Thus he fell into a reverie, dark and sombre, from which ho awoke at length with a profound sigh. The boy stUl smiled in his sleep. Leicester could no longer endure this blooming hu- man life, so close to him, and yet so unconscious. He laid hia hand on the youth's shoulder and aroused him. " Robert I" "Ha I Mr. Leicester — is it you?" cried the boy starting up and opening a pair of large gray eyes to their fullest extent. — " Really, I must have been asleep in your chair, and dreaming too. It was not the wine, upon my honor. I only drank half a glass." 84 FASHION AND FAMINE. " And so you were dreaming ?" said Leicester, with a sort of chilly sadness. " The vision seemed a very pleasant one 1" The lad glanced at the miniature on the mantel-piece, and his eyes flashed under their long lashes. " The last object I saw was that," he said. "It haunted me, I suppose." " You think it pretty, then ?" was the quiet rejoinder. "Pretty 1 beautiful I I dreamed ^he was with me in one of those far off isles of the ocean, which Tom Moore talks about. Such fruit, ripe, luscious, and bursting with fragrance — flowers moist with dew, and fairly dripping with sunshine — ^grass upon the banks softer than moss, and greener than emerald — water so pure, leaping " " It was a pleasant dream, no doubt," said Leicester, quietly interrupting the lad. " Pleasant — it was Heavenly. That lovely creature, so bright, so " " Do you know how late it is ?" said Leicester, seating himself in the easy chair, and bringing the boy down from Ms fancies with the most ruthless coldness. " No, really. I had been waiting some time, that is certain. Then the dream — but one never guesses at the length of time when " " It is near one o'clock !" " And you are sleepy — wish me away — well, good bye then I" "No ; but I wish to talk of something beside childish vis- ions I" . " Childish !" The boy's cheek reddened. " "Well, youthful, then ; that is the term, I believe. Now tell me what you have been doing. How do you like the counting- house ?" " Oh, very well. I'm sure it seems impossible to thank you enough for getting me in." " Has the firm raised your salary yet 1" " No — I have not ventured to mention it." " You have won confidence, I trust " FASHION AND FAMINE. 85 "I have tried my best to deserve it," answered tlie boy mod- estly. Leicester frowned. The frank honesty of this speech seemed to displease him. " They are beginning to trust you in things of importance — with the banli business, perlTaps ?" " Yes, "sometimes 1" " That looks very well, and your writing — I hope you have attended to the lessons I gave you. Without faultless penman- ship, a clerk is always at disadvantage." "I think you will not be displeased with my progress, sir." " I am glad of it. It would grieve me, Robert, should you fall short in anything, after the recommendation I procured for your employers." " I never will, sir, depend upon it — I never will if study and hard work will sustain me," answered the youth, earnestly. " I do not doubt it. Now tell me about your companions, your amusements." " Amusements, sir, how can I afford them ?" " Certainly the salary is too small 1" " I did not complain. In fact, I suppose it is large enough for the services 1" " Still you work all the time ?" " Of course I do I" " And those who receive twice — nay, three times your salary do no more." " That is true," answered the boy, thoughtfully, " but then I e.m so young 1" " But you have more abilities than many of those above you who are far better paid." " Do you think so — really think so, Mr. Leicester ?" said the youth, blushing with honest pleasure. " I never say what I do not think 1" answered the crafty man with quiet dignity, and keeping his eyes fixed upon the boy, for he was reading every impulse of that warm young heart. " You have abilities of a high order, industry, talent, everything 86 FASHION AND FAMINE. requisite for success — ^but remember, Robert, the reward for tliose qualities comes slowly as society is regulated, and sometizaes uever comes at all. The rich blockhead often runs far in ad- vance of the poor genius." The youth looked grave. A spirit of discontent was creeping into his heart. " I thought that with integrity and close appli- cation, I should be sure to succeed like others," he said, " but I suppose poverty will stand in the way. Strange that I did not see that before." "See what, Robert?" " Why, that starting poor I am only the more likely to be kept in poverty. I remember now one of our clerks, no older than I am, was promoted only last week. His father was a rich man, and it was whispered that he would sometime be a junior partner in the concern." " You see, then, what money can do." "Well, after all, my good old aunt has money, more than people imagine, I dare say 1" cried the boy, brightening up. "What, the old lady in the market ? Take my advice, Rob- ert, and never mention her." " And why not ?" questioned the boy " Because selling turnips and cabbage sprouts might not be considered the most aristocratic way of making money among your fellow clerks." The boy changed countenance ; his eye kindled and his lip began to curve. " I shall never be ashamed of my aunt, sir. She is a good, generous woman " " No doubt, no doubK Go and proclaim her good qualities among your companions, and see the result. For my part, I think the state of society which makes any honest occupation a cause of reproach, is to be condemned by all honorable men. But you and I, Robert, cannot hope to change the present order of things, and without the power to remedy we have only to submit.- So take my advice and never talk of that fine old hackster-woman among your fellow clerks." FASHION AND FAMINE. 87 Robert was silent. He stood gazing upon the floor, his cheeks hot with wounded feeling, and his eyes half full of tears. When he spoke again there was trouble in his voice. '• Thank you for the advice, Mr. Leicester, though I must say it seems rather cold-hearted. I will go now ; excuse me for keeping you up so late." " You need not go on that account," said Leicester, " I am not certain of going to sleep at all before morning 1" " And I," said Robert, with a faint smile, " somehow this conversation makes me restless. That sweet dream from which you aroused me, will not be likely to come back again to- night I" Robert glanced at the miniature as he spoke, and a glow of admiration kindled the mist still hanging about his eyes. " Perhaps," said Leicester, quietly, and with his keen glance fixed upon the boy, " perhaps I may introduce you to her some day." " To her," cried the youth. " Alive! is there any being like that alive ?" His face was in a glow, and a bright smile flashed over it. Nothing could have been more beautiful than the boy that moment. Leicester regarded him with a faint smile. Like a chemist, he was experimenting upon the beautiful nature before him, and like a chemist he watched the slow, subtle poison that he had administered. " Alive and breathing, Robert ; the picture does not quite equal her in some things. It is a little too sad. The quick sparkle of her more joyous look no artist can embody. But you shall see her." " I shall see her," muttered Robert, turning his eyes from the miniature. " What if my dream were to prove correct ?" " What — the lone island, the liowers, the magical fruit I" said Leicester with a soft laugh that had a mocking tone in it. " That was not all my dream. It seemed to me that she 88 FASHION AND FAMINE. was in trouble, and in all her beauty and her grief, became my guardian angel." "You could not select anything more lovely for the office, I assure you," answered Leicester. "She must be good as she is beautiful," answered the boy, turning an earnest glance on his companion ; for without know- ing it, his sensitive nature had been stung by the sarcasm lurk- ing beneath the soft tones in which 'Leicester had spoken. "At your age, all women are angels," was the rejoinder. "And at yours, what are they then?" questioned the lad. "Women!" answered Leicester with a scornful curve of the lip, and a depth of sarcasm in his voice, that made the youth shrink. The arch hypocrite saw the impression his unguarded bitter- ness had made, and added, "but this one really is an angel. I may not admire her as much as you would, Robert, but she is an exquisite creature, timid as a young fawn, delicate as a flower!" " I was sure of it 1" exclaimed Robert with enthusiasm, for this frank praise had obliterated all impression made by the sarcasm in Leicester's voice. " And now," said Leicester taking his hat from the table, " as you seem quite awake, and as I positively cannot sleep, what if we take a stroll 1" "Where could we go at this time of night ?" said Robert, surprised by the proposition. " I have a great fancy to let you see the inside of a gambling house for once," was the quiet reply. " A gambling house ? Oh, Mr. Leicester !" "I have often thought," said Leicester, as if speaking to himself, "that the best way of curing that ardent curiosity with which youth always regards the unseen, is to expose evil at once, in all its glare and iniquity. The gambling house is sometimes a fine moral school. Robert, have you never heard grave men assert as much ?" Robert did not answer, but a cloud settled on his white fore- FASHION AND FAMINE. 89 head, and taking his cap from Leicester, who held it toward him, he began to crush it nervously with his hand. " The storm is over, I believe," observed Leicester, without seeming to observe his agitation. " Come, we shall be in time for the excitement when it is most revolting." Robert grew pale and shrunk back. " Not with me ?" cried Leicester, turning his eyes full upon the boy with a look of overwhelming reproach, " are you afraid to go with me, Robert ?" " No. I will go anywhere with you ?" answered the youth, almost with a sob, for that look of reproach from his benefactor wounded him to the heart. " I will go anywhere with you 1" And he went; CHAPTER VII. THE OLD HOMESTEAD. There was not abouther birth-place, A thicket, or a flower, But childish game, or friendly face, Had given it a power To haunt her in her after life, And be to her again, A sweet and bitter memory Of mingled joy and pain. It was a wild and lovely spot in the heart of Maine, a state where the rural and the picturesque are more beautifully blen- ded than can be found elsewhere upon the face of the earth. The portion we speak of is broken, and torn up, as it were, by undulating ridges of the White Mountains, that seem to cast their huge shadows half over the state. The valleys are bright with a wealth of foliage, which, in the brief summer time, is of a deeper and richer green than ever was found elsewhere on this side the Atlantic. Hills, some of them bold and black with naked 90 FASHION AND FAMINE. i-ocks, others clothed down the side with soft waving ridges of cultivation, loomed over fields of Indian corn, with buckwheat, all in a sea of snowy blossoms. Patches of earth newly ploughed for the next year's crop, blended their brown tints with moun- tain slopes, rich vrith rye and oats. Wild, deep lakes, sleeping in their green basins among the hills ; mountain streams plunging downward, and threading the dark rocks together as with a thousand diamond chains closely entangled and struggling to get free, shed brightness and music among these 'hills ; and the Androscoggin, gliding calmly on, winding through the hills, and rolling softly beneath the willows that here and there give its banks a park-like beauty, and a thousand broken hollows — sheltered and secluded nooks of cultivated ground, sometimes containing a single farm, sometimes a small village ; such is the country, and such are the scenes to which our story tends. In one spot the mountainous banks loomed close and dark over the river ; but there was a considerable depth of rich soil among the rocks, and thrifty trees crowded the poverty-stricken yellow pine up to the very summit of each beautiful acclivity ; for half a mile the shadows of this rough bank fell nearly across the river, but all at once it parted as if some earthquake had torn it, centuries before, and there lay a little yalky opening upon the stream, walled on one hand by an abrupt precipice, and on the other by a steep and broken hill, its crevices choked up by wild grape-vines, mosses, and every species of forest tree that can be found among the high grounds of Maine. This littlo valley was perhaps half a mile in width, and cut back into the mountains twice that distance. From thence the highway wound up the broken bank, and was lost sight of among the pine trees bristling along the horizon. The river was broad at this point, as a rich flat of groves and meadow land lay on the opposite side. This was threaded by a turnpike, connected with the road we have mentioned by a ferry-boat, or rather ancient scow, in which two old men of the neighborhood picked up a tolerable subsistence. A few weeks after the events already related in the course FASHION AND FAMINE. 91 of our story, a plain, one-horse chaise came slowly along the highway, £Kid bent its course toward the ferry. The scow had been hauled up beneath a clump of wQlows, and two old men Bat in the shade, waiting for customers. They saw the chaise, and instantly sprang to work, pushing the scow out into the stream, and bringing it up with a clumsy sweep against the carriage track. The chaise contained two persons ; one was a female, m a neat, unostentatious travelling dress, and with her face partially concealed by a green veil. The old men had never travelled far beyond the river which afforded them support, but there was something in th6 air and general appearance of the lady, which aroused them to an unusual degree of curiosity. The man, too — there was much in his air and dress to attract observation ; a degree of rustic awkwardness, mingled with self-confidence and a sort of rude strength, that struck the old men as unnatural and foreign. The chaise was soon recognized as belonging to the landlord in a neighboring village ; but the two persons who rode in it puzzled them exceedingly. The man in the chaise drove at once into the scow, and, stepping out, he took his horse by the bit. "Now move on!" he said, addressing the old men with the air of one who understood the place and its customs. " If the horse stands steady, I will lend a hand directly." " Oh, he's steady enough ; we've rowed the critter across here more than once ; he ain't shiey, that horse ain't," answered one of the men, ready to open a conversation on any subject. " That may be, but I'll hold him just now and see how he stands the water." There was nothing in this to open a fresh vein of conversa- tion ; so, taking up their poles, the two old men pushed their lumbering craft into the river, casting now and then a furtive glance at the lady, who had drawn her veU aside, and sat with her eyes fixed on the opposite shore, apparently unmindful of their scrutiny. " Purty, ain't she ?" whispered one of the men. 92 FASHION A]VO FAMINE, The other nodded his head. " A sort of nat'ral look about her," continued the man, drawing back, as if to give a fresh plunge with his pole. " Just so," was the rejoinder. The lady, who had, up to this time, kept her eyes eagerly bent on the little village to which they seemed creeping over the water, suddenly addressed them — " There are three houses in the valley now — ^that nearest the water, to whom does it belong ?" "That, ma'am! oh, that's the new tavern; the sign isn't so well seen when the leaves are out, yet if you look close, it's swinging to that ar willow agin the- house The lady cast a glance toward the willow, then her eyes seemed to pierce into the depths of the valley. Beyond the tavern lay an apple orchard, and back of that rose the roof of an old gray house. The ridge and heavy stone chimney alone were visible ; but the old building seemed to fascinate her gaze — she bent forward, her hands were clasped, her features grew visibly pale. She cast an earnest look at the old man, and attempted to speak ; but the effort only made her parted lips turn a shade whiter. She uttered no sound. " You needn't be afraid, ma'am, there's no arthly danger here 1" said one of the men, mistaking the source of her emotion. " I've been on this ferry sixteen years, and no accident has ever happened in my time. You couldn't drown here if you was to try." The lady looked at him with a faint ' quivering smile, that died gently away as her gaze became more earnest. She dwelt upon his withered old face, as if trying to study out some fami- liar feature in its hard lines, " Sixteen years 1" she said, and the smile returned, but with an additional tinge of sadness, " sixteen years 1" " It seems a long time to you, like enough ; but wait till you get old as I am, and see how short it is." The lady did not reply ; but sinking back into her seat, drew the veil over her face. FASHION AND FAMINE. 93 All this time, the traveller, who still held the horse by the bit, had been regarding the lady with no ordinary appearance of anxiety. He overheard the whispers passing between the ferrymen, and seemed annoyed by their import. He was evidently ill at ease. When the scow ran with a grating noise upon the shore, ho gave the usual fare in silence, and entering the chaise with a swinging leap, drove toward the tavern. The landlord, who had just arisen from an early supper, washed down by a cup of hard cider, came indolently from the front stoop and held the horse while the travellers dismounted. " Want to bait the horse ?" he inquired, pointing toward a wooden trough built against the huge trunk of the wil- low. " Put him up — we shall stay all night, replied the guest." The landlord's face expanded ; it was not often that his house was honored by travellers of a higher grade than the teamsters, who brought private fare for man and horse with them ; the same bag usually containing oats or corn in one end, and a box of baked beans, a loaf -of bread, and a wedge of dried beef in the other — man and beast dividing accommodations equally on the journey. " Oats or grass ?" cried the good man, excited by the rich prospects before him. " Both, with two rooms — supper for the lady in her own chamber — for me, anywhere." " Supper 1" cried the landlord, with a crest-fallen look, " supper 1 We haven't a morsel of fresh meat, nor a chicken on the place." " But there is trout in the brook, I suppose," answered the traveller. • " Wal, how did you know that ? Been in these parts afore mebby." "These hills are full of trout streams, everybody knows that, who ever heard of the state," was the courteous reply. " If you have a pole and line handy perhaps I can help you." 94 FASHION AND FAMINE. " There is one in the porch — I'll just turn out the horse, and show you the way." The traveller seemed glad to be relieved from observation. 3e turned hurriedly away, and taking a rude fishing-rod from the porch went round the house, and crossing a meadow behind it, came out upon the banks of a mountain stream, that marked the precipitous boundaries of the valley. A wild, sparkling brook it was — ^broken up by rocks sinking into deep, placid pools, and leaping away through the witch-hazels and brake leaves that overhung it with a soft, gushing murmur so sweet 'and cheerful, that it seemed like the sunshine laughing, as it was drawn away to the hill shadows. Jacob Strong looked up and down the stream with a sad countenance. " How natural everything seems," he muttered. " She used to sit here on this very stone, with her little fish-pole, and send me off yonder after boS-wood blossoms and wild honey- suckles, while she dipped her feet in and out of the water, just to hurry me back again. Those white little feet — ^how I did love to see her go barefooted! By and by, as she grew older, how she would laugh at my awkward way of baiting her hook — she didn't know what made my hand tremble — no, nor never will!" Jacob sat down upon the stone on which his eyes had been riveted.- With his face resting between his hands, an elbow supported by each knee, and his feet buried in a hollow choked up with wood moss, he fell into one of those profound reveries, that twine every fibre of the heart around the past. The fishing rod lay at his feet, unheeded. Just beneath his eye, was a deep pool, translucent as liquid diamond, and sleeping at the bottom, were three or four fine trout, floating upon their fins, with their mottled sides now and then sending a soft rainbow gleam through the water. At another time, Jacob, who had been a famous angler in his day, would have been excited by this fine prospect of sport ; but now those delicate creatures, balancing themselves in the waves, scarcely won a passing notice. They only served to re- mind him more vividly of the long ago. FASHION AND FAMINE. 95 He was aroused by the landlord, who came up the Stream, pole in hand, baiting his hook as he walked along. He cast two fine trout, strung upon a forked hazel twig, on the moss at Jacob's feet, and dropped his hook into the pool. Jacob watched him with singular interest. His eyes gleamed as he saw the man pull his fly with a calm, steady hand over the surface of the water, now dropping it softly down, now aiding it to float lazily on the surface, then allowing it to sink insidiously before the graceful creatures, that it had as yet failed to excite. All at once, a noble trout, that had been sleeping beneath a tuft of grass over which the water flowed, darted into the pool with a swiftness that left a ripple behind him, and leaped to the fly. Jacob almost uttered a groan, as he saw the beautiful creature lifted from the wave, his fins quivering, his jewelled sides glistening with water drops, and every wild evolution full of graceful agony. He was drawing a parallel between the tortured trout and a human being, whose history filled his heart. This it was that wrung the groan from his heart. " This will do !" said the landlord, gently patting the damp sides of his prize, and thrusting the hazel twig under his gills. " You're sartin of a supper, sir, and a good one too — they'll be hissing on the gridiron long before you get to the house, I reckon, without you make up your mind to go along with me." " Not yet ; I will try my luck further up the stream,'' an- swered Jacob, and snatching up the rod, he plunged through a clump of elders, and disappeared on the opposite bank. But the man was scarcely out of sight, when he returned again and resumed his old position. Again he fell into thought — deep and painful thought. Tou could see it in the quiver of his rude features, in the mistiness that gathered over his eyes. The afternoon shadows were beginning to lengthen across the valley, but they only served to plunge poor Jacob into mem- ories still more bitter and profound. Everything within sight seemed clamoring to him of the past. Near by was a cloveE- 96 FASHION AND FAMINE. field ruddy with blossoms, and broken with clumps and ridges of golden butter-cups and swamp lilies. Again the little girl stood before him — a fair, sweet child, with chestnut curls and large earnest eyes, who had waited in a corner of the fence, while he gathered armsful of these field-blossoms, for her to toss about in the sunshine. On the other hand lay an apple orchard, with half a dozen tall pear trees, ranging along the fence. He remembered climbing those trees a hundred times up to the very top, where the pears were most golden and ripe. He could almost hear the rich fruit as it went tumbling and rustling through the leaves, down to the snow-white apron held up to receive it. That ringing shout of laughter, as the apron gave way beneath its luscious burden — it rang through his heart again, and made a child of him. The shadows grew deeper upon the valley, dew began to fall, and every gush of air that swept over the fields, became more and more fragrant. Still Jacob dwelt with the past. The lady at the inn was forgotten. He was roaming amid those sweet scenes with that wild, mischievous, beautiful girl, when a hand fell upon his shoulder. He started up and began to tremble as if caught in some deep offence. " Madam — oh, madam ! what brought you here ?" " I could not stay in that new house, Jacob. It was so close [ could not breathe. The air of this valley penetrates my very heart — but I cannot shed a tear. Is it so with you, Jacob Strong ?" Jacob turned his head away ; he could not all at once arouse himself from the deep delirium of his memories ; his strong brain ached with the sudden transition her presence had forced upon it. Ada looked searchingly up the valley, and made a step forward. " Where are you going, madam, not up yonder — not to the old house 1" " I must go, Jacob — this suspense is choking me — I couldnot live another hour without learning something of them." FASHION AND FAMINE. 91 " No, not yet, I beg of you, do not go yet." Ada Leicester turned abruptly towardher humble friend ; Lex lips grew very pale. " Why, why ? have you inquired ? have you heard anything ?" " No, I did not like to ask questions at first." " Then you know absolutely nothing ?" " Nothing yet 1" " But you have seen the old house. It should be visible fronj this hollow I" " Not now, madam. The orchard has grown round since — since " " Have the saplings grown into trees since then, Jacob ? In- deed it seems but like yesterday to me," said the lady, with a sad wave of the hand. " I thought to get a view of the house from this spot, just as one ponders over the seal of a letter, afraid to read the news within. Let me sit down, I feel tired and faint." Jacob moved back from the stone, and tears absolutely came into his eyes as she sat down. " How strangely familiar everything is," said the lady, look- ing around, " this tuft of white flowers close by the stone — it scarcely seems to have been out of blossom since I was here last, I remember. But why have you crushed them with your feet, Jacob ?" " Because J remember 1" answered the man, removing his heavy foot from the bruised flowers, and regarding them with a stern curve of the lip, which on his irregular mouth was strangely impressive. The lady raised her eyes, filled with vague wonder, to his features. Jacob was troubled by that questioning glance. " I never loved flowers," he faltered. " You never loved flowers ! Oh, Jacob, how can you say so ?" " Not that kuid, at any rate, ma'am," answered Jacob, almost vehemently, pointing down with his finger. " The last time I came this way, a snake was creeping round among those very flo were. That snake left poison on everything it touched, at least in tUifl valley." 5 98 FASHION AND FAMINE. The lady gazed on his excited face a moment very earnestly. Then the broad, white lids drooped over her eyes, and she only answered with a profound sigh. The look of humble repentance that fell upon- Jacob's face was painful to behold. He stood uneasily upon his feet, gazing down upon the tuft of flowers his passion had trampled to the earth. His large hands, with their loosely knit joints, became nervously restless, and he cast furtite glances at the face and downcast features of the lady. He could not speak, but waited for her to adelress him again, in his heart of hearts sorry for the painful thoughts his words had aroused. At length he ventured to speak, and the humble, deprecating tones of his voice were almost painful to hear. " The dews are falling, ma'am, and you are not used to sitting in the damp." " There was a time," said the lady, " when a little night dew would not drive me in doors." " But now you are tired and hungry." " No, Jacob, I can neither taste food nor take rest till we have been yonder — ^perhaps not then, for Heaven only knows what tidings may reach us. Go in and get some supper for yourself, my good friend." Jacob shook his head. " I am wrong," persisted the lady ; "let me sit here till the dusk comes on; then I will find my way to the house — perhaps I may sleep there to-night, Jacob, who knows 1" She paused a moment, and added, "If they are alive, but surely I need not say if They must be alive." " I hope so," answered Jacob, pitying the wistful look with which the poor lady searched his features, hoping to gather confidence from their expression. "And yet my heart is so heavy, so full of this terrible pain, Jacob. Leave me now; if any thing can make me cry, it will be sitting here alone." Jacob turned away, without a word of remonstrance. His own rude, honest heart was full, and the sickening oiixiety FASHION AND FAMINE. 99 taanifest in every tone and look of his mistress was fast under- mining Ms own manliood. He did not return to tlie tavern, however, but clambering over a fence, leaped into the clover field, and wading, knee-deep, through the fragrant blossoms, made his way toward the old farm-house, wljose chimney and low, sloping roof became more and more visible with each step. On he went, with huge, rapid strides, resolute to carry back some tidings to the unhappy woman he had just left. ""I will see them first," he muttered; "they might not know her, or may have heard. It ain't likely, 'though — who could bring such news into these parts ? Anyhow, I wUl see that nothing is done to hurt her feelings." Full of these thoughts, Jacob drew nearer and nearer to the old house. He crossed the clover lot, and a fine meadow, whose thick, waving grass was still too green for the scythe, lay be- fore him, bathed in the last rays of a midsummer sunset. Be- yond this meadow rose the farm-house, silent and picturesque in the waning day, with gleams of golden light here and there breaking over the mossed old roof. Jacob paused, with his hand upon an upper raU of the fence. His heart misgave him. Every object was so painfully familiar, that he shrunk from approaching nearer. There was the garden sloping away from the old dwelling, with a line of cherry trees running along the fence, and shading triple rows of currant and gooseberry bushes, now bent to the ground with a load of crimson and purple fruit. There was the well sweep, with its long,^ round bucket swing- ing to the breeze, and the pear tree standing by, like an ancient sentinel staunch at his post, and verdant in its thrifty old age. A stone or two had fallen from the rough chimney, and on the sloping roof lay a greenish tinge, betraying the velvety growth of moss with which time had dotted the decayed shingles, while clumps of house-leeks clustered here and there in masses from under their warped edges. Silent and solemnly quiet stood that old dwelling amid the dying light which filled the valley. A few jetty birds were flattering in and out of a martin-box at one end, and that was 100 FASHION AND FAMINE. all the sign of life that appeared to the strained eyes of Jacob Strong. He stood, minute after minute, waiting for a sight of some other living object — a horse grazing at the back door — a human being approaching the well, anything alive would ha Ye given relief to his full heart. He could contain himself no longer: a desperate wish to learn at once all that could give joy or pain to his mistress possessed him. He sprang into the meadow, found a path trodden through the grass, and sweeping the tall, golden lilies aside, where they fell over the narrow way, he strode eagerly forward, and soon found himself in a garden. It was full of coarse vegetables, and gay with sun-flowers ; tufts of "love-lies-bleeding" drooped around the gate, and flowering beans, tangled with morning- glories, half clothed the worm-eaten fence. ^ Coarse and despised as some of these flowers are, how elo- quently they spoke to the heart of Jacob Strong! The very sun-flowers, as they turned their great dials to the West, seemed to him redolent and golden with the light of other days. They filled his heart with hew hope; since the earliest hour of his remembrance, those massive blossoms had never been wanting at the old homestead. Again the objects became more and more familiar. The plantain leaves about the well seemed to have kept their green- ness for years. The grindstone, with a trough half full of water, stood in its old place by the back porch. Surely, while such things remained, the human beings that had lived and breathed in that lone dwelling, could not be entirely swept away ! Jacob Strong entered the porch and knocked gently at the door. A voice from within bade him enter, and, lifting the latch, he stood in a long, low kitchen, where two men, a woman, and a chubby little girl, sat at supper. One of the men, a stout, sun-burned fellow, arose, and placing a splint-bottomed chair for his guest, quietly resumed his place at the table, while the child sat with a spoon half-way to its mouth, gazing with eyes full of wonder at the strange man. Jacob stood awkwardly sui-veying the group. A chill of keen FASHION AND FAMINE. 101 disappointment fell upon him. Of the four persons seated around that table, not one face was familiar. He sat down and looked ruefully around. A single tallow candle standing on the table shed its faint light through the room, but failed to reveal the troubled look that fell upon the visitor. The silence that he maintained seemed to astonish the family. The farmer turned in his chair, and at last opened a discourse after his own hos- pitable fashion. " Sit by and take.a bite of supper," he said, while his wife arose and went to a corner cupboard. "No, I thank you," answered Jacob, with an effort; for the words seemed blocking up his throat. "You had better sit by," observed the wife, modestly, coming from the cupboard with a plate and knife in her hands. "There's nothing very inviting, but you'll be welcome." " Thank you," said Jacob, rising, " I'm not hungry ; but if you've got a cup handy, I will get a drink at the well." The farmer took a white earthen bowl from the table, and, .reaching forward, handed it to his guest. " And welcome 1 but you'll find the well-pole rather hard to pull, I calculate." Jacob took the bowl and went out. It seemed to him that a draught from that moss-covered bucket would drive away the chill that had fallen on his heart at the sight of those strange faces. He sat the bowl down among the plantain leaves, and seiz- ing the pole, plunged the old bucket deep into the weU. When it came up again, full and dripping, he balanced it on the curb and drank. After this, he lingered a brief time by the well, filled with disappointment, and striving to compose his thoughts. At length he entered the house again with more calm and fixed resolution. " This seems to be a fine place of yours," he said, taking the chair once more offered, to his acceptance, and addressing the farmer. " That was as pretty a meadow I just crossed as one might wish to seel" 102 FASHION AND FAMINE. " Yes, there is some good land between tMs and the brook," answered the man, pleased with these commendations of Ms property. " You Iceep it in good order, too ; such timothy I have not seen these five years." " Wal, true enough, one may call that grass a little mite superior to the common run, I do think 1" answered the farmer, taking his chubby little daughter on one knee, and smoothing her thick hair with both his hard palms. " Considering how the old place was run down when we took it, we haven't got much to be ashamed of, anyhow." " You have not always owned the farm 1" Jacob's voice sliook as he asked the question, but the farmer was busy caress- ing his chUd, and only observed the import of his words, not the tone in which they were uttered. " I rayther think you must be a stranger in these parts, for everybody knows how long I've been upon the place ; nigh upon ten years, isn't it, Mabel ?" " Ten years last spring," replied the woman, in a pleasant, • low tone ; " jist three years before Lucy was born." " That's it I she's as good as an almanac at dates ; could beat a hull class of us boys at cyphering when we went to school together, couldn't you, Mabel ?" The wife answered vpith a blush, and a good-humored smile divided cordially between her husband and Jacob. " You must not think us over-shiftless," she said, "for living in the old house so long ; we've talked of building every year, but somehow the right. time hasn't come yet ; besides, my old man don't exactly like to tear the old house down.'' " Tear it down!" cried Jacob, with a degree of feeling that surprised the worthy couple — " tear the old homestead down 1 dou't do it — don't do it, friend. There are people in the world who would give a piece of gold for every shingle on the roof rather than see a beam loosened." "I guess you must have been in this neighborhood afore this," said the farmer, looking at his wife with shrewd surprise • FASHION AND FAMINE. 103 "know something about the old homestead, I shouldn't wonder !" " Yes, I passed through here many years ago ; a man at thac time, older than yon are now, lived on the place ; his name was — let me think " " Wilcox — was that the name ?" " Yes, that was it — a tall man, with dark eyes." " That's the man, poor old fellow ; why we bought the farm of him.'' " I wonder he ever brought himself to part with it I His wife seemed so fond of the place, and — and his daughter : he had a daughter, if I recollect right ?" " Yes, we heard so ; I never saw her, ; but the folks around here talk about her wild, bright ways, and her good looks, to this day ; a harnsome, smart gal she was if what they say can be relied on." " But what became of her ? Did she settle anywhere in these parts ?" " Wal, no, I reckon not. A young fellow from somewhere about Boston or York, come up the river one summer to hunt and fish in the hills, he married the gal, and carried her off to the city." " And did she never come back ?" " No ; but a year or two after, the young man come and brought a little girl with him, the purtyest creature you ever sat eyes on. Hard words passed between him and the old man, for Wilcox wouldn't let any human being breathe a whisper agin his daughter. Nobody ever knew exactly what happened, but the young man went away and left his chUd with the old people. It wasn't long after this before the old man kinder seemed to give up, he and his wife too, just as if that bright lit- tle grandchild had brought a canker into the house. " After that things went wrong, nothing on earth could make the old people neighborly; they gin up going to meeting, and sat all Sunday long on the hearth, there, looking into the fire. Wal, you know the best of us will talk when anything happens that ] 04 'FASHION AND FAMINE. is not quite understood. Some said one thing, and some another, and Wilcox, arter a while, got so shy of his neighbors that they took a sort of distaste to him." " Did the old people Mve alone after their daughter went away ?" asked Jacob, in a husky voice. " There was a young man or boy in the family when I knew anything about it." " Oh, yes, I jist remember, there was a young chap that Mr. WUcox brought up — a clever critter as ever lived. He went away just arter the gal was married, and nobody ever knew what became of him. People thought the old man pined about that too : at any rate, one thing and another broke him down, and his wife with him." " You do not mean to say that Mr. Wilcox and his wife are dead ?" The farmer turned his eyes suddenly on the form of Jacob Strong, as these words were uttered, for there was something in the tone that took his honest heart by surprise. Jacob sat before him like a criminal, pale, and shrinking in his chair. " No, I did not mean to say that they died, but when a tough, cheerful man, like Wilcox, gives up, it is worse than death." " What happened then — where did he go ? is the child liv- ing ?" almost shouted Jacob Strong, unable to control the a~gony of his impatience a moment longer ; but the astonished look of his auditors checked the burst of impetuous feeling, and he con- tinued more quietly — " I took an interest in this family long ago, and stopped in the valley over night, on purpose to visit the old gentleman. I had no idea he would ever leave the farm, and was surprised to find strangers here, more so than you could have been at seeing me. Tell me now where the Wilcox family can be found 1" "That is more, by half, than I know myself," answered the farmer. " I bought the farm, paid cash down for everything, land, stock, furniture, and all." "But where did they go?" cried Jacob, breathless with sus- pense. "To Portland; they took one wagon load of things, and - . FASHION AND FAMINE. 105 when the teamster came back, he said they were left in the hold of a schooner lying at the wharf." " But where was she bound ? — what was her name ?" " That was exactly what we asked the teamster, but he could toll nothing about it ; and from that day to this, no person in these parts has ever heard a word about them I" Jacob arose and supported himself by his chair. " And is this all 1 Gone, no one knows where ? Is this all ?" " All that I or any one else can tell you," answered the kind- hearted farmer. " But the teamster, where is he ?" " Dead I" Jacob left the house without another word. He knew that these tidings would be more terrible to another than they had been to him, and yet that seemed scarcely possible, for all the rude strength of his naj;ure was prostrated by the news that he heard. The twilight had given place to a full moon, and all the val- ley lay flooded in a sea of silver. The meadows were full of fire- flies, and a whip-poor-will on the mountain-side poured his mournful cry upon the air. Jacob could not endure the thought of meeting his friend and mistress, with tidings that he knew would rend her heart. He left the homestead, tortured by all that he had heard, and plunged into a hollow which opened to the trout stream. In this hollow stood a tall elm tree, with great, sweeping branches, that drooped almost to the ground. A spring of never-failing water gushed out from a rocky bank, which it shaded, and the sweet gurgle of its progress as it flowed away through the cowslips and blue flag that choked up the outlet to the mountain streams, fell like the memory of an old love upon his senses. He drew near the tree, and there, sitting upon the fragment of rock, with her head resting against the rugged trunk of the eltn, sat Ada Leicester. Her face shone white in the moon- beams, and Jacob could hear her sobs long before she was con Bcious of his presence. 5" 106 FASHION AND FAMINE. She heard his approach, and starting to her feet, came out into the fall light. The hand with which she wildly seized his was damp and cold, and he could see that heavy tear-drops were trembling on her cheek. " Tou — you have seen them — are they alive ? I saw you go in, and have been waiting all this time. Tell me, Jacob, Will they let me sleep in the old house to-night ?" " They are all gone ; no one of the whole fdmily are there !" answered Jacob Strong, too much excited for ordinary pru- dence. A wild cry, scarcely louder than the soream of a bird, but oh, how fuH of agony ! rang down the valley, and terror-stricken at what he had done, Jacob saw his mistress lying at his feet, her deathly face, her lifeless hands, and the white shawl which she had flung about her, huddled together in the pale moonlight. The strong man lost all self-control. He looked fiercely around, as if some one might attempt to stop him ; then gath- ered Ada Leicester up in his huge arms, and folded her close to his bosom. It was not a light burden to carry ; but he neither wavered nor paused, but strode down the hollow, folding her tighter and tighter against his heart ; and a joy broke over his features, as the moonlight fell upon them, that seemed scarcely human. " Ada Wilcox — little Ada — I have carried you so a thousand times. Then, Ada, you would lift up your little arms, and fold them over my neck, and lay your cheek against mine, as it is now, Ada." His face sunk slowly toward hers. He gave a sudden start. "God forgive me I oh, Ada, forgive me !" broke from him, as he looked down upon the pale forehead which his lips had almost pressed. He stood still, holding his breath, trembling in all his limbs, and beginning to move to and fro, as he perceived that her pale eyelids began to quiver in the moonlight. It was a delusion ; the fainting fit had been too sudden ; the exhaustion complete. She lay in his arms like one from FASHION AND FAMINE. 107 whom life had just departed — her pale limbs relaxed — her eye- • lids closed. He stood thus awhile, and then she began to more in his arms. " Do not move, Ada — Ada Wilcox ; it is Jacob, your father's bound boy. We are all alone, in the home meadow. He has carried you down to the brook a thousand times, when you knew all about it and laughed and — and ; not yet — not yet," he said passionately ; "you are not strong enough to stand alone." Still she struggled, for in his excitement he girded her form with those strong' arms, till the pain restored her to con- sciousness. " Not yet — oh, not yet," he pleaded, feeling the strong heart within him sink with each faint struggle that she made ; "you cannot stand- — the grass is deep and damp — be still — I am strong as an ox, Ada — I can carry you." " Is it you, Jacob Strong ?" she said, but half conscious. "Yes," said Jacob in a choked voice, "it's me, your father's bound boy ; we are in the old home lot again. I — I — it is a long time since I have carried you in my arms, Ada Wilcox." " Ada Wilcox 1" said the woman, with a start ; "let me down, Jacob Strong ; my name is not Ada Wilcox j all that bore that name are gone ; the homestead is full of strangers ; Wil- cox is a dead name ; that of Leicester has crept over it like night-shade over a grave." Jacob Strong unfolded his arms so abruptly, that Ada almost fell to the earth. " I had forgotten that name," he said with mournful sternness. The poor woman attempted to stand up, but she wavered, and her pale face was lifted with piteous helplessness toward him. " No, Jacob, I tremble — this blow has taken all my life. Help me to stand up, that I may look on the old homestead once more. How often have we looked upon it from this spot !" 108 FASHION AND FAMINE. " I remember," answered Jacob, " the moonliglit lies upon the roof as it did that night ; the olij pear tree had stretched its ehadow juskto the garden fence." Jacob Strong grew pale in the moonlight. Ada felt his arm shake beneath the grasp of her hand. " Ton shiver with the cold," she said. " It is cold, madam ; the dew is heavy ; I will go forward and break a path through the grass. It will not be the first time." Jacob moved on, tramping down the grass, and casting his long, uncouth shadow before her, in the moonlight. She fol- lowed him in sUence, casting back mournful glances at the old homestead. Jacob paused to let down a heavy set of bars that divided the meadow from the trout stream. He jerked them fiercely from their sockets in the tall chestnut posts, dropping them down on each other with a noise that rang strangely through the stillness. Ada Leicester passed through the opening, and moved slowly toward the tavern. She reached the door, but turned again to her attendant. " Jacob," she said, very sorrowfully, " I am all alone now, in the wide world ; you will not leave me ?" " Ada Wilcox, I have not deserved that question," said Ja- cob, pushing open the door. She shrunk through timidly, perhaps expecting her servant to follow ; but he closed the door and rushed away, leaping the pile of bars with a bound, and plunging back into the meadow. " Leave her I" he said, dashing the tall herds-grass aside with his hand ; " Leave her, as if I warn't her slave — her dog — ^her jackall. and had been ever since I was a shaver, so small that this very grass would have closed over my head; and yet she don't know why — thinks it's the wages, may be. It never enters her head that I've got a soul to love and hate with. Wha| did I follow her and that man to foreign parts for, but to stand ready when her time of trouble came ? What did I give up my free- born American birthright for, and put that gold lace, and FASHION AND FAMINE. 10ft darn'd elarnal cockade over my hat, like an Eaglish white nigger, only because I couldn't stand by her in any other way ? What is it that makes me humble as a rabbit, sometimes, and then, again, snarling around like a dog ? She don't see it ; she believes me when I tell her that it was a hankering to see for- eign parts, that sent me over sea ; and that I, a freeborn Ameri- can citizen, have a nat'ral fancy to gold bands and cockades, as if the thing wasn't jist impossible 1 True enough, she don't want me to wear them now ; but if she did, it's my solemn be- lief that I should do it, jist here, in sight of the old homestead. " The old homestead," he continued, standing still in the grass, and looking toward the old home, till the bitter mood passed from his heart, and his eyes filled with tears. " Oh, if I was only his bound boy again, and' she a little girl, and the old folks up yonder. I would be a nigger — a hound — anything, if she could only stand here, as she did then — as innocent and sweet a critter as ever drew breath. But he did it — that vil- lain 1 Oh, if he could be extarminated from the face of the earth ! It wan't her fault — I defy the face of man to say that. It was the original sin in her own heart." Poor Jacob I , All his massive strength was exhausted now. He even ceased to mutter over the sad, sad memories that crowded on him. But all that night he wandered about the old homestead — ^now lost beneath its pear trees — now casting his uncouth shadow across the barn-yard, where half a dozen slumbering cows lifted their heads and gazed earnestly after him, as if waiting for the intruder to be gone. There was not a nook or corner of the old place that he did not visit that night, and the morning found him cold, sad and pale, waiting for his mistress at the tavern door.- Just after da3'light, the one-horse chaise crossed the ferry again. The old boatmen would gladly have conversed a little with its inmates, but Jacob only answered them in monosylla- bles, and they could not see the lady's face, so closely was it shrouded with the folds of her travelling veil. no FASHION AND FAMINE. CHAPTER YIII. THE CITY COTTAGE. Alas, that woman's love should cling To hearts that never feel its worth, As prairie roses creep and fling Their richest bloom upon the earth. Overlooking one of those small parks or squares that lie in the heart of our city like tufts of wild flowers in a desert, stands one of those miniature palaces, too small for the very wealthy, and too beautiful in its appointments for any idea but that of perfect taste, which wealth does not always give. A cottage house it was, or rather an exquisite mockery of what one sees named as cottages in the country. The front, of a pale stone color, was so ornamented and netted over with the lace-work of iron balconies and window-gratings, that it had all the ele- gance of a city mansion, with much of the rustic beauty one sees iu a rural dwelling. A little court, full of flowers, lay in front, with a miniature fountain throwing up a slender column of water from the centre of a tiny grass-plat, that, in the pure dampness always raining over it, lay like a mass of crushed emeralds hidden among the flowers. The netted iron-work that hung around the doors, the windows, and fringed the eaves, as it were, with a valance of massive lace, was luxuriously interwoven with creeping plants. Prairie roses, crimson and white, clung around the lower baleonies. Ipomas wove a profusion of their great purple and rosy beUs around the upper windows ; cypress vines, with their small crimson bells ; petunias of every tint ; rich passion flowers, and verbenas with their leaves hidden in the light bal- conies, wove and twined themselves with the coarser vines, blossoming each in its turn, and filling the leaves with their gorgeous tints. Crimson and fragrant honeysuckles twined in massive wreaths up to the very roof, where they grew and bloa- FASHION AND FAMINE. IIJ Bomed in the lattice-work, now in masses, now spreading out like an embroidery, and everywhere loading the atmosphere with fragrance. The cool, bell-like dropping of the fountain, that always kept the flowers fresh ; the fragrance of half a dozen orange trees, snowy with blossoms and golden with heavy fruit ; the gleam of white lilies ; the glow of roses, and the graceful sway of a slender laburnum tree, all crowded into one little nook scarcely large enough for the pleasure-grounds of a fairy, were enough to draw general attention to the house, though another and still more beautiful object had never presented itself at the window. On a moonlight evening, especially when a sort of pearly veil fell upon the little flower nook, an air of quiet beauty impossi- ble to describe, rested around this dwelling — ^beauty not the less striking that it was so still, so lost in profound repose, that the house might have been deemed uninhabited but for the gleam of light that occasionally broke through the vines about one or another of the windows. Sometimes it might be seen strug- gling through the roses around the lower balcony, but far oftener it came in faint gleams from a window in the upper story, and at such times the shadow of a person stooping over a book, or lost in deep thought, might be seen through the muslin curtains. No sashes, flung open in the carelessness of domestic enjoy- ment, were ever seen in the dwelling ; no voices of happy child- hood were ever heard to ring through those clustering vines. Sometimes a young female would steal timidly out upon the balconies, and return again, like a bird afraid to be detected beyond the door of its cage. Sometimes an old lady in mourn- ing might be' seen passing in and out, as if occupied with some slight household responsibility. This was all the neighborhood ever knew of the cottage or its inmates. The face of the younger female, though always beautiful, was not always the same, but no person knew when one disappeared and another took her place. 112 FASHION AND FAMINE. The cottage had been built by a private gentleman, and its first occupant was the old lady. She might have been his mother, his tenant, or his houselseeper, no one could decide her exact position. He seldom visited the house. Sometimes during months together he never crossed the threshold. But the old lady was always there, scarcely ever without a young and lovely companion; and, what seemed most singular, year after year passed and her mourning garments were never changed. Servants, the universal channel through which domestic gos- sip circulates in the basement strata of social life, were never seen in the cottage. An old colored woman came two or three times a week and performed certain household duties; but she spoke only in a foreign language, and probably had been selected for that very reason. Thus all the usual avenues of intelligence were closed around the cottage. True, a colored man came .occasionally to prune and trim the little flower nook, but he was never seen to enter the house, and appeared to be profoundly ignorant of its history and its inmate?. Some of the most curious had ventured far enough into the fairy garden to read the name on a silver plate within the latticed entrance. It was a single name, and seemed to be foreign ; at any rate, it had no familiar sound to those who read it, and whether it belonged to the owner of the cottage or the old lady, still continued a mystery. Thus the cottage remained a tiny palace, more isolated amid the surrounding dwellings than it could have been if buried in the green depths of the counlry. But at the season when our story commences, the profound quietude of the place was broken by the appearance of a new inmate. A fair young girl about this time was often noticed early in the morning, and sometimes after dusk hovering about the little fountain, as if enticed there by the scent of the orange trees; still, though her white gar- ments were often seen fluttering' amid the shrubbery, which she seemed to haunt with the shy timidity of a wild bird, few per sons ever obtained a distinct view of her features. FASHION AND FAMINE. 113 On the night, and at the very hour when Ada Leicester and Jacob Strong met beneath the old elm tree in sight of the farm- house which had once sheltered them, two men gently approached this cottage and paused before the gate. This was nothing singular, for it was no unusual thing, when that lovely fountain was tossing its cool shower of water-drops into the air, and the flowers were bathed in the moonlight, for persons to pause in their evening walk and wonder at the gem-like beauty of the place. But these two persons seemed about to enter the little gate. One held the latch in his hand, and appeared to hesitate only while he examined the windows of the dwelling. The other younger by far and more enthusiastic, grasped the iron railing with one hand, while he leaned ovfer and inhaled the rich fragrance of the flower garden with intense gratifica- tion. "Come," said Leicester, gently opening the gate, "I see a light in the lower rooms — let us go inl" "What, here? Is it here you are taking me?" cried the youth, in accents of joyful surprise^" how beautiful — how very, very beautiful. It must be some queen of the fairies you are leading me tol" "You like the house then?" said Leicester, in his usual calm voice, gently advancing along the walk, "It does look well just now, with the moonlight falling through the leaves, but these things become tiresome after a while!" "Tiresome!" exclaimed the youth, casting his glance around. "Tiresome!" "I much doubt," added Leicester, turning as he spoke, and gliding, as if unconsciously, along the white gravel walk that curved around the fountain — "I much doubt if any thing con- tinues to give entire satisfaction, even the efforts of our own mind, or the work of our own hands, after it is once completed. It is the progress, the love of change, the curiosity to see how this touch will affect the whole, that gives zest to enjoyment in such things. I can fancy the owner of this faultless little place now becoming weary of its prettiness." 114 FASHION AND FAMINE. "Weary of a place like this — why the augels might think themselves at home in itl" "They would find out their mistake, I fancy!" As Leicester uttered these words the moonlight fell full upon his face, and the worm-like curl of his lip which the light revealed, had something unpleasant in it. The youth happened to look up at the moment, and a sharp revulsion came over his feelings. For the moment he fell into thought, and when he epoke, the change in his spirit was very evident. "I can imagine nothing that is not pure and good, almost as the angels themselves, living here!" he said, half timidly, as if he feared the scoff that might follow his words. "We shall see," answered Leicester, breaking a cluster of orange flowers from one of the plants. He was about to fasten the fragrant sprig in his button-hole, but some after-thought came over him, such as often regulated his most trivial actions, and he gave the branch to his companion. " Put it in your bosom," he said, with a sort of jeering good humor, as one trifles with a child: " who knows but it may win your first conquest?" The youth took the blossoms, but held them carelessly in his hand. There was something in Leicester's tone that wounded his self-love; and without reply he moved from the fountain. They ascended to the richly latticed entrance, and Leicester touched the bell knob. The door was opened by a quiet, pale old lady, who gravely bent her head as she recognised Leicester. After one glance of surprise at his young companion, which certainly had no pleasure blended with it, she led the way into a small parlor. Nothing could be more exquisitely chaste than that little room. The ceilings and the enamelled walls were spotless as crusted snow, and like snow was the light cornice of grape leaves and fruit, that scarcely seemed to touch the ceiling around which they were entwined. No glittering chandelier, no gilded cornices or gorgeous carpets disturbed the pure harmony of this little room; delicate India matting covered the floor; the chairs, FASHION AND FAMINE. 115 divans and couches were of pure white enamel. Curtains of soft, delicate lace, embroidered, as it were, with snow-flakes, draped the sashes. Those at the bay window, which opened on the flower-garden, were held apart by two small statues of Pa- rian marble that stood guarding the tiny alcove, half veiled in clouds of transparent lace. Upon a massive table of pure alabaster, inlaid with softly clouded agate, stood a Grecian vase, in which a lamp was burn- ing, and tlirough its sculpture poured a subdued light that seemed but a more lustrous kindling of the moonbeams that lay around the dwelling. The youth had not expressed himself amiss. It did seem as if an angel might have mistaken this dwelling, so chaste, so tran- quilly cool, for his permanent home. The clouds of Heaven did not seem more free from earthly taint than everything within it. Robert paused at the threshold; a vague feeling of self-distrust came over him. It seemed as if his presence would soil the mysterious purity of the room. The old lady, with her grave face and black garments, was so at variance with the dwelling, that the very sight of her moving so noiselessly across the room chilled him to the heart. Leicester sat down on a divan near the window. "Tell Florence I am here I" he said, addressing the old lady. For a moment the lady hesitated; then, without having spoken a word, she went out. Directly there was a faint rustling sound on the stairs, a quick, light footstep near the door, and with every appearance of eager haste a young girl entered the room. A morning dress of white muslin, edged with a profusion of delicate lace, clad her slender form from head to foot ; a tiny cameo of blood-red coral fastened the robe at her throat, and this was all the ornament visible upon her person. She entered the room in breathless haste, her dark eyes spark- b'ng, her cheeks warm with a rich crimson, and with both hands extended, approached Leicester. Before she reached the divan the consciousness that a stranger was present fell upon her. She 116 FASHION AND FAMINE paused, her han