XV.
“_OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN._”
They all bathed on the little beach near home that morning; and, assoon as they had gone back to the house, Maggie called Bessie andBelle, and they went together to mamma’s room to unfold Maggie’s planand ask her consent to it.
What a pretty room that was! Mrs. Rush had taken a fancy to call it the“Lily Room,” and to furnish it accordingly. The carpet was green, andthe furniture painted the same color, and ornamented with water-lilieswherever they could be put,--on the head and foot boards of the bed, oneach drawer of the dressing bureaus, on the panels of the wardrobe andthe backs of the chairs, in short, wherever there was room for them.Over the mantelpiece hung an oil-painting of the same lovely flowers;and now the room was filled with the natural blossoms brought in by thelittle girls that morning.
Mamma lay upon the couch,--this was covered with chintz printed withwater-lilies, too,--resting after her salt-water bath. Her long hairwas spread over the cushions to dry; and Maggie and Bessie were busy atit in a moment: it was their great delight to comb it and thread theirfingers through it; and dearly mamma loved to feel their little handstwisting it into all manner of fantastic braids and loops.
Maggie told her story about the water-lily boy and girl, and then,saying that she thought there must be a good deal of “glove money” duethe little box at home, asked her mother if she did not think it wouldbe a “reasonable charity” to pay for Johnny’s schooling next winter.
Bessie looked surprised at this; but Belle clapped her hands, saying,--
“You’ll let me help too, won’t you?”
“But,” said Mrs. Bradford, “I thought you were saving that money foranother purpose.”
“Oh, so we _were_,” said Maggie, biting her underlip; “if I didn’tforget it. What a child I am! always forgetting one thing in another.”
“What is it?” asked Belle.
“To buy a warm cloak and a pair of better _spetacles_ for good Mrs.Granby, who is always being kind to other people, and never thinksabout herself,” said Bessie.
“And I suppose it wouldn’t be fair to put by a person we’ve knownfor so long for people we’re hardly acquainted with, only throughwater-lilies,” said Maggie. “Oh! I wish, I wish, I wish I had thegreatest lots of money that ever were seen, so I could give every oneevery thing they wanted.”
Maggie was always wishing for lots of money; but it is only justice toher to say that it was generally for the benefit of others, and not forherself.
“Did you promise Mrs. Granby?” asked Belle.
“No, we did not promise, not with words,” said Bessie; “but then, wemade up our minds to do it, and we wouldn’t like not to. I think itwould seem a little like not being very true in our hearts to Mrs.Granby.”
“Oh, dear!” said Maggie, “there are such lots of things one wants todo; but somehow, one can’t seem to do every thing.”
“Mamma,” said Bessie, “don’t you think papa would like to help thisboy? He has enough of money.”
“My dear child,” said mamma, laughing: “you must not think there isno end to papa’s money. He has a good many people to help now, and hecannot do for every one, you know.”
“Well, then,” said Maggie, “we’ll tell Uncle Ruthven and the Colonel,and see what they will do. I don’t mean we’ll ask them to help the lilyboy; but we’ll just let them know about him, and then leave it to theirown conscience.”
“Uncle Ruthven has a good deal of conscience about poor people; and sohas Uncle Horace too,” said Bessie.
But somehow the children could not find an opportunity to tell theiruncle and Colonel Rush about the “lily boy.” For the next few daysthere was a good deal of company coming and going, and they did notcare to talk about it before strangers; then papa, Uncle Ruthven, andthe Colonel went off yachting, and stayed a week.
Meanwhile, Johnny and Sallie came to the house every morning, bringingtheir basket of lilies; and when the little girls had bought as manyas they wanted for their daily gift to their mother, Mrs. Rush and theother ladies would purchase the remainder. So Maggie and Bessie knewthat they were helping Johnny towards his heart’s desire in this way,even if they had devoted their “charity money” to another object.
Early on the morning after the gentlemen had returned, the children hadgone down to the sands, and were playing happily together, when Bellecame on her daily visit. Belle considered herself almost as much athome in Mrs. Rush’s house as Maggie and Bessie did.
“You live at the Ocean House, don’t you?” asked a little girl one day.
“Oh, no!” said Belle; “I don’t live there. I only sleep there, and eatmy breakfast there. I live at Aunt May’s, even when it rains, Maggieand Bessie and I can’t do wifout oneanofer.”
She now came running swiftly over the beach towards Maggie and Bessie;and, as soon as she had kissed them for good-morning, said eagerly,--
“O Maggie and Bessie! what do you fink? It is my birfday next week, andpapa told me to choose what he should give me, and I can’t think of anything I want. Do you know any thing I want?”
“Well, no,” said Maggie. “I think you have about every thing asensible child could want. I can’t remember a single thing; and thatis rather a bad business not to have some thing you _want_ for yourbirthday present. I think, after all, maybe it is a better economy notto have all you want; but to save up your wishes, so you can think ofsomething when any person tells you to choose a present.”
Maggie said this with her wiseacre air, and Belle and Bessie listenedwith solemn admiration, believing it to be a speech containing a greatdeal of wisdom; nor, indeed, do I know that they were far wrong.
“How much is your father going to cost for your present?” asked Bessie.
“I asked him that,” said Belle; “and he said that ’pended on whatI wanted. He said if it was a locket or necklace, or any thing thatwould keep till I was a big girl, he would not mind giving a good dealof money for it, he had to give me a present from mamma and himselftoo; but if it was only a toy I could break or be tired of in a littlewhile, it would not be right to frow away much money on it. That isjust what he said. I ’member it very well. But I don’t want a locketor those kind of things, there’s a whole lot of my own mamma’s prettythings I can have when I’m a big girl. Papa is keeping them for me,and I like those best. And I can’t think of a toy, not one;” and Bellelooked quite melancholy over her want of wants.
“Yes,” said Maggie again, “I b’lieve you have every thing in the worlda child could want.”
“Not my mamma,” said Belle, with the touch of sadness which always cameover her when she thought or spoke of her dead mother.
“Dear Belle,” said Maggie, tenderly. “But then God gives us our mammas;and I only meant things that earth people could give you.”
“And, Belle, darling,” said Bessie, “your mamma is yours yet, even ifshe has gone to Jesus! It is only that she is more of Jesus’s, and Heis more of hers now she is in His home with Him.”
Belle wiped away the tears which had gathered in her eyes; and then,with Bessie’s arm about her neck, and Maggie holding her hand, satgazing up into the cloudless, blue sky, almost as if she expected tosee the face of her “angel-mother” looking down with tender love uponher.
They all three sat silent for a few moments. The waves--they werehardly more than wavelets, on this still, calm day--came up with theirgentle murmur upon the beach; and there was a sort of golden haze uponthe sea, and far off on the horizon, telling, perhaps, of a coming foglater in the day: but the sky was clear above them now, and all wasbright and fair around.
The quiet and the peace stole into all three little hearts,--God’speace, which He gives to those who love and trust in Him, and whostrive to do His work, and bear His will, with simple faith that Heknows best, and will order all things right.
Old Daphne and Jane, each with her work, sat at a little distance, butdid not interfere with the children more than to see they
did notrun into any danger; and were occupied with their own conversation,the burden of which, on Daphne’s side, was the extreme loveliness andsweetness of her young mistress; while each story that she told ofBelle’s goodness and smartness was immediately matched with one fromJane of the wisdom and droll sayings of her particular young charge.Each bird sang loud in praise of her own nestling; but the little birdsthemselves neither heard nor heeded.
“Belle,” said Bessie, after a little, “a thought came into my mind justnow; no, not into my _mind_ either. I guess it was into my _heart_, itwas such a thought of love.”
“What was it?” asked Belle, looking as if all thoughts of love were in_her_ heart towards the dear Bessie.
“About your mamma,” said Bessie. “You know your papa said he had togive you a present from her. I just thought if maybe you wouldn’t liketo have her present something that by and by would be fit to go back toheaven like a jewel for our Father.”
“Yes, I would,” answered Belle, to whom the oft-repeated,oft-referred-to story was nearly as familiar and as dear as it was toMaggie and Bessie. “Yes, I would; but what thing could I ask for thatwould be like that? If you want any thing or Maggie, I’ll ask papa forit, and give it to you, liever than to have it myself, you’re so dearand good to me. I would, Bessie.”
“Oh, no, Belle!” said Bessie. “I never would _hint_ you to give me athing. Mamma says that is not a nice thing to do; and I was thinking ofsomething better than that, something that would be a great, great helpto some one, and last a great, great while, maybe for ever.”
“Well,” said Belle, “why don’t you tell me what it is? You know Idon’t have a great deal of _think_ in me to find out how to do good forofers; but I b’lieve I have some _do_ in me when I know how.”
“Yes, you have,” said Maggie, “and some day you’ll learn how to thinkfor yourself. You see you have not been quite so much brought up to itas we have. That’s the mercy of having such a papa and mamma as ours.”
“Well,” said Belle rather hurt, “my papa is very such too, and I’drafer have him than any papa.”
“Oh, yes!” said Maggie quickly, seeing that she had made a mistake,and hastening to heal the wound she had unintentionally given; “to besure you would, and I didn’t mean the least discompliment to your papa,Belle; but you know he has had a great deal of trouble, and so has nothad time to teach you so much as our papa and mamma have taught us.”
“Yes, I know it,” said Belle, quite satisfied with this apology; “buttell me now, Bessie, I can’t think what you mean.”
“Water-lily boy,” said Bessie, willing to give Belle the credit ofthinking out the matter for herself.
Belle looked puzzled.
“Lily boy, Johnny, school,” said Bessie, helping her along.
“Oh!” said Belle, as Bessie’s meaning came to her, “do you mean I couldask papa to give the money for Johnny to go to school next winter?”
“Yes, dear,” said Bessie; “and it’s partly your mamma’s present itwould seem as if you and she were doing good together, and as if thehelp for Johnny came from heaven.”
“Bessie! oh, you precious love!” burst forth Maggie. “You need neversay another word about my having good ideas. If I have ideas aboutcompositions and things, you have a great deal better ones aboutliving. I never did see such a child as you are,--no, never; and I hopeI never will: one of such a kind as you are is quite enough for _me_;”and Maggie, after gazing at her sister with an air of the most intensepride and satisfaction, threw her arms about her neck and kissed her.“Don’t you think that is lovely, Belle?” she said; “and don’t you wantto do it?”
But little Belle sat silent for a moment, her eyes raised again towardsher dear mother’s home, her hands clasped, and a gentle, happy smile onher lips.
Then she spoke, with that same, soft smile, and with a peaceful lightin her eyes.
“I was just saying a little prayer inside of my mouf,” she said, “toask Jesus to make papa feel like doing it, so dear mamma and I can dosome work for Him togefer. And papa will be helping too, all fee of ustogefer,” added the dear little thing, to whom no thought could bringmore happiness than the one that mamma in heaven, waiting for papa andBelle, would know and be glad when she tried to please Jesus and to doHis work.
“I shall tell your papa Johnny is an honest boy,” said Maggie. “Youknow we know he is, that day when the lilies were six cents a bunch,and he had no pennies change for the ten cents I gave him, he would notkeep it, but pulled four lilies out of another bunch to make it evenwith me. I told him he could keep it all, too.”
“I guess he is a pretty good boy,” said Bessie. “Sallie says he is.”
“I’ll tell papa all about him,” said Belle, which she did as her fatherdrove home with her that evening in the starlight. The fog which themorning haze had foretold had lasted but a few hours, and all was nowagain fair and clear.
“Has my pet thought of what she wants me to give her on her birthday?”said Mr. Powers.
“Yes, papa.”
“Ah! Maggie and Bessie helped you to it, I suppose. I thought theywould,” said Mr. Powers.
“Papa,” said Belle, leaning her head upon her father’s breast, andgazing upward at the stars, “if a present comes from mamma, it mustcome from heaven, and so it ought to be somefing very, very good: don’tyou think so?”
“It shall be what my darling pleases, if papa can bring it about,” saidMr. Powers, drawing her closer to him as she sat upon his knee.
“The fought of it came from heaven, I know papa,” Belle went on.“Bessie gave it to me; and I am sure Jesus gave it to her.”
“What is it, dearest?” asked her father.
So Belle told her father of the “lily boy” and his desire to go toschool, and of what she wanted for her birthday gift from him and dearmamma.
“And you would really rather I should do this than to have any thingfor yourself, my little girl?” said he.
“Yes, papa, really, really I would; and then you know, papa, if thepresent comes from mamma and you, it will be as if she and me and youdid a little work for Jesus, all fee togefer,” and she put up herlittle soft hand caressingly against his mouth.
He took it in his and kissed it, but no more was said for a littlewhile, as they drove slowly home in the still summer night.
“Will you promise, papa?” said Belle at last.
“Yes, darling, I will promise; that is, you shall send the boy toschool if I find he is steady and good, and his parents are deservingpeople.”
“And if not, papa?” questioned his little daughter, fearful lest thisplan, which seemed to bring her nearer to her mother, should fail herat the last.
“If not, or if I find any reason why this thing is not wise, I will setaside the sum of money it would have taken, and we will soon find someway in which mamma’s gift may do work for Jesus.”
Belle was satisfied.
“I am so glad my darling is learning to be unselfish, and to takethought for others,” continued Mr. Powers.
“It’s all Maggie’s and Bessie’s fault, papa, all their fault. It nevercame to me, myself; but they taught me how. And it makes me want to begood when I see them good, even when they don’t tell me a word.”
“Yes,” said her father: “I think it has been a great blessing to you toknow Maggie and Bessie.”
“They’re the best of all my blessings, ’cept only you, papa. I’m agreat, great deal happier since I knew them, and I guess gooder too.I don’t slap Daphne now; and I don’t fret so much when you tell me athing can’t not: do I papa?”
“No, my darling,” said her father: “my little Belle is becoming verygood and obedient, and I see she takes pains with her quick temper too.”
Mr. Powers felt as if he could not bear to part from his darling thatnight, and when Daphne had undressed her and laid her in her bed, hewent and sat beside her, and held her little hand.
“Put out the light, and leave the window open, papa,” she pleade
d;“so we can look up at dear mamma’s home. See how bright the stars are.Bessie says the water-lilies are like the stars come down here, so wecan think the stars are heaven’s lilies; but they do not fade like thelilies; do they, papa?” She rambled on half sleepily, without waitingfor an answer. “And Jesus never fades, nor the angels He takes up toHis heaven. Papa, I’ll try to be like a little water-lily, and thenwhen Jesus has done wif me on earf, He will gafer me up to His homewhere mamma is.”
So she talked on about mamma and Jesus and heaven till sleep came, andshe forgot alike the joys and sorrows of her young life.
But her father sat there, long after she fell asleep, and thoughtwith more pleasure than any thing had given him since his wife’sdeath, of the work which “all fee togefer” might do for Jesus. Andas he remembered the many mercies which God had still left to him,especially the blessing of this loving little child, he took shame tohimself that he had allowed his own great grief to make him forget thewants and troubles of others; and he resolved that on each Christmasand birthday, from this time forth, Belle’s gift from her “mamma inheaven,” should be the means of doing good to some one who needed it.
He was as good as his word respecting the water-lily boy; and the verynext day went to work to find if Johnny Howe and his parents wereworthy of the help his little daughter wished to offer them.
All was satisfactory. Johnny’s parents proved to be industrious,deserving people, with whom the world had gone rather hardly for thelast year or two. Johnny himself, a bright boy, eager to learn, andwho made the most of all his opportunities. His father and motherthankfully accepted the offer Mr. Powers made to provide for hiseducation as long as they should need such help; and dear little Bellewas made happy in this “birfday present.”
Belle’s were not the only young eyes which gazed upward at the starrysky that night with sweet thoughts of the heaven beyond.
Maggie and Bessie had gone out with Colonel Rush to see Mr. Powers andBelle drive away; and the evening was so soft, and warm and lovely,that after they had gone the Colonel sat down upon the steps of thepiazza to enjoy it, with one of his pets on either side of him.
It was very quiet: only two sounds broke the stillness; the ceaselesssong of the sea,--very low and gentle it was to-night,--and minglingwith it came the sweet tones of Mrs. Rush’s voice, as she sang her babyto sleep in one of the upper rooms. They all sat listening to the twohymns; so different, yet with no discord between them; the music of theone blending so perfectly with the music of the other.
For a moment the sweet singer above paused; then, unconscious of thelistening ears below, began,--
“I was a wandering sheep.”
It carried the Colonel back, back to that time, now nearly two yearssince, when on just such a night as this, with those same minglingvoices sounding in his ears, peace and rest had flowed in on histroubled soul; when striving to reach the light pointed out by thebeloved little messenger beside him, he had laid hold upon the cross,and felt its brightness all about him. Its rays had beamed clearlyfor him ever since; for he knew from whence they shone, and that theyshould never fail him.
The baby slept, and the young mother’s voice ceased as she laid itin its cradle: but its father sat on, with the music still soundingin his heart; and, as if the holy spell were on them too, his littlecompanions sat as motionless and silent,--Maggie leaning on his knee,Bessie with her hand nestled in his, her head laid lovingly against hisarm.
Suddenly, some one threw back a blind from the library-window, and astream of light was thrown from within upon the sunny, brown curlswhich lay against the Colonel’s shoulder. He looked down at her.
“Bessie, what were you thinking of, darling?” he asked, as he saw thewistful face and earnest eyes, which seemed as if they saw beyond thestars.
“A good many things, Uncle Horace,” answered the little one. “Ithought about Belle, and how glad her mamma must be to see how hard shetries to be good, and I know it is hard for Belle to be good sometimes;and about heaven and Jesus. And then I thought about our travels, andhow good our Father in heaven has been to us, and how I wished I coulddo something very much for Him; and then--and then--Uncle Horace, Idon’t know what made me, I think it was the sound of the waves--Ithought about one night at Quam Beach, when I lay awake a great while,and looked out at the stars and heard the waves making just such a softsound--and--and--I was saying a good many little prayers about you,Uncle Horace: it was the night before the next morning when you told meyou had found Jesus, and was going to be His soldier.”
There was no answer in words; but his arm found its way around her, andclasped her closer, and when the brave soldier could steady his voice,it was to Maggie he spoke.
“And what was my honey-bee thinking of, to keep her so quiet?”
“I was thinking of our travels too, Uncle Horace,” answered Maggie;“but not in such a very superior manner as Bessie. I was thinking whata lovely time we have had all these months; and now how glad I am thatpapa and mamma have come to decision to stay in Newport till it is timeto go home in the autumn. I like Chalecoo; but I’d rather stay in thislovely place than to go anywhere else. And now our travels are done.”
“For the present, yes,” said the Colonel; “but we have all still oneroad to keep, one journey to go, dear Maggie: that journey that shallend at last in our Father’s house.”
“Yes,” said Maggie, with grave sweetness: “the narrow road, where thegolden letters and the silver thread shall guide us, and where ourBrother will help us where it is too hard for us to go alone.”
“And where our Father has let us find a few jewels for Him, I b’lieve,”chimed in Bessie’s soft voice. “I hope we may find some more, but Heknows best.”
“‘They that seek shall find,’ if they search by the light of God’s HolyWord,” said the Colonel, laying a loving hand on each little head; “butwe may not know what treasures are ours, till the day when he shallmake up His jewels.”
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And now go forth on your travels, my Maggie and Bessie, followed bythe earnest prayer that you may be the means of drawing other littlepilgrims to journey beside the green pastures and still waters of theway of salvation, led by the hand of the gentle Shepherd, who hassaid, “Suffer little children to come unto me;” and who will guide themat last to that perfect home, prepared for such as are of “the kingdomof heaven.”
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