66 Well, well, it is no use to fret over what can't be undone I wish I could help you, but I don't see any chance just now." "Could not get some plain sewing? Perhaps the managers would give me work ?" "Ah, Beulah, it would soon kill you, to have to sew for your living." "No, no, I can bear more than you think," answered the girl with a dreary smile. "Yes, your spirit can endure more than your body. Your father died with consumption, child; but don't fret about it any more to night. Come, get some supper, and then go to sleep. You will stay in my room, with me, dear, till something can be done to assist you." "Mrs. Williams, you must promise me that you never will speak of what I have told you, regarding that conversation with Mrs. Chilton." "I promise you, dear, I never will mention it, since you prefer keeping the matter secret." "What will Dr. Hartwell think of me?" was the recurring thought, that would not be banished; and, unable to sleep, Beulah tossed restlessly on her pillow all night, dreading lest he should despise her for her seeming ingratitude. CHAPTER XI. PERPLEXITY— MRS. CHILTON'S BEHAVIOUR TO BEULAH-HER LOR perhaps two hours after Beulah's departure, Mrs. Chilton wandered up and down the parlors, revolving_numerous schemes, explanatory of her unexpected exodus. Completely nonplused, for the first time in her life, she sincerely rued the expression of dislike and contempt which had driven the orphan from her adopted home; and, unable to decide on the most plausible solution to be offered her brother, she paced restlessly, to and fro. Engrossed by no particularly felicitous reflections, she failed to notice Mazeppa's quick tramp, and remained in ignorance of the doctor's return, until he entered the room, and stood beside her. His manner was hurried, his thoughts evidently preoccupied, as he said: May, I am going into the country to be absent all of tomorrow, and possibly longer. There is some surgical work to be performed for a careless hunter, and I must start immediately. I want you to see that a room is prepared for Percy Lockhart. He is very feeble, and I have invited him to come and stay with me while he is in the city. He rode out this evening, and is worse from the fatigue. I shall expect you to see that everything is provided for him that an invalid could desire. Can I depend upon you ?" 66 Certainly; I will exert myself to render his stay here pleasant; make yourself easy on that score." It was very evident that the cloud was rapidly lifting from her heart and prospects; but she veiled the sparkle in her eye, and unsuspicious of anything amiss her brother left the room. Walking up to one of the mirrors, which extended from floor to ceiling, she surveyed herself carefully, and a triumphant smile parted her lips. "Percy Lockhart is vulnerable as well as other people, and I have yet to see the man whose heart will proudly withstand the allurements of flattery, provided the homage is delicately and gracefully offered. Thank heaven! years have touched me lightly, and there was more truth than she relished in what Julia Vincent said about my beauty!" This self-complacent soliloquy was cut short by the appearance of her brother, who carried a case of surgical instruments in his hand. May, tell Beulah I am sorry I did not see her. I would go up and wake her, but have not time. She wished to ask me something. Tell her, if it is anything of importance, to do just as she likes; I will see about it when I come home. Be sure you tell her. Good night; take care of Percy." He turned away, but she exclaimed: "She is not here, Guy. She asked me this evening if she might spend the night at the Asylum. She thought you would not object, and certainly I had no authority to prevent her. Indeed the parlor was full of company, and I told her she might go if she wished. I suppose she will be back early in the morning." His face darkened instantly, and she felt that he was searching her with his piercing eyes. "All this sounds extremely improbable to me.. If she is not at home again at breakfast, take the carriage and go after her. Mind, May! I will sift the whole matter when I come back." He hurried off, and she breathed freely once more. Dr. Hartwell sprang into his buggy, to which a fresh horse had been attached, and dismissing Hal, whose weight would only have retarded his progress, he drove rapidly off. The gate had been left open for him, and he was passing through, when arrested by Harriet's wellknown voice. Stop, master! Stop a minute!" "What, do you want? I can't stop!" cried he impatiently. "Are you going after that poor, motherless child ?" "No. But what the devil is to pay here? I shall get at the truth now. Where is Beulah? talk fast." "She is at the Asylum to-night, sir. I followed and watched the poor, little thing. Master, if you don't listen to me, if you please, sir, you never will get at the truth, for that child won't tell it. I heard her promise Miss May she would not. You would be ready to fight if you knew all I know." 66 'Why did Beulah leave here this evening ?" "Because Miss May abused and insulted her; told her before some ladies that she was a "miserable beggar" that you picked up at the hospital, and that you thought it was charity to feed and clothe her till she was big enough to work. The ladies were in the front yard, and the child happened to be sitting by the fountain; she had just come from riding. I was sewing at one of the windows up-stairs, sir, and heard every word. When the folks were gone, Miss May walks up to her and asks her what she is doing where anybody could see her? Oh, master! if you could have seen that child's looks. She fairly seemed to rise off her feet, and her face was as white as a corpse. She said she had wanted an education; that she knew you had been very kind; but she never dreamed of taking Miss Pauline's place in your house. She said she would not stay where she was unwelcome; that she was not starving when you took her home; that she knew you were kind and good; but that she scorned-them were the very words, master-she scorned to stay a day longer where she had been so insulted! Oh, she was in a towering rage; she trembled all over, and Miss May began to be scared, for she knew you would not suffer such doings, and she tried to pacify her and make up the quarrel by telling her she might stay and have an education, if that was all she wanted. But the girl would not hear to anything she said, and told her she need not be frightened, that she wouldn't go to you with the fuss; she would not tell you why she left your house. She went to her room and she got every rag of her old clothes, and left the house with the tears raining out of her eyes. Oh, master, it's a crying shame! If you had only been here to hear that child talk to Miss May. Good Lord-how her big eyes did blaze when she told her she could earn a living!" By the pale moonlight she could see that her master's face was rigid as steel; but his voice was even calmer than usual, when he asked: "Are you sure she is now at the Asylum ?" "Yes, sir; sure.' "Very well; she is safe then for the present. Does any one know that you heard the conversation ?" "Not a soul, sir, except yourself." "Keep the matter perfectly quiet till I come home. I shall be away a day, or perhaps longer; meantime, see that Beulah does not get out of your sight. Do you understand me ?" "Yes, sir-I do." The buggy rolled swiftly on, and Harriet returned to the house by a circuitous route, surmising that "Miss May's" eyes might detect her movements. The same night, Clara Sanders sat on the door-step of her humble cottage home. The moonlight crept through the clustering honeysuckle and silvered the piazza floor with grotesque fretwork, while it bathed lovingly the sad face of the girlish watcher. Her chin rested in her palms, and the soft eyes were bent anxiously on the countenance of her infirm and aged companion. "Grand-pa, don't look so troubled. I am very sorry, too, about the diploma; but if I am not to have it, why, there is no use in worrying about it. Madam St. Cymon is willing to employ me as I am, and certainly I should feel grateful for her preference, when there are several applicants for the place. She told me this evening that she thought I would find no difficulty in performing what would be required of me." This was uttered in a cheerful tone, which might have succeeded very well had the sorrowful face been veiled. "Ah, Clara, you don't dream of the burden you are taking upon yourself! The position of assistant teacher, in an establishment like Madam St. Cymon's, is one that you are by nature totally unfitted for. Child, it will gall your spirit; it will be unendurable." The old man sighed heavily. "Still, I have been educated with an eye to teaching, and though I am now to occupy a very subordinate place, the trials will not be augmented. On the whole, I do not know but it is best as it is. Do not try to discourage me. It is all I can do, and I am determined I will not despond about what can't be helped." 66 My dear child, I did not mean to depress you. But you are so young to bow your neck to such a yoke! How old are you?" He turned round to look at her. "Only sixteen and a few months. Life is before me yet, an untrodden plain. Who knows but this narrow path of duty may lead to a calm, sweet resting-place for us both? I was thinking just now of that passage from your favorite Wallenstein: My soul's secure! In the night only, Friedland's stars can beam.' The darkness has come down upon us, grand-pa; let us wait patiently for the uprising of stars. I am not afraid of the night." There was silence for some moments; then the old man rose, and, putting back the white locks which had fallen over his face, asked, in a subdued tone: "When will you commence your work?" "To-morrow, sir." "God bless you, Clara, and give you strength, as he sees you have need." He kissed her fondly, and withdrew to his own room. She sat for some time looking vacantly at the mosaic of light and hade on the floor before her, and striving to divest her mind of the aunting thought that she was the victim of some unyielding necessity, whose decree had gone forth, and might not be annulled. In early childhood her home had been one of splendid affluence; but reverses came, thick and fast, as misfortunes ever do, and, ere she could realize the swift transition, penury claimed her family among its crowding legions. Discouraged and embittered, her father made the wine-cup the sepulchre of care, and in a few months found a deeper and far more quiet grave. His mercantile embarrassments had dragged his father-in-law to ruin; and, too aged to toil up the steep again, the latter resigned himself to spending the remainder of his days in obscurity, and perhaps want. To Clara's gifted mother, he looked for aid and comfort in the clouded evening of life, and with unceasing energy she toiled to Ishield her father and child from actual labor. Thoroughly acquainted with music and drawing, her days were spent in giving lessons in those branches which had been acquired with reference to personal enjoyment alone, and the silent hours of the night often passed in stitching the garments of those who had flocked to her costly entertainments in days gone by. When Clara was about thirteen years of age, a distant relative chancing to see her, kindly proposed to contribute the sum requisite for affording her every educational advantage. The offer was gratefully accepted by the devoted mother, and Clara was placed at Madam St. Cymon's where more than ordinary attention could be bestowed on the languages. The noble woman, whose heart had bled incessantly over the misery, ruin, and degradation of her husband, sank slowly under the intolerable burden of sorrows, and a few weeks previous to the evening of which I write, folded her weary hands and went home to rest. In the springtime of girlhood, Clara felt herself transformed into a woman. Standing beside her mother's tomb, supporting her grandfather's tottering form, she shuddered in anticipating the dreary future that beckoned her on; and now as if there were not troubles enough already to disquiet her the annual amount advanced toward her school expenses was suddenly withdrawn. The cousin, residing in a distant State, wrote that pecuniary troubles had assailed him, and prevented all further assistance. In one more year she would have finished the prescribed course and graduated honourably; and more than all, she would have obtained a diploma, which might have been an "open sesame" to any post she aspired to. Thus frustrated in her plans, she gladly accepted the position of assistant teacher in the primary department, which, having become vacant by the dismissal of the incumbent, madam kindly tendered her. The salary was limited, of course, but nothing else presented itself, and quitting the desk, where she had so often pored over her text-books, she prepared to grapple with the trials which thickly beset the path of a young woman thrown upon her own resources for maintenance. Clara was naturally amiable, unselfish, and trusting. She was no intellectual prodigy |