Now, I foresee future conflicts with Aunt Maria in all these possibilities. She is a nice woman, and bent on securing what she thinks my interest, but I can’t help seeing that she is somewhat
“A shade that follows wealth and fame.”
The success of my card receiver delights her, and not to improve such opportunities would be, in her view, to bury one’s talent in a napkin. Yet, after all, I differ. I can’t help seeing that intimacies between people with a hundred thousand a year and people of our modest means will be full of perplexities.
And then I say, Why not try to find all the neighborliness I can on my own street? In a country village, one finds a deal in one’s neighbors, simply because one must. They are there; they are all one has, and human nature is always interesting, if one takes it right side out. Next door is the gentle Quakeress I told you of. She is nobody in the gay world, but as full of sweetness and loving-kindness as heart could desire. Then right across the way are two antiquated old ladies, very old, very precise, and very funny, who have come in state and called on me; bringing with them the most lovely, tyrannical little terrier, who behaved like a small-sized fiend and shocked them dreadfully. I spy worlds of interest in their company if once I can rub the stiffness out of our acquaintance, and then I hope to get the run of the delightfully queer old house.
Then there are our set — Jim Fellows, and Bolton, and my sister Alice, and the girls — in and out all the time. We sha’n’t want for society. So if Aunt Maria puts me up for a career in the gay world I shall hang heavy on her hands.
I haven’t much independence myself, but it is no longer I, it is We. Eva Van Arsdel alone was anybody’s property; mamma talked her one way, her sister Ida another way, and Aunt Maria a third; and among them all her own little way was hard to find. But now Harry and I have formed a firm and compact We, which is a fortress into which we retreat from all the world. I tell them all, We don’t think so, and We don’t do so. Isn’t that nice? When will you come and see us?
Ever your loving
EVA.
CHAPTER III
THE FAMILY DICTATOR AT WORK
FROM the foregoing letter our readers may have conjectured that the natural self-appointed ruler of the fortunes of the Van Arsdel family was “Aunt Maria,” or Mrs. Maria Wouvermans. That is to say, this lady had always considered such to be her mission, and had acted upon this supposition up to the time that Mr. Van Arsdel’s failure made shipwreck of the fortunes of the family.
Aunt Maria had, so to speak, reveled in the fortune and position of the Van Arsdels. She had dictated the expenditures of their princely income; she had projected parties and entertainments; she had supervised lists of guests to be invited; she had ordered dresses and carriages and equipages, and hired and dismissed servants at her sovereign will and pleasure. Nominally, to be sure, Mrs. Van Arsdel attended to all these matters; but really Aunt Maria was the power behind the throne. Mrs. Van Arsdel was a pretty, graceful, self-indulgent woman, who loved ease and hated trouble — a natural climbing plant who took kindly to any bean-pole in her neighborhood, and Aunt Maria was her bean-pole. Mrs. Van Arsdel’s wealth, her station, her eclat, her blooming daughters, all climbed up, so to speak, on Aunt Maria, and hung their flowery clusters around her, to her praise and glory. Besides all this, there were very solid and appreciable advantages in the wealth and station of the Van Arsdel family as related to the worldly enjoyment of Mrs. Maria Wouvermans. Being a widow, connected with an old rich family, and with but a small fortune of her own and many necessities of society upon her, Mrs. Wouvermans had found her own means in several ways supplemented and carried out by the redundant means of her sister. Mrs. Wouvermans lived in a moderate house on Murray Hill, within comfortable proximity to the more showy palaces of the New York nobility. She had old furniture, old silver, camel’s-hair shawls and jewelry sufficient to content her heart, but her yearly income was far below her soul’s desires, and necessitated more economy than she liked. While the Van Arsdels were in full tide of success she felt less the confinement of these limits. What need for her to keep a carriage when a carriage and horses were always at her command for the asking — and even without asking, as not infrequently came to be the case? Then, the Van Arsdel parties and hospitalities relieved her from all expensive obligations of society. She returned the civilities of her friends by invitations to her sister’s parties and receptions; and it is an exceedingly convenient thing to have all the glory of hospitality and none of the trouble — to have convenient friends to entertain for you any person or persons with whom you may be desirous of keeping up amicable relations. On the whole, Mrs. Wouvermans was probably sincere in the professions, to which Mr. Yan Arsdel used to listen with a quiet amused smile, that “she really enjoyed Nelly’s fortune more than if it were her own.”.
“Haven’t a doubt of it,” he used to say, with a twinkle of his eye which he never further explained.
Mr. Van Arsdel’s failure had nearly broken Aunt Maria’s heart. In fact, the dear lady took the matter more sorely than the good man himself. Mr. Van Arsdel was, in a small dry way, something of a philosopher. He was a silent man for the most part, but had his own shrewd comments on the essential worth of men and things — particularly of men in the feminine gender. He had never checked his pretty wife in any of her aspirations, which he secretly valued at about their real value; he had never quarreled with Aunt Maria or interfered with her sway in his family within certain limits, because he had sense enough to see that she was the stronger of the two women, and that his wife could no more help yielding to her influence than a needle can help sticking to a magnet.
But the race of fashionable life, its outlays of health and strength, its expenditures for parties, and for dress and equipage, its rivalries, its gossip, its eager frivolities, were all matters of which he took quiet note, and which caused him often to ponder the words of the wise man of old, “What profit hath a man of all his labor and the vexation of his heart, wherein he hath labored under the sun?”
To Mr. Van Arsdel’s eye the only profit of his labor and travail seemed to be the making of his wife frivolous, filling her with useless worries, training his daughters to be idle and self-indulgent, and his sons to be careless and reckless of expenditure. So when at last the crash came, there was a certain sense of relief in finding himself once more an honest man at the bottom of the hill, and he quietly resolved in his inmost soul that he never would climb again. He had settled up his affairs with a manly exactness that won the respect of all his creditors, and they had put him into a salaried position which insured a competence, and with this he resolved to be contented; his wife returned to the economical habits and virtues of her early life; his sons developed an amount of manliness and energy which was more than enough to compensate for what they had lost in worldly prospects. He enjoyed his small, quiet house and his reduced establishment as he never had done a more brilliant one, for he felt that it was founded upon certainties and involved no risks. Mrs. Van Arsdel was a sweet-tempered, kindly woman, and his daughters had each and every one met the reverse in a way that showed the sterling quality which is often latent under gay and apparently thoughtless young womanhood.
Aunt Maria, however, settled it in her own mind, with the decision with which she usually settled her relatives’ affairs, that this state of things would be only temporary. “Of course,” she said to her numerous acquaintances, “of course, Mr. Van Arsdel will go into business again — he is only waiting for a good opening; he’ll be up again in a few years where he was before.”
And to Mrs. Van Arsdel she said, “Nelly, you must keep him up; you mustn’t hear of his sinking down and doing nothing” — doing nothing being his living contentedly on a comfortable salary and going without the “pomps and vanities.”
“Your husband, of course, will go into some operations to retrieve his fortunes, you know,” she said. “What is he thinking of?”
“Well, really, Maria, I don’t see as he has the least in
tention; he seems perfectly satisfied to live as we do.”
“You must put him up to it, Nelly — depend upon it, he’s in danger of sinking down and giving up; and he has splendid business talents. He should go to operating in stocks, you see. Why, men make fortunes in that way. Look at the Bubbleums, and the Flashes, they were all down two years ago, and now they ‘re up higher than ever, and they did it all in stocks. Your husband would find plenty of men ready to go in with him and advance money to begin on. No man is more trusted. Why, Nelly, that man might die a millionaire as well as not, and you ought to put him up to it; it’s a wife’s business to keep her husband up.”
“I have tried to, Maria; I have been just as cheerful as I knew how to be, and I’ve retrenched and economized everywhere, as all the girls do — they are wonderful, those girls! To see them take hold so cheerfully and help about household matters, you never would dream that they had not been brought up to it; and they are so prudent about their clothes — so careful and saving. And then the boys are getting on so well. Tom has gone into surveying with a will, and is going out with Smithson’s party to the Rocky Mountains, and Will has just got a good situation in Boston” —
“Oh yes, that is all very well; but, Nelly, that isn’t what I mean. You know that when men fail in business they are apt to get blue and discouraged and give up enterprise, and so gradually sink down and lose their faculties. That’s the way old Mr. Snodgrass did when he failed.”
“But I don’t think, Maria, that there is the least danger of my husband’s losing his mind — or sinking down, as you call it. I never saw him more cheerful and seem to take more comfort of his life. Mr. Van Arsdel never did care for style — except as he thought it pleased me — and I believe he really likes the way we live now better than the way we did before; he says he has less care.”
“And you are willing to sink down and be a nobody, and have no carriage, and rub round in omnibuses, and have to go to little mean private country board instead of going to Newport, when you might just as well get back the position that you had. Why, it’s downright stupidity, Nelly!”
“As to mean country board,” pleaded Mrs. Van Arsdel, “I don’t know what you mean, Maria. We kept our old homestead up there in Vermont, and it’s a very respectable place to spend our summer in.”
“Yes, and what chances have the girls up there — where nobody sees them but oxen? The girls ought to be considered. For their sakes you ought to put your husband up to do something. It’s cruel to them, brought up with the expectations they have had, to have to give all up just as they are coming out. If there is any time that a mother must feel the want of money it is when she has daughters just beginning to go into society; and it is cruel towards young girls not to give them the means of dressing and doing a little as others do; and dress does cost so abominably, nowadays; it’s perfectly frightful — people cannot live creditably on what they used to.”
“Yes, certainly, it is frightful to think of the requirements of society in these matters,” said Mrs. Van Arsdel. “Now, when you and I were girls, Maria, you know we managed to appear well on a very little. We embroidered our own capes and collars, and wore white a good deal, and cleaned our own gloves, and cut and fitted our own dresses; but then, dress was not what it is now. Why, making a dress now is like rigging a man-of-war — it’s so complicated — there are so many parts, and so much trimming.”
“Oh, it’s perfectly fearful,” said Aunt Maria; “but, then, what is one to do? If one goes into society with people who have so much of all these things, why, one must, at least, make some little approach to decent appearance. We must keep within sight of them. All I ask,” she added meekly, “is to be decent. I never expect to run into the extremes those Elmores do — the waste and the extravagance that there must be in that family! And there’s Mrs. Wat Sydney coming out with the whole new set of her Paris dresses. I should like to know, for curiosity’s sake, just what that woman has spent on her dresses!”
“Yes,” said Mrs. Van Arsdel, warming with the subject, “you know she had all her wardrobe from Worth, and Worth’s dresses come to something. Why, Polly told me that the lace alone on some of those dresses would be a fortune.”
“And just to think that Eva might have married Wat Sydney,” said Aunt Maria. “It does seem as if things in this world fell out on purpose to try us!”
“Well, I suppose they do, and we ought to try and improve by them,” said Mrs. Van Arsdel, who had some weak, gentle ideas of a moral purpose in existence, to which even the losses and trials of lace and embroidery might be made subservient. “After all,” she added, “I don’t know but we ought to be contented with Eva’s position. Eva always was a peculiar child. Under all her sweetness and softness she has quite a will of her own; and, indeed, Harry is a good fellow, and doing well in his line. He makes a very good income, for a beginning, and he is rising every day in the literary world, and I don’t see but that they have as good an opportunity to make their way in society as the Sydneys with all their money.”
“Sophie Sydney is perfectly devoted to Eva,” said Aunt Maria.
“And well she may be,” answered Mrs. Van Arsdel. “In fact, Eva made that match; she actually turned him over to her. You remember how she gave her that prize croquet pin that Sydney gave her, and how she talked to Sydney, and set him to thinking of Sophie — oh, pshaw! Sydney never would have married that girl in the world if it had not been for Eva.”
“Well,” said Aunt Maria, “it’s as well to cultivate that intimacy. It will be a grand summer visiting place at their house in Newport, and we want visiting places for the girls. I have put two or three anchors out to the windward, in that respect. I am going to have the Stephenson girls at my house this winter, and your girls must help show them New York, and cultivate them, and then there will be a nice visiting place for them at Judge Stephenson’s next summer. You see the judge lives within an easy drive of Newport, so that they can get over there, and see and be seen.”
“I’m sure, Maria, it’s good in you to be putting yourself out for my girls.”
“Pshaw, Nelly, just as if your girls were not mine — they are all I have to live for. I can’t stop any longer now, because I must catch the omnibus to go down to Eva’s; I am going to spend the day with her.”
“How nicely Eva gets along,” said Mrs. Van Arsdel, with a little pardonable motherly pride; “that girl takes to housekeeping as if it came natural to her.”
“Yes,” said Aunt Maria; “you know I have had Eva a great deal under my own eye, first and last, and it shows that early training will tell.” Aunt Maria picked up this crumb of self-glorification with an easy matter-of-fact air which was peculiarly aggravating to her sister.
In her own mind Mrs. Van Arsdel thought it a little too bad. “Maria always did take the credit of everything that turned out well in my family,” she said to herself, “and blamed me for all that went wrong.”
But she was too wary to murmur out loud, and bent her head to the yoke in silence.
“Eva needs a little showing and cautioning,” said Aunt Maria; “that Mary of hers ought to be watched, and I shall tell her so — she mustn’t leave everything to Mary.”
“Oh, Mary lived years with me, and is the most devoted, faithful creature,” said Mrs. Yan Arsdel.
“Never mind — she needs watching. She’s getting old now, and don’t work as she used to, and if Eva don’t look out she won’t get half a woman’s work out of her — these old servants always take liberties. I shall look into things there. Eva is my girl; I sha’n’t let any one get around her;” and Aunt Maria arose to go forth. But if anybody supposes that two women engaged in a morning talk are going to stop when one of them rises to go, he knows very little of the ways of womankind. When they have risen, drawn up their shawls, and got ready to start, then is the time to call a new subject, and accordingly Aunt Maria, as she was going out the door, turned round and said, “Oh! there now! I almost forgot what I came for. What are you goin
g to do about the girls’ party dresses?”
“Well, we shall get a dressmaker in the house. If we can get Silkriggs, we shall try her.”
“Now, Nelly, look here, I have found a real treasure — the nicest little dressmaker, just set up, and who works cheap. Maria Meade told me about her. She showed me a suit that she had had made there in imitation of a Paris dress, with ever so much trimming, cross-folds bound on both edges, and twenty or thirty bows, all cut on the bias and bound, and box-plaiting with double quilling on each side all round the bottom, and going up the front — graduated, you know. There was waist, and overskirt, and a little sack, and, will you believe me, she only asked fifteen dollars for making it all.”
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