CHAPTER SIXTEENTH.
"It is as if the night should shade noonday, Or that the sun was here, but forced away; And we were left, under that hemisphere, Where we must feel it dark for half a year." --BEN. JOHNSON.
Since the events recorded in our last chapter, six years have rolled theirswift, though noiseless round, ere we look in upon our friends again; sixyears bringing such changes as they must;--growth and development to thevery young, a richer maturity, a riper experience to those who had alreadyattained to adult life, and to the aged, increasing infirmities, remindingthem that their race is nearly run; it may be so with others; it must beso with them.
There have been gains and losses, sickness and other afflictions, butdeath has not yet entered any of their homes.
At Ion, the emerald, velvety lawn, the grand old trees, the sparklinglakelet, the flower gardens and conservatories gay with rich autumn hues,were looking their loveliest, in the light of a fair September morning.
The sun was scarcely an hour high, and except in the region of thekitchen and stables quiet reigned within and without the mansion; doorsand windows stood wide open, and servants were busied here and therecleaning and setting in order for the day, but without noise or bustle. Inthe avenue before the front entrance, stood Solon with the pretty greyponies, Prince and Princess, ready saddled and bridled, while on theveranda sat a tall, dark-eyed, handsome youth, a riding whip in one hand,the other gently stroking and patting the head of Bruno, as it rested onhis knee; the dog receiving the caress with demonstrations of delight.
A light, springing step passed down the broad stairway, crossed the hall,and a slender fairy-like form appeared in the doorway. It was Violet, nowthirteen, and already a woman in height; though the innocent childliketrust in the sweet fair face and azure eyes, told another tale.
"Good-morning, Eddie," she said. "I am sorry to have kept you waiting."
"Oh, good-morning," he cried, jumping up and turning toward her. "No needfor apology, Vi, I've not been here over five minutes."
He handed her gallantly to the saddle, then mounted himself.
"Try to cheer up, little sister; one should not be sad such a lovelymorning as this," he said, as they trotted down the avenue side by side.
"Oh, Eddie," she answered, with tears in her voice, "I do try, but Ican't yet; it isn't like home without them."
"No; no indeed, Vi; how could it be? Mr. and Mrs. Daly are very kind, yetnot in the least like our father and mother; but it would be impossiblefor any one to take their places in our hearts or home."
"The only way to feel at all reconciled, is to keep looking forward to thedelight of seeing them return with our darling Lily well and strong," Visaid, struggling bravely with her tears; and Eddie answered, "I cannothelp hoping that may be, in spite of all the discouraging things thedoctors have said."
Lily, always frail and delicate, had drooped more and more during the pastyear, and only yesterday the parents had left with her for the North,intending to try the effect of different watering places, in the fainthope that the child might yet be restored to health, or her life at leastbe prolonged for a few years.
They had taken with them their eldest daughter, and infant son, andseveral servants.
Aunt Chloe and Uncle Joe were not of the party, increasing infirmitiescompelling them to stay behind.
The separation from her idolized mistress, cost the former many tears, butshe was much comforted by Elsie's assurance, that to have her at home towatch over the children there, would be a great comfort and relief fromanxiety on their account.
It had seemed to Mr. and Mrs. Travilla, a very kind Providence that hadsent them an excellent tutor and housekeeper, in the persons of Mr. andMrs. Daly, their former guests at Viamede.
Since the winter spent together there, an occasional correspondence hadbeen kept up between the two families, and learning from it, that Mr. Dalywas again in need of a change of climate, and that, just as they werecasting about for some suitable persons to take charge of their house andchildren during their contemplated absence from home, Elsie suggested toher husband that the situations should be offered to him and his wife.
Mr. Travilla approved, the offer was made at once, and promptly andthankfully accepted.
Frank Daly, now a fine lad of eleven, was invited to come with hisparents, and to share his father's instructions.
They had now been in the house for more than a week, and seemed eminentlysuited to the duties they had undertaken; yet home was sadly changed tothe children, deprived for the first time in their lives of the parentswhom they so dearly loved, and who so thoroughly understood andsympathized with them.
Eddie was growing very manly, was well advanced in his studies, easy andpolished in manner, and Vi and the younger ones looked up to him withpride and respect, as the big brother who knew a great deal, and in papa'sabsence would be their leader and protector.
He, on his part was fond and proud of them all, but more especially ofElsie and Vi, who grew daily in beauty and grace.
"You can't think how sorely I have missed Elsie this morning," Vi said,breaking a slight pause in their talk, "and yet I am glad she went too,she will be such a comfort to mamma and Lily; and she promised me to writeevery day; which of course mamma could not find time to do."
"Yes; and her absence will give you an opportunity for practice in thatline, and in being motherly to Rosie," Eddie said with a smile.
"To Herbie too," she answered; "we are to meet in mamma's dressing-roomevery morning just as usual, only it will be a strange half hour withoutmamma; but we will say our texts to each other, talk them over and readtogether."
"Yes, I promised mamma that I would be with you. Which way now?" he asked,as they came to the crossroads.
"To the Oaks. I want to see grandpa. A caress, or even a word or smilefrom him, would do me good this morning."
"He may not be up."
"But I think he will; you know he likes to keep early hours."
Mr. Dinsmore was up and pacing the veranda thoughtfully to and fro, as theyoung riders came in sight.
He welcomed them with a smile, and lifting Vi from her pony, held herclose to his heart as something very dear and precious.
"My darling," he said, "your face is sad this morning; and no wonder. Yetcheer up, we will hope to see our dear travelers at home again in a fewweeks, our poor fading flower restored to bloom and beauty."
He made them sit down and regale themselves with some fine fresh oranges,which he summoned a servant to bring; their grandma, aunt and uncle joinedthem presently and they were urged to stay to breakfast, but declined."The little ones must not be left alone this first morning without papaand mamma."
On their return Rosie, a merry, healthy, romping child of five, with arich creamy complexion, dark hair and eyes, forming a strong contrast toVi's blonde beauty, came bounding to meet them.
"O, Vi, I've been wanting you! you'll have to be mamma to us now, youknow, till our real own mamma comes back. And, Eddie, you'll have to bethe papa. Won't he, Vi? Come, let's all go to mamma's dress-room; my verseis ready."
"What is your text, Rosie?" Violet asked when they had reached the room,sitting down and drawing the child to her side.
"Take me on your lap like mamma does and I'll say it."
"Now then," Vi said, complying with the request.
"'When my father and my mother forsake me then the Lord will take me up.'"
"Who taught you that, pet?" asked Vi, with a slight tremble in her lowsweet tones.
"Cousin Molly. I was crying for mamma and papa and she called me in thereand told me I mustn't cry, 'cause Jesus loves me and will never, never goaway from me."
"That's like my text," said Herbert. "Mamma gave it to me for to-day. 'Iwill never leave thee, nor forsake thee.'"
"And mine," said Harold, "Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end ofthe world,'"
"'This God is our God forever and ever; he will be our guide
even untodeath,'" repeated Vi feelingly.
"That's a nice one," said Rosie.
"Yes," said Eddie, "and this is a nice one for us to remember just now inconnection with the dear ones on their journey, and for ourselves when wego away. Yes, now, and at all times. 'Behold I am with thee, and will keepthee in all places whither thou goest, and will bring thee again into thisland.'"
"Isn't the Bible the sweetest book!" exclaimed Vi, "the Book of books; ithas a comforting word for everybody and every time of need."
The breakfast bell rang.
"Oh, dear!" cried Rosie clinging to Violet, her bosom heaving with sobs,"how can we go to the table and eat without papa and mamma!"
"Don't cry, little pet, don't cry; you know they want us to be cheerfuland make it pleasant for Mr. and Mrs. Daly," the others said, and with agreat effort the child swallowed her sobs; then wiping away her tears,suffered Vi to lead her down to the breakfast room.
Mrs. Daly met them there with a smiling face, and kind motherly greeting.Mr. Daly had a pleasant word for each, and talked so entertainingly allthrough the meal, that they had scarcely time for sad or lonely thoughts.
Family worship followed immediately after breakfast, as was the custom ofthe house. Mr. Daly's prayer was short, comforting them all, and simpleenough for even little Rose to understand.
There was still time for a walk before school, but first Vi went to Mollyto ask how she was, and to carry her a letter from Dick which had come bythe morning mail.
Dick was in Philadelphia studying medicine. He and Molly correspondedregularly and she knew no greater treat than a letter from him. Vi wasglad she could carry it to her this morning, it was so great a pleasureto be the bearer of anything so welcome.
There were no pleasanter or better furnished rooms in the house than thoseappropriated to the use of the poor, dependent crippled cousin. Mollyherself tastefully and becomingly dressed, blooming, bright and cheerful,sat in an invalid chair by the open window. She was reading, and soabsorbed in her book that she did not hear the light step of her youngrelative.
Vi paused in the doorway a moment, thinking what a pretty picture Mollymade--with her intellectual countenance, clear complexion, rosy cheeks,bright eyes and glossy braids--framed in by the vine-wreathed window.
Molly looked up, and laying aside her book, "Ah, Vi, this is kind!" shesaid. "Come in, do; I'm ever so glad to see you."
"And what of this?" asked Vi, holding up the letter.
"Oh, delightful! dear old fellow, to write so soon. I was not expecting ittill to-morrow."
"I knew you'd be glad," Vi said, putting it into her hand, "and now I'lljust kiss you good-morning and run away, that you may enjoy it fullybefore lesson time."
Rosie's voice was summoning Vi. The children were in the veranda ready fortheir morning walk, waiting only for "Sister Vi."
"Let's go to the Oaks," said Rosie, slipping her hand into Vi's; "it's anice shady walk, and I like to throw pebbles into the water. But I'll feedthe fishes first. See what a bag full of crumbs mammy has given me."
Violet was very patient and indulgent toward the little pet sister, yetobliged to cut short her sport with the pebbles and the fishes, becausethe hour for lessons drew near.
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