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ELIZABETH   GLEN,    M.B.: 

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A    T^OABDTNG-HOUSE   EOifANCE. 

T  HAD  dropped  in  late  one  afternoon  to  see  my 
friend,  Dr.  Elizabeth  Glen,  of  18,  Rayburn  Place, 
Bloomsbury,  bein^'  anxious  to  interest  lier  in  a  cas3 
which  had  excited  my  own  sympathy  and  compassion. 
I  was  disappointed  to  find  her  not  at  liome  ;  hut 
hearing  that  she  was  momentarily  expected,  1  elected 

to  await  her  return,  and  was  ushered  into  her  study 

dear  little  (H)sy,  womanly  room-wliere  she  and  I  had 
had  many  a  c(mfidenrial  talk.  The  history  of  our 
first  acquaintance  would,  in  itself,  make  no  bad  story, 
but  I  need  not  enter  into  it  here.  Suffice  to  say,  that 
though  there  is  a  disparity  of  twelve  years— a  goodh- 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  MM. 


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slicp  in  a  woman's  Jifo — between  ns,  we  are  friends 
close  and  dear.  There  are  but  few  j)ages  in  my  life 
she  has  not  read  ;  none,  T  believe,  in  hers  she  has 
not  laid  bare  to  me.  The  difference  in  onr  domestic 
Jiifairs — I  being  married,  she  single- has  made  no 
difference  in  our  friendship.  She  is  a  woman  of  so 
large  a  heart  and  so  wide  an  experience  tliat  I  have 
ofteii  said  wifehood  and  motherhood  coulu  scarcely 
imi  rove  her  in  that  respect.  It  alwa3's  soothes  me 
to  go  iuto  my  friend's  room,  even  when  she  is  abserit 
from  it ;  her  spirit  seems  to  be  always  there.  It  does 
not  differ  materially  from  the  ))rivate  room  of  pro- 
fessional men,  has  the  orthodox  bookcase,  study  table, 
and  consulting  coucli  ;  but  it  has  many  other  touches 
— a  perfect  harmony  of  colours,  a  judicious  arrange- 
ment of  pictures  and  ornaments,  and  the  inevitable 
flowers,  without  which  no  woman's  roo'm  is  complete. 
I  laid  my  cloak  on  the  couch,  took  off  my  gloves, 
and  lifted  the  medical  journal  slie  had  evidently 
hastily  left.  I  looked  into  it  witli  but  a  lan^ijuid 
interest,  finding  nothing  new.  Of  medical  doings 
and  savings  I  have  so  much  in  mv  own  home  that 
1  have  lost  that  morbid  interest  in  them  sometimes 
exhibited  by  the  uninitiated,  thougli  familiarity  has 
still   deepened  my  conviction  that  the   medical   pro- 


A   BOARDIXCfinr'^E  ROM.WCE. 


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fession,  rcpirded  from  the  highest  standpoint,  is  tlie 
noblest  in  the  world. 

Presently  I  laid  down  the  paper,  and  gazing 
intently  into  tln^  tire,  ruminated  upon  a  matter 
whieh  was  troubiinjjr  ine  eonsiderablv  tlie  elioice  of 
a  subject  It  was  not  tliat  I  laeked  material ;  the 
jK)int  was  to  find  something  at  once  personal  and 
interesting.  Sitting  there,  in  Dr.  Glen's  own  ehair, 
the  intuition  I  had  so  longed  for  came  to  me.  1 
would  ask  her  ]»ermission  to  record  her  experiences. 
Many  of  them  1  knew,  sonie  of  them  Iliad  shared. 
3Iy  mind  was  illumined  by  tliis  brilliant  idea  when 
1  heard  her  latchkey  in  the  door,  and  her  firm  but 
light  foot  coming  towards  the  rooui  wjiere  I  sat. 

1  jumped  up  ;  and  I  suppose  I  must  have  looked 
])nrticularly  animated  at  the  moment  when  she 
opened  the  door,  for  she  gave  a  little  satisfied 
nod. 

"  You  looked  worried  last  time  I  saw  yon.  You've 
got  a  light,  evidently.     How  are  you  to-day  ?  " 

Wliile  we  shook  hands  I  looked  at  her  with  a  new 
interest.  I  had  long  loved  her  as  a  friend,  and 
admired  her  as  a  woman,  both  physically  and  men- 
tally>  She  was  now  to  become  something  more,  if 
she  could  be  persuaded— the  heroine  of  a  tale.     Ai>'l 


4  ELIZABETH  GLE1\\   M.B, 

as  T  looked,  I  told  myself  she  was  an  ideal  heroine, 
intensely  interesting,  because  she  looked  ratlier  dif- 
ferent from  tlie  ordinary  dazzling  creatures  with 
perfect  features  and  crowns  of  golden  hair  whom  we 
are  ex])ected  to  trot  out  in  tlie  jiages  of  fiction  for 
the  delectation  of  those  who  admire  such  uncommon 
beautv.  I  have  alwavs  considered  Elizabeth  Glen  to 
be  a  beautiful  woman,  and  she  is  so  still.  Can  vou 
conceive  of  a  perfect  combination  of  womanliness  and 
strength  in  the  outline  of  face  and  figure  ?  Rather 
above  the  middle  height,  straight  as  a  pole,  well 
moulded,  and  elegantly  dressed,  a  sweet,  grave, 
uttrac-tive  face,  with  a  mobile  yet  firm  mouth, 
and  glorious  grey  eyes,  capable  of  a  bewildering 
change  of  expression — such  is  my  friend  as  she 
appears  to  me  ;  beantifol,  womanly,  lovable  ex- 
ceedingly. 

"  I  am  very  well,"  I  said,  "  and  I  am  happy  because 
I  have  got  a  new  idea,  though  it  is  jnst  possible  that 
von  may  shatter  it  to  atoms." 

"  Am  I  such  a  bloodtliirsty  wretch  ?  "  she  in- 
quired, as  slie  laid  down  her  hat,  and  pushed  her 
fingers  through  the  short  bright  hair  above  her 
brow. 

"  I  knew  you  were  here  to-day  ;  I  felt  it  as  I  came 


A   BOARDING-HOUSE  ROMANCE. 


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along  the  street,  and  was  glad  of  it.  I  liave  had  a 
long,  hard  day,  and  have  not  broken  my  last  since 
breakfast." 

'*  But  that  is  nothing  unnsual ;  and  you  don't  dine 
for  an  hour  vet." 

"  No ;  but  Margaret  will  bring  us  tea  presently. 
You  are  all  well  at  home,  I  su|)])ose?  And  now  for 
the    new  idea.     Will   it  help,  do  you  think?" 

"  Yes,  if  you  will  give  it  a  chance." 

**II  What  can  I  have  to  do  with  it?  My  dear, 
nobody  in  this  world,  except  perhajts  your  own 
husband,  can  be  more  tnterested  ia  your  work 
than  1  am,  but  I  do  not  aspire  to  help  you,  except 
by  being  an  occasional  safety  valve  for  your  grum- 
blings." 

"  You  liave  hel])ed  me  often,  though,"  I  could  not 
help  saying.  "  Often  when  1  have  been  depressed 
you  have  uplift ei I  me." 

"  How  ?  I  should  like  to  hear  in  what  way,"  she 
said,  leaning  her  elbows  on  lier  knees,  and,  with  her 
chin  in  her  hands,  looking  over  at  me  with  those 
large,  lovely,  iiKjuiring  eyes,  which  must  have 
wrought  havoc  with  many  a  man's  peace,  thougii 
I  have  seldom  dared  to  hint  at  it. 

"  Oh,  because  you  are  strong  j  purpose-like,  as  we 


ELIZA liLTU   GLE.\\    MB. 


Si'otcli  sav.     You  alwavs  look   as  if  von  could  sur- 
mount  any  difficulty,  and  rejoice  in  it." 

"  Tiien  I'm  a  fraud,  I  fear.  I  have  my  cravings 
for  the  idle  life  of  other  women  ;  as  to-day,  for  in- 
stance, wlien  desire  has  faiUnl,  the  gra-;sho|){)er  has 
been  a  burden,  and  so  on." 

"  Your  digestion  is  out  of  order,"  I  ventured  to 
remark  l»oldlv  ;  "  and  anvhovv,  I  am  not  in  the  least 
symjiatlietic  to-day,  except  towards  myself.  I'm 
swallowed  up  in  this  new  idea.  Don't  yon  want  to 
hear  it  ?  " 

*' 1  sliall  liave  to  hear  it,  I  supjjose,  whether  I  do 
or  not,"  slie  said  resignedly,  and  leaned  back  in  lier 
chair  with  lier  elbows  on  the  arms,  and  her  long, 
slender,  strengthful  fingers  meeting  at  the  tips,  "  so 
go  aiiead  ;  and  if  i  shut  my  eyes,  pray  don't  imagine 
1  have  gone  to  sleej)." 

"  You  won't  shut  your  eyes,  I  promise  you.  I've 
got  the  title  for  mv  new  series  of  short  stories.  Will 
you  make  a  guess  at  it  ?  " 

"  No  ;  time,  and  leisure,  especially,  are  too  precious 
to  be  so  scaiidalouslv  wasted.  Don't  treat  me  like 
a  baby,  or  try  to  wliet  my  curiosity.  Be  honest, 
as  it  is  your  nature  to  be,  and   tell   me    what   you 


mean. 


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J    hO^RDL\f:-/IOUSE  ROMANCE.  7 

"  Don't  you  think  it  will  look  well  ?  "  I  sjtid,  tearing 
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ELTZARKTH   GLKN,   M.B.  : 
EXPi:itTKy('KS   OF  A    LADY  DOCTOR. 

She  took  it  in  licr  hand,  evod  it  steadily  for  a 
moment,  and  then  threw  it  into  the  fire. 

"The  new  idea  is  exploded,  dear,"  she  said,  gently 
but  firmly.     "  Now  for  the  evolution  of  another." 

I  slid  down  from  my  cliair,  and,  f(  Iding  my  hands 
on  her  knees,  began  to  talk  very  rapidly,  and,  as  1 
thought,  very  convincingly.  I  can't  remember  all  I 
said,  but  I  know  I  t 'ied  to  sliow  lier  what  a  glorious 
idea  v.  was,  and  how  capable  of  being  worked  riglit 
to  a  successlul  issue,  if  only  she  would  not  be  as 
obstinate  as  a  mule. 

"  Well,  I  must  say  you  plead  well,  but  what  about 
my  reputation  ?  1  sliall  have  lialf-a-dozen,  or  a  dozen, 
libel  actions  immediately.  Pray,  will  you  bear  the 
costs  of  these,  provided  1  am  willing  to  bear  the 
ignominv  ?  " 

1  got  up  then,  feeling  a  trifle  aggrieved. 

*'  1  see  you  are  not  amenable  to  any  kind  of  reason, 
Elizabeth  Glen,''  1  remarked,  "  so  1  am  going.     No  ; 


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8  LUAAHETH    ULEN,   M.B. 

not  even  Marj^aret's  .«coaes  will  lure  me  to  stop 
to-(lav  :  " 

"  Sit  down,  you  spitfire,  and  let  us  talk  over  this 
utterly  unfeasible  scheme  rationally.  Don't  you  fore- 
see a  thousand  complications  that  might  arise— 
complications  from  which,  clever  women  though  we 
account  ourselves,  we  might  find  it  difficult  to 
escape  ?  " 

"Oh,  there  are  difficulties  in  everytliing,  if  you  go 
to  look  for  them,"  1  interrupted  lamely. 

"  Besides,  I  am  a  sane  wonmn,  if  a  trifle  erratic, 
and  I'm  not  going  to  walk  open-eyed  into  mischief/* 

"  There  is  such  a  thin^  as  changing  names  and 
disguising  facts,  is  tliere  not  ?  "  I  suggested  mildly. 

"Here  comes  Margaret,  timely  interruption,"  said 
my  friend  witii  assumed  relief;  and  the  gaunt,  keen- 
eyed,  faithful  servant-woman,  who  had  gone  into  exile 
for  love  of  her  mistress'  "dear  bairn,"  came  marching 
into  the  room,  bearing  the  tray. 

Those  who  did  not  know  Margaret  Inglis  abhorred 
her  ;  those  who  did,  adored  her.  There  was  no  middle 
course.  I  belonged  to  the  ranks  of  the  latter  class, 
and  she  had  so  far  overcome  her  prejudice  against  a 
woman  who  wrote  uovells,  as  slie  pronounced  it,  with 
an   indescribable,   inimitable   accent   of  scorn,  as   to 


A    liUARUII^l.-IiUUSL   HOMANCL. 


stop 


bake  scones  espeiiiiUy  for  my  comini::  ;  and  that 
meant  a  j^roat  deal  more  thsm  any  men'  words.  She 
paused,  privileged  by  her  phice  iu  the  household,  to 
inquire  kindly  for  me  and  mine,  and  when  she  departed 
her  mistress  did  not  speak. 

"Margaret  will  stand  out  beautifully — a  kind  of 
Caleb  Balderstou  in  petticoats,"  1  said  cheerfully, 
''  and  her  devotion  to  vou  is  one  of  the  sweetest  thinjirs 
J  have  ever  seen.  My  dear  Eli/.iibeth,  yon  can't 
escape  yonr  destiny.  Your  personality  is  too  striking 
and  too  lovely  to  be  passed  over." 

Still  my  friend  did  not  spejik,  but  I  saw  a  waver- 
ing, lovely  smile  touch  licr  mouth  into  exquisite 
sweetness.  I  took  it  as  a  sign  that  a  thaw  was  ap- 
proaching. 

"Now,"  I  said,  "just  do  one  thing  for  me.  Tell 
me  the  story  of  your  first  patient,  just  as  you  told 
me  it  that  mcmfjraLle  day,  seven  years  ago,  when 
we  first  met.  I  shnll  take  it  down  in  shortliand, 
and  after  I  liave  manipulated  il  at  home,  read  it 
over  to  you.  Tiien  1  promise  you  tliat  if  you  still 
entirely   disapprove,   I    shall   never   broach    the   idea 


agam. 


>» 


"  Very  well.     I'm  called  a  strong-minded  woman, 
but  it  seems  to  me  when  you  talk  to  me  that  1  have 


i 


lO 


ELI Z.'i BETH     (.LEN,    MB. 


no  barkltoiie  except  the  inoa«rre  jmrtion  yon  pfnutiouHly 
allow  iiu*.  Put  down  tliOHe  flconrs  to  toast,  and  let 
nie  fill  up  your  cup,  for  if  I  beg'  1  sha'u't  ntoj)  till 
I  have  don«'.'* 


"  Very  wrll,"  I  said,  and,  with  note-hook  in  hand, 
took  down  every  word  as  it  fell  fntni  lier  lips.  Two 
days  later  1  brought  the  manuscript  and  read  it  to 
her,  having  carefully  changed  names  and  localities. 
She  gave  her  consent  to  its  publication,  and  has 
})romised  me  further  leaves  from  her  journal,  only 
stij)ulating  that  the  stories  should  be  written  in  the 
third  person,  and  that  she  shall  not  he  made  more 
])rominent  than  is  absolutely  needful.  The  story  of 
her  first  ])atient,  however,  I  give  in  her  i)\\\\  words  as 
follows  : — 

"  It  is  not  necessary  to  enter  here  upon  tiie  con- 
sider .tions  which  induced  me  to  enter  the  ranks  of 
]»rofessional  women,  nor  to  exj)atiate  upon  the  many 
dilHculties,  at  times  almost  insurmountable,  which 
barred  the  way,  and  made  the  attainment  of  my  life's 
pur})0se  seem  an  impossible  task.  When  I  look  back 
upon  the  bitter  humiliations  of  my  early  struggle,  I 
marvel  much  that  courage  and  endurance  were  mine 
to  ])ursue  my  course  in  the  face  of  opposition  most 
bitter  and  strenuous  from  all  1  loved.     Although  time 


A    li()Al<ni.\r.HOUSE   ROM.WCE. 


It 


nuu'ouHlv 

Hiul   let 

Htop  till 

ill  iiaixi, 
s.  Two 
lul  it  to 
)C!iIiti(»s. 
md  }iU8 
al,  oulv 
I  in  the 
It'  more 
<torv  of 
onls  as 

le  con- 
iiiks  of 
e  maiiv 
which 
y  life's 
k  ])ack 

ircrlp      T 

Li  mine 
1  most 
h  time 


and  success  liave  somewhat  mellowed  their  ohjectionM, 
1   am,  to  this  dav,  the   Ishmaelite  of  mv  lumilv,  a 

'  »    /  ft  » 

bein«(  regarded  with  a  mixiiire  of  j)ity,  disapproval, 
and  mild  contempt.  From  my  tirst  entry  into  the 
practice  of  my  profession  it  has  been  my  custom  each 
niglit  to  note  down  the  events  nnd  experiences  of  the 
dav.  I  have,  therefore,  in  mv  pos^^ession  several 
bulkv  and  chts<dv  written  volinnes,  which  contain 
sncli  odd  bits  (jf  life's  comedy  and  tragedy  as  come 
daily  under  the  observation  of  a  doctor.  Before  I  tell 
you  the  story  of  my  first  jmtient  it  is  necessary  to 
state  tha^  having  obtainecl  my  degree  at  Dublin 
Universitv,  and    studied    for   twel  e    months   at   the 

ft-    ' 

schools  of  Paris  and  Vienna,  I  took  a  small  house  in 
the  Bloomsbury  district,  furnished  it  according  to  my 
own  somewhat  erratic  ideas,  installed  therein  a  faith- 
ful old  ^cotcliwoman  who  had  been  mv  nurse,  and 
who,  though  sternly  disapproving  of  the  career  1  had 
cliosen,  was  willing  to  share  mv  exile  from  the  land 
we  both  loved  so  well  ;  and  having  put  up  my  modest 
phite — 

Elizabeth   Glkn,   M.B., 

sat  down  to  wait  tor  patients.  I  liad,  happily,  an 
income  of  my  own  sulKcieut  for  the  simple  needs  of 


IJ 


ELlZAHLUi   ULEN,  MB. 


my  small  household,  and  my  good  Margaret  is,  a8  you 
know,  a  shining  example  of  our  national  forethought 
and  thrift. 

"I  was  sitting  here  one  evening  about  eight  o'clock, 
my  after-dinner  coffee  growing  cold  beside  me,  while 
1  reflected  on  the  iiarshness  of  destiny  and  the  dia- 
a{)])ointinenta  of  life.  Two  months  had  passed  without 
bringing  in  a  single  summons  from  without.  This  I 
had  anticipatt'd,  and  prepared  for,  and  had  stoutly 
resolved  to  make  trial  of  the  neighl)ourhood  for  twelve 
or  eigliteen  months.  My  relatives,  when  they  con- 
descended to  discuss  the  matter,  had  disapproved  of 
the  taking  of  the  house,  advising  me  rather  to  take 
rooms  in  a  better  locality.  But  1  had,  on  that  day, 
comj)leted  my  tenth  week  of  residence  in  Hay  burn 
Place,  and  I  had  not  once  crt>ssed  the  doorstep  pro- 
fessionally. 1  had  actually  begun  to  seriously  con- 
template the  complete  downfall  of  my  ambition,  and 
to  admit  to  myself  that  nobody  in  Bloomsbury  seemed 
to  be  in  need  of  a  doctor,  certainly  of  a  woman  doctor 
least  of  all.  r>eing  a  very  proud  person  in  my  own 
way,  tuis  thought  brought  with  it  its  due  meed  of 
humiliation,  and  there  were  some  very  unprofessional 
tears  standing  warm  and  bright  in  my  eyes,  when  1 
was  startled  by  a  very  loud  and  peremptory  ring  at 


i 


A    nOARDING-lIOUSE  ROMANCE. 


»3 


18,  fts  you 
'ethought 


t  o'clock, 
ne,  while 

the  dis- 
I  without 
This  I 
I  stoutly 
•r  twelve 
iiey  cuij- 
roved  of 

to  tuke 
lat  day, 
tayburn 
:ep  pro- 
ily  con- 
oii,  and 
seemed 
i  doctor 
ly  own 
leed  of 
ssional 
svhen  1 
•iug  at 


the  hall  Im'II.  I  hoard  the  hasty  tread  of  uiy  jjood 
Margaret  on  the  kitchen  Htairs.  and  my  8t rained  ear 
<lid  not  fail  to  catch  tlie  sound  of  voices  in  brief, 
but  evidently  excited,  colloijuy  at  the  door.  Then  Mar- 
•j^aret  aiipeared.  hirge,  (!oinely,  and  ex<'it(Ml,  ut  my 
study  door,  and  gave  her  message  with  a  distinct 
note  of  triumpli  in  her  faithful  voice :  *  You're 
wanted,  Miss  Glen,  at  once,  to  198,  lUoomsbury 
S«|uare.' 

''■  I  jumped  up  with  glowing  clieeka  and  shining 
eyes. 

**  *  Get  my  hat  and  jucket.  Who  brought  the  mes- 
sage ?     Any  particulars  about  the  case  ?' 

*' '  No,  ma'am  ;  but  it's  a  lady  very  ill,  the  lassie 
said,  a  servant  lassie,  but  ])Oorly  put  on,  tliough  she 
had  a  fringe  of  hair  on  her  foreliend  as  good  as  a 
bonnet.' 

"  I  took  my  stethoscope  from  my  desk,  with  a  smile 
at  Margaret's  thrust  at  the  servant  maid's  fringe, 
and  having  doiuied  my  neat  doulile-])reast('d  jacket 
and  my  felt  hat,  I  sallied  forth  upon  that  eventful 
visit — eventful  to  me,  since  it  was  the  absolute 
beginning  of  my  professional  career. 

"  Bloomsbury  Square  is  not  many  steps  from  my 
own  door  ;  and  I  was  not  greatly  surprised  when  I 


i;i 


»4 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


discovered  19s  to  be  one  of  the  injiiiy  boardinjr-houses 
ir  the  Stiuarc  Mv  smart  knock  was  answered  l)V  a 
seedy-looking  youth  in  a  waiterV  garb,  and  my  nos(r 
wa«  assailed  by  a  mingling  of  odours  left  by  the 
late  dinner,  which  is  the  event  of  the  boarcnng-liouse 
(hiv. 

"  As  I  stepned  into  the  hirge,  bare  hall  a  door 
opened,  and  a  lady  aj)j)eared,  a  large,  importanr-looking 
j)erson  in  a  black  satin  gown,  and  a  quantity  of 
jewellery  about  her.  She  looked  surprised  first,  and 
a  trifle  disaj)pointed. 

"  ^  Oh,  good  evening,  rnadame,'  she  said  ;  '  what  can 
I  do  for  you  ?  I'm  expecting  the  doctor  for  a  sick 
lady  u])stairs.' 

"  '  I'm  the  doctor,'  T  said,  without  flinching,  though, 
truth  to  tell,  I  felt  it  keenly.  'And  I  have  come 
in  response  to  the  message  left  at  my  house  a  few 
minutes  ago.     Where  is  the  case  ?  ' 

"  I  thought  I  had  stormed  tlie  castle  ;  and  though 
the  large  lady  looked  distinctly  dubious,  she  made 
a  move  towards  the  stairs. 

" '  Oh,  well,  if  you  are  a  doctor  you'd  better  come 
up.  I  sent  the  gal  for  the  nearest.  Where  do  you 
live,  may  1  ask  ?  ' 

18,  Ray  burn  Place.     My  name  is  Glen.     What 


il 


y 

1)1 


u  ( 


A   BOARDING-HOUSE  ROMANCE 


'5 


^-houses 

my  nose 

by    the 

g-house 

a  door 
looking 
ititv  of 
rst,  and 

hat  can 
a  sick 

hongh, 

come 

a  few 


hough 
made 


come 
0  you 

Wluit 


ia  the  matter  with  the  lady  ?     Was  she  taken  sudtU'iily 
ill?' 

"  '  You'll  see,,'  said  the  la^ly  significantly.  '  It's  a 
(jueer  husiness,  very  queer  altogether.  I  oidy  hope 
you'll  understan<l  it,  and  lielp  nie  to  save  the  credit 
of  my  house.' 

"  She  then,  without  further  parley,  led  the  way  up 
the  long  winding  stairs  to  the  top  storey,  and  there, 
holding  open  one  of  the  mjiny  doors,  motioned  me  in. 
As  I  8tej)ped  past  her  a  low  moan  came  from  the 
interior  of  the  room,  which  was  in  semi-darkness, 
one  small  gaslight  burning  near  the  toilet-table  be- 
tween the  two  windows.  It  was  a  decently  sized 
room,  sparely  furnished,  but  fairly  clean ;  the  bed 
stood  out  from  the  wall,  and  on  it  lay  my  patient, 
a  woman,  young  and  lovely,  as  I  saw  at  a  glr.nce. 
Mrs.  Mallow,  the  landlady,  also  entered  the  room  and 
closed  the  door.  I  confess  that,  for  the  moment,  I  was 
completely  j)uzzled  to  make  a  diagnosis  of  the  case. 

"  '  She's  been  so  drendluUy  sick,'  said  Mrs.  Mallow, 
interrupting  me  as  I  took  tiie  feeble  pulse.  '  It's 
mv  belief,  on  account  of  evervthing,  that  she's  been 
and  took  something,' 

''  The  same  thought  had  occurred  to  me  ;  and  now, 
having  all  my  wits  about  me,  1  saw  in  my  i)atient'« 


|6 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


' 


condition  certain  sip^ns  of  poisoning.  I  planccd  ronnd 
the  room  inquirin<(ly.  Mrs.  Mallow's  «rlaiice,  follow- 
ing mine,  observed,  simultaneously  witli  me,  a  glass 
on  the  mantelpiece,  which  had  a  wiiit<*  sedi.iient  at 
the  bottom.  Mrs.  MjiIIow  handed  it  to  nie'^in  visible 
excitrmcnt.  1  recojuiiised  the  sediment  at  once  as 
that  of  a  simple  artiide  of  domestic  use,  yet  deadly 
enouirh  in  its  action  to  bring  about  results  the  most 
fatal.  Fortunately  my  patient,  ignonuit  of  quantities 
and  their  action,  had  stopped  short  of  the  fatal  dose. 
I  sent  at  once  for  the  necessary  antidote,  and  ad- 
ministered it  with  the  desired  effect.  The  jwor  young 
creature  was  very  prostrate,  and  there  was  a  look  of 
dumb  entreaty  in  her  eyes,  which  touched  me  in  a  very 
unprofessional  j)art.  All  this  time  the  landlady  was 
watching  me  keenly  and  with  a  critical  air,  which 
convinced  me  that  I  was,  so  far  as  she  was  concerned, 
on  my  trial. 

"  Feeling  that  my  successful  treatment  of  this  curi- 
ous case  might  be  a  matter  of  the  utmost  importance 
to  me,  I  put  my  best  foot  foiward,  as  the  Scotch  say, 
a,  I  had  the  satisfaction  of  feeling  that  I  had  made 
a  very  favourable  impression  on  Mrs.  Mallow.  It 
was  abou;  two  hours  before  I  could  sav  I  observed 
any  improvement  in  the  condition  of  my  poor  young 


A   BOARDING-HOUSE  ROMANCE. 


17 


'd  ronnd 
,  follow- 

a  glass 
'tient  at 
Q  visible 
once  as 
'>  deadlv 
ie  most 
lantities 
al  dose, 
bnd   ad- 
r  yoiiiit^: 
look  of 
I  a  very 
Iv  was 

which 
L'erned, 

s  curi- 
itance 
h  say, 
made 
IV.  It 
lerved 
«^oung 


patient.  By  that  time  her  skin  had  lost  its  clammi- 
ness, sickness  had  ceased,  and  the  bnruinjx  pains 
were  considerably  eased.  But  lier  appearance  still 
left  much  to  be  desired.  The  languor  was  excessive, 
and  though  she  looked  at  me  .vitli  perfectly  conscious 
eyes,  her  expression  was  one  of  settled  melancholy. 
I  signed  to  Mrs.  Mallow  to  come  to  the  window 
with  me. 

" '  You  can,  I  suppose,  tell  me  something  about 
this  poor  girl?'  I  said.  'She  looks  little  more  than 
a  child,  though  siie  wears  a  wedding-ring.' 

"  '  Yes,  bat  that  doesn't  make  her  a  wife,'  said  Mrs. 
Mallow  grimly.  '  She  came  here  with  her  husband 
about  three  weeks  ago,  as  handsome-looking  a  young 
couple,  1  will  say,  as  ever  1  set  eyes  on.  He  said 
he  was  an  artist,  and  that  they  might  be  here  for 
some  time,  as  he  was  going  to  make  some  copies  in 
the  National  Gallery.  All  right,  of  (bourse,  I  took 
'em  in  ;  for  she's  as  sweet  a  young  creature  as  eve 
walked,  and  sings  like  a  nightingale.  Sometimes 
they  came  to  the  drawing-room  of  an  evening,  and 
made  themselves  agreeable,  as  only  real  (quality  In. 
He's  that,  anybody  can  see ;  an'  they  adored  each 
other.  It  has  made  months  water  in  this  house,  my 
dear,  to  see  their  happiness.' 


i8 


ELIZABETH  GLEN.   MB. 


"  '  Then  why,'  I  ventured  to  inquire,  more  and  more 
surprised,  *  why  lias  it  come  to  this  ;  and  where  is 
the  husband  ? ' 

"  *  In  the  country.  He  went  the  day  before  yester- 
day, iu  consequence,  I  do  believe,  of  a  letter  tliat 
cnme  to  'im  that  morning.  The;  got  it  at  breakfast, 
and  I  saw  'iin  look  kind  of  queer,  an'  then  he  went 
away.' 

"'  Not  deserted  her,  I  trust,'  I  said,  casting  a  look 
of  compassion  towards  the  be«l  and  its  occupant. 

"  Mrs.  Mallow  shook  her  head. 

" '  It's  my  belief  she  thinks  that,  a  sweet  dear, 
if  ever  there  was  one,  but  too  excited  an'  fly-away  for 
any  sensible  man's  wife,  a  spider-webby  kind  of  cretur, 
Miss  Glen,  all  fancies.     It's  in  'er  very  eyes.' 

"Mrs.  Mallow  was  undoubtedly  a  keen,  discrimi- 
nating observer  of  human  nature,  and  thus  gave  me, 
in  a  few  words,  a  grasj)  of  the  whole  situation.  The 
details  I  filled  up,  though  somewhat  wrongly,  for 
myself. 

" '  She  won't  die,  do  you  think  ?  *  inquired  Mrs. 
Mallow.  '  It  would  be  a  very  bad  thing  for  the 
house,  of  course,  having  an  inquest,  and  all  sorts  of 
unpleasant  things.  The  other  ladies  and  gentlemen 
wouldn't  lik  ^  it,  would  they  ?  ' 


A   BOARDINCHOUSE  ROMANCE. 


19 


d  raore 
here  is 

vester- 

• 

3r  tliat 
fakfast, 
e  went 

a  look 
at. 

:  dear, 
ray  for 
cretur, 

crimi- 
e  me, 
The 
y,  for 

Mrs. 

r  the 
rts  of 
emen 


*'  *  Indeed  they  woahhi't.  But  I  assure  yon  there 
is  not  the  sliglitest  fear  of  doatli,  or  of  any  serious 
conseciuences.  Her  ignorance  of  the  power  of  the 
poison  she  took  has  saved  her.  Do  you  kn(iw  any- 
thing about  the  husband's  whereabouts  ?  He  ought 
to  be  sent  for.  He  should  be  here  at  a  time  like 
this.' 

" '  1  know  no  more  than  I've  told  yon,  and  Mrs. 
( 'apel,  poor  dear,  is  very  close,  though  as  sweet- 
mannered  as  she  ca'i  be.  Maybe  she'll  tell  you. 
Doctors  get  a  many  stories,  an'  you  liave  a  good 
heart,  an'  a  true  woman's  way  with  you,  ma'am, 
thougli  it  does  seem  queer  to  think  you  are  a 
doctor.' 

"  I  smiled  a  little  at  tliis  frank  expression  of 
opinion,  but  felt  secretly  glad  that  1  liad  made  so 
favourable  an  impression  on  the  good  soul,  who 
might  be  able  to  do  me  a  good  turn.  1  then  walked 
over  to  the  bod,  and  laid  my  hand  on  tlie  square 
white  brow  of  my  young  patient. 

"  *  My  dear,'  I  said,  as  gently  as  1  could,  ^  you  are 
greatly  better,  I  think.  Could  you  answer  me  a 
question  ? ' 

She  signified  by  lier  eyes  that  she  could  and  would. 
The  vague  terror  Jiad  left  them,  and  a  more  peaceful 


90 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   MB. 


i         I 


and  natnral  expression  had  returned  to  her  face. 
Mrs.  Mallow,  with  a  delicacy  which  caused  me  to 
think  yet  more  highly  of  her,  immediately  left  the 
room. 

" '  Who  are  you  ?  *  inquired  my  patient,  when 
her  eyes  had  followed  the  kind  landlady  to  the 
door. 

"  *  I  am  the  doctor  ;  my  name  is  Elizabeth  Glen. 
And  now  I  want  to  know,  my  dear  girl,  what  is  the 
meaning  of  this  ?  ' 

"  A  faint  flush  began  to  rise  to  the  girl's  fair  cheek, 
and  her  eyes  avoided  mine. 

"  *  You  meant  kindly,  trying  to  save  me,'  she  said 
in  a  low  voice.  '  But  it  would  have  been  better  to 
have  let  me  die.     I  suppose  I  shall  get  better,  sha'n't 

ir 

"*Yes,  you  will.  You  will  be  nearly  all  right 
to-morrow,'  I  said  cheerily.  '  In  time  to  receive  your 
husband  when  he  comes  back  ;  and  I  hope,'  I  added 
severely,  after  I  had  hazarded  this  remark,  '  that  he 
will  give  you  the  talking-to  you  deserve.' 

" '  Who  said  he  would  come  to-morrow  ?  He  said 
he  would  come  last  night.  I  don't  think  he  will 
come  back  any  more  I '  she  said  passionately. 

"  I  pursed  up  my  lips  and  gave  a  little  nod.     '  So 


Jt    BOARDING-HOUSE   ROMANCE. 


at 


er    face. 

[  me  to 
left  the 

:,    when 
to    the 

h  Glen, 
kt  is  the 

r  cheek, 

jhe  said 

etter  to 

sha'n't 

1  right 
^^e  your 
'  added 
that  he 

ie  said 
le   will 

'So 


it  is  that  I  Clever  Mrs.  Mallow  I '  was  mv  inward 
remark. 

"  1  continued  to  stroke  the  sweet  white  brow  on 
which  th«?  bright  hair  cnrlod  in  baby  ringlets,  giving 
to  her  that  verv  voung  and  childish  look. 

" '  Mv  dear,  von  talk  nonsense.  Yon  know  liow 
dearly  he  loves  you.  Ho  will  be  here  to-morrow,  as 
surely  as  my  name  is  Elizabeth  Glen.' 

'*  1  made  this  statement  with  boldness,  and  it 
reassnred  her  a  little,  1  could  see.  The  distress 
gradually  faded  entirely  from  her  face,  but  a  great 
wistfulness  took  its  ])lace. 

"  '  How  kind  and  good  you  look  I  *  she  said,  and, 
Ijulling  my  hand  down  with  her  small,  white  fingers, 
she  pressed  her  cheek  against  it.  '  Perhaps  he  will 
come  back,  though  I  spoke  so  harshly  to  him.  You 
see,  I  have  ruined  his  life,  and  he  knows  it ;  and 
how  can  we  be  happy?  It  would  be  far  better  for 
me  to  die.' 

" '  You  have  not  ruined  his  life,  and  he  loves  you 
better  than  himself,'  I  said,  amazed  at  my  own 
assertions.  '  There  will  be  some  ex[)laiiation  of 
his  prolonged  absence,  and  you  will  be  very  sorry 
to-morrow  when  you  see  him  for  what  you  have 
done.* 


aa 


ELIZABETn   GLEN,   M.R. 


t 


"1  was  vcrv  iirond  of  rnvsclf  as  I  made  these 
l)oM  statements,  not  kuowiuu:  in  tlic  l«!ast  what  I 
was  talking  al)ont. 

"'Tliereis  only  one  ex])lim!iti<)n.  He  Inis  gone  to 
see  his  mf>ther  bccanse  slie  is  ill,  and  thev  have 
])l()tt('d  to  keep  him  away  from  inc.  They  have  per- 
suaded him  not  to  come  back  ;  and  if  he  loves  theni 
better  than  he  loves  me  tlien  he  can  remain  with 
them,  and  so  I  told  him.' 

"  This  little  gleam  of  a  ])assion  so  natural  and  so 
womanly  made  me  smile,  because  I  was  pleased  to 
see  it.     It  was  decidedlv  a  health v  si"jn. 

" '  Oh,  nonsense  !  Did  it  not  occur  to  you  that 
his  mother  might  be  so  very  ill  that  he  could  not 
leave  her?  She  may  even  have  died  in  the  interval, 
while  you  have  been  judging  him  so  hardly.' 

" '  Then  he  might  have  written  or  telegraphed, 
she  said  shrewdly,  and  even  pettishly.  '  You  are 
very  kind  to  try  and  reassure  me ;  but  then,  you 
see,  1  know  better  than  you,  because  1  am  his  wife.' 

"  This  was  rather  conclusive,  and  I  felt  that  it 
was  useless  to  say  much  more. 

" '  That  is  true ;  and  because  von  are  his  wife  vou 
ouiirht  to  know  better  than  anvbodv  how  dear  vou 
are  to  him.     It  was  so  patent  a  fact,'  I  added,  with 


A    nO.iRDim.  i/OL'SE  HOMANCE. 


33 


e  these 
what   I 

::ono  to 
V  lisivc 
ve  per- 
s  theiu 
1    with 

and  so 
sed  to 

I  thut 
il  not 
erval, 

plied, 
1  are 
,  you 

!it   it 

vou 

you 

with 


a  little  smile,  as  I  took  mv  irloves  from  the  table 
and  prepared  to  depart.  '  So  patent  a  fact,'  1  re- 
])eated  with  emiihasis,  '  that  everybody  in  this  house 
envied   you.      Mrs.    Mallow   told    me    so    this    very 


evening. 


"  A  lovely  light,  sweet  and  soft  as  a  baby's  smile, 
smoothed  all  the  hardness  from  her  sweet  lace,  and 
1  saw  her  eyes  grow  dim. 

"  '  I  think  he  loved  me  a  little.  It  was  I  who  did 
wrong  to  marry  him.  You  see,  1  am  a  nobody,  an 
orphan  working  with  my  needle  for  my  daily  bread, 
and  he  was  tlie  son  of  a  great  house.' 

" '  Yes,*  I  said,  intensely  interested,  as  every 
woman  is  in  a  lo/e  story.  'But  1  should  say  that 
you  were  a  fit  enough  wife  for  him ;  you  are  gently 
born  yourself.' 

" '  No,  I  am  not.  My  father  was  a  poor  tutor,  my 
mother  a  teacher  too;  we  are  of  no  familv.  I  met 
him  at  Bournemouth,  which  used  to  be  my  home. 
We  forgot  everything  but  ourselves,  and  it  is  always 
wicked  to  be  selfish.  Selfishness  is  always  punished 
sooner  or  later.' 

"  *  Is  he,  then,  the  heir  to  a  great  estate  ? '  I  in- 
quired, with  a  curiosity  natural  and  womanly,  though 
^uite  unprofessional. 


■ 


24 


EU/AHEin  (iLEi\\   M.B. 


"'No,  lie  is  tilt'  second  son;  l)ut  liis  niotluT  is 
an  t'lirl's  trnuMldauj^hter,  and  sho  will  never  forgive 
liim.     SIh*   lias   said    so,  tlioiiirh    lie  is  her  favourite 


thild. 


ti  ( 


Pctor  cliild,  all   will  yet  come  rin^lit,  I  hope  and 


expect,'  I  said,  and  st()0|mi<^  down,  kissed  her  bro 
and  my  eyes  wen*  not  dry  as  I  turned  away. 


vv, 


•  «  •  •  • 

"  I  was  very  early  at  my  patient's  bedside  next 
day,  and  found  her  nuch  better  and  brighter.  It 
was  quite  evident  that  the  dawn  of  the  new  day  had 
given  her  hope,  and  that  she  expected  her  lost 
hap])iness  to  be  restortnl  to  her  before  it  ch)8ed. 

'' '  Has  she  had  a  letter,  then  ? '  I  asked  Mrs. 
'lallow  before  I  went  up,  i  when  she  told  me  of 
the  quiet  night  and  the  bright  disposition  of  the 
morning. 

"  But  no  letter  had  come,  nor  did  anv  come  that 
day  nor  for  many  days  to  come.  Although  my  at- 
tendance couhl  well  have  been  dis])ensed  with,  I 
continued  to  visit  the  young  wife  every  day.  Need- 
less to  sav,  I  was  intenselv  interested  in  her  case, 
but  the  interest  of  the  woman  exceeded  that  of  the 
doctor. 

**  Frances   Capel   was  no   longer  a  patient,   but   a 


A    liOARDI^r.llOUSE   ROMANCE. 


•S 


ofhor  is 

i'orgive 

avoiirite 

r  brow. 


le  next 
ter.  It 
lay  had 
er  lost 
ed. 

I  Mrs. 
me  of 
of  the 

e  that 
ay  at- 
ith,  I 
Neod- 
case, 
)f  the 

)nt   a 


woman  sufTcriii^,  as  so  many  of  ns  do,  tliroiitijh  that 
delicate  and  terrihh'  orgiin  w<'  cull  tiic  heart.  As 
the  days  went  on,  and  no  word  or  si<rn  (^ame  from 
tlie  al)S(Mit  husliiind,  I  bc^j^iiii  to  entertain  a  stron*;^ 
resentment  ugainst  him,  and  to  fear  thjit  perliaps, 
after  all,  his  wife  did  know  him  best.  There  might 
be  wheels  within  wheels^  of  wlii«'li  I  knew  nothing. 
One  thing  only  was  ceitain— the  highly  strnng  tem- 
perament of  tliat  undisciplined  girl  could  not  long 
stand  such  a  strain.  It  was  not  difliciilt  to  foresee 
the  end. 

"  I  therefore  considered  myself  justified  in  taking 
a  decisive  step.  Mrs.  Mallow,  whose  goodness  of 
heart  and  true  motlierly  kindness  shown  to  that 
distraught  creature  have  sanctified  to  me  for  ever 
the  maligned  class  to  which  she  belonged,  was  not 
less  anxious  during  those  weary  days,  in  which  our 
patient  passed  through  many  vagaries  of  mind,  many 
stages  of  acute  spirit  anguish.  I  found  her  alter- 
nately passionate,  resentful,  reproaeliful,  sometimes 
railing  at  fate,  and  even  threatening  once  to  end  all 
by  her  own  hand.  But  I  was  able,  as  belore,  to 
convince  her  of  the  sin  of  snch  a  step,  and  to  show 
her  that,  however  hard  and  intolerable  the  burden, 
yet  must  the  creature  not  lay  violent  hands  on  the 


a6 


FlI/.tliFTII  GLEN,  M.R. 


lilt*  ^ivon  hy  tlie  Creator  for  a  wise  purpose,  which 
is  in  (ivcry  case  throiiffli  time  revealed.  Those  wihl 
iiK  )ds,  however,  passed,  and  she  ndapscl  into  a 
state  of  qtiiesceniM'  and  apntlieti(^  silence  wliich  I, 
as  lier  medical  attendant,  couhl  not  re;^ard  without 
concern. 

'' '  Something  must  be  (h)ne,  and  tliat  at  once, 
Mrs.  Mallow,'  I  said  ;  '  and  I  have  an  idea.  I  shall 
myself  this  very  afternoon  pay  a  visit  to  Mr.  Jack 
(/ai)el,  and  see  whether  he  'is  really  dead  to  every 
feeling  of  manly  honour,  to  say  nothing  of  common 
decency.' 

"  Mrs.  Mallow  regarded  rae  in  silent  admiration 
for  a  full  minute. 

"  '  Miss  Glen,  if  there  be  a  hangel,  yon  are  that 
liangel,'  she  said,  making  free  with  her  It's  in  her 
emotion.  *  If  vou  were  kn  «"'n  in  this  neiijhbourhood 
as  you  deserve,  tlie  gentlemen  doctors,  with  all  their 
hairs,  wouldn't  'ave  no  chance.* 

" '  Sometliing  lias  got  to  be  done  for  her,  Mrs. 
Mallow,  and  that  soon,  or  we  may  have  a  repetition 
of  the  scene  when  we  met  first,*  1  said  significantly  ; 
and,  walking  out  of  the  house,  I  took  the  first  hansom 
in  sight,  and  drove  to  Charing  Cross  Station. 

♦'  It  was  only  after  I  was  in  the  train,  which  was 


1 


j4    DOAHUlNd.llOl  SE   NOM.iyCF. 


27 


>^8e,  whioli 
riioso  wild 
cd  iiiU)  a 
^vliicli  I, 
ti  without 

at  once, 
■  I  slialJ 
^^v.  Jack 
to  every 
common 

miration 

ire  that 

in  her 

)nrhood 

U  their 

',  Mrs. 

etitiou 
antiy  ; 

ansom 
1  was 


rapidly  cnnveN  iiijr  mo  to  niirtlrtf  ('(unmoii,  tliut  I 
realised  wliut  a  very  delicate  and  pHM'arioiis  mission 
I  Ijiid  taken  upon  mvself.  Onlv  the  knowledi^e  that 
I  aett'd  IVom  the  very  hi«;hest  motives,  and  the  eon- 
vietion  tiiat  good  must  eonie  of  it,  hoic  me  up  to  my 
journey's  end.  It  was  rather  a  lon<(er  journey  than 
1  liad  anticipated,  and  the  afternoon  was  wanin«j^ 
when  the  train  drew  up  at  Bartlett  Common,  the 
nearest  station  for  Capel  (V)urt.  It  was  a  wet  and 
dreary  day,  a  thick  mivt  enveloped  tlie  landscape, 
and  i  could  n(>t  see  numv  vards  hevond  the  little 
enclosure,  where  sundry  vehicles  awaited  the  arrival 
of  the  train. 

"  '  Capel  Court,  miss  ?  '  said  the  j)orter,  to  whom  1 
put  the  (piestion.  '  It  ain't  but  a  few  stei)s  down 
the  village,  and  first  turning  on  the  right.  You  see 
the  gates?  Not  expected,  miss.  There  ain't  no 
carrias'e  from  the  ('ourt  'ere  to-dav.' 

"  1  thanked  the  man,  and  tramped  away  down  the 
muddy  but  pictures(jue  village  street,  j)ast  tl.e  '  Capel 
Arras,'  the  old  churcli,  and  the  cosy  red  vicarage,  and 
so  to  the  gates  of  the  great  house,  thinking  all  the 
while  of  the  poor,  shrinking,  little  wife,  who  had  won 
a  son  of  Capel  Court  from  tlie  allegiance  to  the 
family  pride. 


1 


28 


m 


ii  I 


'■  i'l' 


1 1 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


^'  I  had  to  ring  a  bell  to  gain  admittance,  and  the 
woman  who  came  out  of  the  lodge  looked  so  friendly 
that  I  ventured  to  ask  whether  Mrs.  Capel  were 
likely  to  he  at  home. 

" '  Oh  yes,  she  be,  ma'am  ;  and  Mr.  John  is  a  little 
better  this  evening.     The  doctor  has  just  been    and 


gone. 


(( 


^  He  is  here,  then  ? '  I  said,  completely  taken 
off  my  guard.  *And  what  is,  the  matter  with 
him  ? '  • 

" '  Why,  fever  ;  he's  been  near  death's  door.  He 
was  taken  bad  the  very  night  he  came,  an'  has  been 
off  his  head  every  minit  since,  au'  goin*  on  dreadful.' 

"  I  must  have  had  a  very  curious  expression  on 
my  face,  for  I  observed  the  woman  regarding  me 
with  something  uncommonly  like  suspicion.  I 
thanked  her  hastily,  and  turned  my  steps  up  the 
avenue  towards  the  house,  quite  conscious,  though  I 
did  not  look  back,  that  the  lodge-keeper  was  starina: 
after  me.  I  did  not  care.  I  was  happy  and  filled 
with  trembling  excitement,  a  sensation  altogether 
new  to  one  who  had  always  prided  herself  on  her 
calm  temperament  and  remarkable  powers  of  self- 
control.  Capel  Court  was  an  imposing,  if  somewhat 
gloomy-looking  mansion,  a  great  house,  indeed,  in 


A   BOARDING-HOUSE  ROMANCE. 


29 


hce,  and  the 
1  so  friendly 
Capel   were 

in  is  a  little 
t  been   and 

itely    taken 
atter    with 

door.     He 
has  been 
Ireadful.' 
'ession   on 
-rding  me 
^icion.      I 
>s  ap  the 
thougli   I 
is  starinor 

md  filled 
Itogethcr 
f  on  her 
of  self- 
5mewhat 
deed,  in 


every  sense  of  the  word,  and  the  interior  was  more 
suggestive  of  gloomy  grandeur  than  brightness  or 
comfort.  I  was  allowed  to  wait  in  the  hall  while 
the  man  took  my  name  to  his  mistress  ;  no  hard- 
ship, however,  since  a  glorious  fire  blazed  in  the 
wide  dog-grate,  and  many  luxurious  cha'rs  invited 
me  to  rest.  But  1  was  too  excited  to  do  anything 
hut  pace  to  and  fro,  wondering  what  was  likely  to 
be  the  issue  of  my  errand. 

"  I  had  pictured  Mrs.  Capel  a  woman  after  the 
melodrama  type  of  tae  proud  and  unbending  mother, 
a  woman  of  noble  figure,  and  handsome  but  for- 
bidding cast  of  face.  The  reality  was  entirely 
different— a  little  mite  of  a  creature,  with  a  fair, 
round,  placid  face,  and  yellow  hair  arranged  so  neatly 
about  her  head  as  to  give  the  idea  ot  extreme  pre- 
cision in  all  things.  Her  manner,  however,  had  its 
own  touch  of  hauteur,  and  when  she  spoke  her  voice 
had  a  harsh,  unmusical  ring. 

" '  Good  afternoon,'  she  said,  with  a  slight  bcw, 
and  waited,  with  a  faint  touch  of  haughty  inquiry  in 
her  whole  bearing,  to  hear*my  message. 

" '  You  do  not  know  my  name,  of  course,'  I  said. 
*  I  come  from  London.  I  am  a  doctor,  and  I  have 
been  attending  your  son's  wife.' 


30 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


li,   „   n 


ii 


Slie  gave  a  little  start.  The  ex])ression  of  her 
month  cliauged,  its  outline  becoming  long  and  thin, 
and  even  crnel. 

"  *  Yes/  she  said  languidly.  '  Then  you  will  bo 
able  to  ffive  me  her  address.  Mv  son  came  to  see 
me  because  I  was  ill,  and  was  taken  ill  himself 
directly  he  arrived.  I  suppose  the  fever — typhoid — 
was  on  him  when  he  left  London.  He  is  quite 
delirious,  and  I  cannot  find  the  address  in  his  pocket! 
Please  to  give  me  it.  1  shall  send  for  her,  in  case 
of  any  serious  issue.  I  would  wish  to  do  my  duty, 
though  she  is  not,  of  course,  a  i)er30u  of  whom  I 
can  approve.' 

"  She  delivered  herself  calmly  and  precisely,  and 
kept  her  cold  blue  eyes  fixed  full  on  my  face.  1 
only  hope  1  looked  as  angry  as  I  felt,  and  1  have 
been  told  that  I  can  assume  a  very  forbidding 
expression. 

"'I  can  give  vou  the  address,  madam,'  I  said,  as 
I  took  out  a  card.  '  Mrs.  Capel  has  been  very  ill 
indeed  ;  the  anxiety  and  suspense  have  nearly  killed 
her.  Although  you  cannot  approve  of  her  she  is 
devoted  to  your  son,  her  husband.  Her  devotion  and 
her  unselfishness  have  been  a  daily  wonder  to  me 
since  I  have  made  lier  acquaintance.' 


A   BOARDING-HOUSE   ROMANCE. 


3i 


>n   of  her 
and  thin, 

1    will  bo 
•)(^   to  see 
[   himself 
yphoid— 
is    quite 
*^  pocket: 
»  in  case 
ny  duty, 
whom  I 

^ly,  and 

face.     1 

X  have 

bidding 

aid,  as 
ery  iJ] 

killed 
she  is 
•n  and 
o   me 


"  Perhaps  I  stretched  a  point,  but  the  calm,  even 
stare  of  those  cold  blue  eves  made  me  wild. 

"  '  The  address  ? '  she  said  inquiringly,  and  with 
that  slight  deprecating  glance  which  said  quite 
phiinly  she  could  very  well  dispense  with  any  further 
expression  of  my  opinion.  I  scrib^:jled  it  on  the  card, 
and  gave  it  to  her  as  ungraciously  as  possible. 

"  *  Can  I  take  any  message  to  Mrs.  (*ape  ? ' 

."'You  can  telegra])h  for  me  if  you  will  be  sc 
good.  Tell  her  to  come,  that  my  son  is  here,  and 
that  I  have  no  wish  to  part  husband  and  wife,'  she 
said  calmly.  '  If  you  will  please  sit  down  tea  will 
be  sent  to  you.  There  is  no  train  to  London,  any- 
how, for  an  hour  or  more.' 

"It  was  not  a  graciously  offered  hospitality,  but 
I  accepted  it,  in  the  hope  that  she  would  stay  and 
talk.  There  was  so  very  much  I  did  not  know,  and 
which  I  wished  to  know. 

"  She  rang  the  bell,  and,  having  given  her  orders, 
looked  at  me  again  with  a  frank  curiosity  which  1 
confess  surprised  me  not  a  little. 

"  '  So  you  are  a  lady  doctor  ?  You  do  not  look  like 
it.     Who  employs  you  ?  ' 

"  The  manner  of  the  speech  was  almost  rude,  but 
something  in  her  face  disarmed  me.     Now  that  the 


3a 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   MB. 


>h 


sore  snbject  was  laid  aside  I  saw  another  side  of  the 
mistress  of  Caj)el  Court. 

"  *  I  have  only  begun  the  practice  of  my  profession, 
and  your  daughter-in-law  is  my  first  patient,'  I  said, 
with  a  slight  smile.  '  But  1  hope  she  will  not  be  the 
last/ 

"  *  You  are  a  lady,  I  can  see.  What  induced  you  to 
take  a  step  so  extraordinary,  and,  if  you  will  excuse 
my  frankness,  so  bold  ? ' 

"  *  It  is  a  long  story,  Mrs.  Capel,  but  I  think  I  am 
doing  right.  I  have  decided  to  give  it  a  fair  trial, 
anyhow  ;  and  if,  at  the  end  of  eighteen  mouths,  I 
have  still  nothing  to  do,  I  shall  bury  my  ambition, 
and  return,  a  sadder  and  wiser  woman,  to  the  bosom 
of  my  family.' 

"  I  laughed  a  trifle  bitterly  as  I  said  this,  for  I  did 
not  relish  the  idea,  even  in  jest. 

*'  *  You  are  a  north-countrywoman  by  your  accent,' 
she  said.  '  And  perseverance  is  your  national  charac- 
teristic, is  it  not  r  I  trust  there  will  be  no  occasion 
for  you  to  forego  your  ambition.  Would  you  like  to 
go  upstairs  and  see  my  son  ? ' 

"  This  request,  so  suddenly  proffered,  ^ook  me 
entirely  by  surprise.  Needless  to  say,  I  assented  at 
once,   and    Mrs.  Capel  herself  led   the   way   up   the 


A   BOARDING-HOUSE  ROMANCE. 


33 


de  of  the 

rofession, 
,*  I  said, 
)t  be  the 

2d  yon  to 
11  excuse 

ik  I  am 
ill*  trial, 
ouths,  I 
mbitioii, 
J  bosom 

r  I  did 

accent,' 
charac- 
ccasioD 
like  to 

)k  me 
ited  at 
ip   the 


Inxnrious  staircase  to  tlie  sick-room.  I  glanced  about 
me  with  an  involuntary  sigh  of  regretful  envy,  re- 
cplling  just  sucli  another  roomy  and  lovely  old  family 
liouse,  where  my  place  was  empty,  and  wliere  my 
absence  was  deplored.  It  is  a  sign  of  weakness  to 
yearn  for  the  flesh-pots  of  Egypt ;  nevertlieless,  the 
contrast  betwc  u  the  old  life  in  my  father's  house  and 
the  new  was  painfully  strong  at  that  moment,  and 
made  me  half  a  coward. 

"  I  was  recalled  from  tlu'se  <j:loomv  thou'^hts  l)v 
ray  intense  interest  in  the  young  man  lying  so  ill  in 
that  pleasant  sick-room,  containing  everything  that 
money  could  buy  to  alleviate  pain. 

''  There  was  a  nurse  in  the  room  ;  and  the  sick  man, 
delirious  still,  kept  up  an  unceasing  babble  of  talk,  to 
wliich  she  i)aid  no  heed.  I  looked  at  him  with 
])athetic  interest,  admiring  his  noble  head  and  fine 
features,  though  his  mother  assured  me  he  did  not 
look  like  himself.  He  was  in  the  acute  stage  of  the 
fever,  and  it  was  impossible  to  i)rognosticate  the  end. 
We  did  not  long  ren;ain,  nor  did  we  say  anything 
until  we  again  returned  to  the  hall. 

"  'What  is  your  opinion  ?'  she  asked  then,  and  the 
question  flattered  me,  of  course. 

" '  There   is   not   much  to  give.     The   fever  must 

3 


34 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


1     ■'■!     I   I 


simply  ran  its  course.  The  issue  rlepeiuls,  of  course, 
on  what  strength  is  his  to  battle  with  the  crisis 
when  it  conies.     I ' 

"  The  roll  of  carriage  wheels  interrupted  ns,  Mrs. 
Capel,  in  evident  surprise,  walked  to  the  liall  door, 
and  threw  it  open.  To  my  amazement  there  stepped 
from  the  hired  fly  my  patient,  Jack  Oapel's  wife.  It 
was  a  strange  moment.  I  almost  held  my  breath. 
She  took  out  her  purse,  we  watching  her,  and  paid 
the  man^  saying  quietly,  '  You  need  not  wait.' 

"  Then  she  walked  into  the  house.  She  looked 
very  frail  and  fragile,  I  thought,  but  lovely  beyond 
expression.  She  did  not  appear  to  see  me,  but  paused 
in  front  of  Mrs.  ( ^apel,  and  lifted  her  large  eyes  to  her 
face. 

''  ^  My  husband  is  here,  and  he  is  ill,'  she  said. 
*  I  had  a  dream  that  told  me  so.  You  hate  and 
despise  me,  I  know,  but  you  cannot  keep  me  from 
him.  Will  you  take  me  to  him,  if  you  please,  at 
once  ? ' 

"Mrs.  Capol's  face  was  absolutely  white.  I  saw 
her  give  a  little  shiver,  but  her  expression  conveyed 
nothing. 

"  They  regarded  each  other  steadily  for  a  moment. 
The  elder  woman  was  the  first  to  flinch. 


A   BOARDING-HOUSE  ROMANCE. 


35 


'f  course, 
he   crisis 

IS,  Mrs. 
all  door, 
stepped 
wife.  It 
'  breath, 
and  paid 

}  looked 
beyond 
paused 

s  to  her 

e  said, 
ite  and 
le  from 

ase,  at 

I  saw 
nveved 

oment. 


"  '  I  have  no  desire  to  keep  yon  from  him,'  she  said 
•[uietly  then.  '■  I  had  no  address,  or  I  should  have 
sent  for  you  before.     Stej)  this  way.' 

"  '  You  do  not  look  so  unkindly  at  me  as  I  expected, 
[f  I  have  wronged  you — as  I  have  bitterly  disappointed 
you,  I  know — I  ask  to  be  forgiven.  It  is  too  late  to 
remedy  it  now,  but  I  love  him ' 

"  Her  sweet  voice  broke.  I  saw  the  elder  woman 
sliiver  again,  and  a  curious  trembling  light  broke 
upon  her  face.  The  sweet  Inimility,  the  childish  grace 
of  that  desolate  young  creature  had  won  the  heart  of 
the  earl's  granddaughter,  I  could  see. 

" '  Nay,  my  dear,  it  is  I  who  have  wronged  you,' 
she  said,  and  I  marvelled  to  hear  the  tender  cadence 
in  her  voice.  '  I  had  not  seen  you.  I  ask  to  be  for- 
given.    Now,  come.' 

"  She  put  her  arm,  with  a  protecting  touch  of 
motherly  kindness,  about  the  girl's  slioulders,  and 
led  her  away.  The  better  nature,  the  liighest  of  all. 
since  it  is  near^»sc  to  the  Divine,  had  triumphed  at  the 
supreme  moment,  and  there  was  peace. 

"  I  was  left,  Jis  1  was  destined  often  to  be,  on  the 
outside.  It  did  not  trouble  me  to  know  I  was  for- 
gotten. I  drank  the  tea  they  had  set  before  me, 
adjusted  my  wrai)s,  and  went  away  from  Capel  Court, 


I  + 
i 


.^6 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   MB 


back  to  my  soiitudo,  to  my  little  c,uiet  home,  to  mv 
hopes  and  fears,  a  little  less  lonely,  perhaps,  than 
when  1  eame.  Yet  my  woman's  lieart  was  not  with- 
out  its  aehe.  It  was  many  yeurs,  and  then  under  very 
ranch  altered  circumstances,  before  I  saw  my  first 
patient  again." 


' 


^JW»Wji*\3K,y-^gg:^^ 


,  to  mv 
f,  than 
t  with- 
ler  very 
ly  firsf 


II. 


A    SHADOWED    LIFE. 

"  T  SUPPOSE,"  I  said  to  my  friend  one  day,  '  yon 
-^  have  always  found  men  look  more  askance  at  yon, 
professionally,  I  mean,  than  women  ?  " 

"  I  don't  (^uite  catch  yonr  meaning,"  slie  replied  at 
once.  "  I  have  found  woiuen  a  great  deal  more  .scep- 
tical about  my  abilities  than  any  man  could  ]v.»ssibly 
be.  In  fact,  at  first  at  least,  no  woman  would  have 
me  of  her  own  fr^e  will,  though,  after  a  little  ex- 
])erience  of  me,  she  generally  changed  her  mind.  The 
prejudice  to  be  overcome  against  woiuen  doctors,  even 
to-day,  my  dear,  is  tremendous." 

"And  perfectly  unwarrantable,"  I  supj)lemented 
calmly. 

Dr.  Glen  smiled  a  little  curious  smile,  and  I  saw  a 
slightly  mischievous  gleam  in  her  eye. 

"  Well,  I  don't  know,  or  rather  1  do  know  what  my 
private  opinion  is,  but  I  am  not  bound  to  give  it  to 

37 


J« 


vou 


ELIZABETH    GLEN,    MB. 


for  \\ 


>♦ 


le  asking,     slu'   rej 


sh 


1)1  ied.     "  Now,  don't  vou 


want  to  hear  about  my  first  put  lent  of  the  other  sex  ? 
I  was  looking  over  my  journal  the  other  night,  and 
when  1  rend  the  ac(;ount  of  liim  J  wondered  wliat  von 
would  SUV  ;  }irol»ubly,  thut  it  would  not  be  calculuted 
to  suit  your  purpose.'* 

"Let  me  heur  it;  I  am  the  best  jndge  of  thut," 
said  1,  feeling  tliat  1  owed  her  a  retort  for  the  lirst 
part  of  her  speech. 

'*  I  have  no  doubt  vou  are,"  she  said  ubsentlv,  and 
took  out  her  wutcli.  "  It's  huif-past  four.  Supposing 
you've  drunk  sufficient  tea — too  much,  if  you  ask  me — 
will  you  drive  with  me  to  Hampstead  ?  I  liave  to  see 
a  patient  there,  close  by  the  Heath.  I  liuve  just  time 
to  do  it  comfortably  before  dinner.  I  can  droj)  you  at 
your  own  door  us  we  return." 

''  And  tell  me  the  story  as  we  go.  I  dreamed  last 
night  I  had  burglariously  entered  your  abode,  and 
borne  away  your  story  triumphantly." 

Dr.  Glen  laughed,  and  gave  the  tip  of  her  nose  a 
rub  with  the  palm  of  her  hand,  a  curious  little  habit 
of  hers  which  has  often  amused  me. 

"  I'll  take  care  vou  don't  lav  burglarious  hands  on 
that,  madam.  I'll  burn  it  first.  \Vell,  are  you 
ready  ? " 


•^^MMMMM 


A   SilADoWrn  IJFE. 


39 


I  assented,  and  we  procccdod  to  the  door,  whore 
the  neat  viftoria  vvaitctl  further  orders,  rrosperous 
days  liad  coiue  to  Dr.  Ghwi,  and  the  t'arrifi«,'e  was  ])aid 
for  out  of  her  own  ikrofcssional  earnin»,'s.  She  was 
prond  of  her  suc'cess,  and  she  stepped  into  licr  own 
carriage,  and  sat  (h»wu  in  it  too,  like  a  woman 
who  always  lias  been  used  to  it.'  It  is  a  ijract!  of 
manner  diiKeult  to  ac(j[uire.  Dr.  (ilen  hns  it  t(» 
perfection. 

"  Well,  about  this  patient  of  mine,  this  man,"  she 
said,  with  !i  (Mirious  intonation  on  the  lust  word. 
Of  course,  I  got  him  by  mistake,  and  it  was  as  good 
as  a  pantomime  to  see  his  face  wlien  I  entered  his 
room.  Do  you  know  this,  dear  ? — tliere  is  not  a  woman 
in  twenty  who  can  bear  up  under  the  constant  humili- 
ation of  such  looks.  They  nearlv  slew  me — at  first  ; 
and  though  I  don't  get  so  many  of  tliem  now,  ot 
course  the  effect  is  just  the  same.  Well,  it  was  not 
long  after  the  Ca})el  case,  and  I  was  just  wondering 
whether  I  had  seen  my  first  and  last  j)atient,  when  I 
was  called  up  at  two  o'clock  in  the  morning.  Imagine 
the  excitement  of  hearing  the  night-bell  ring  in  my 
dressing-room,  and  of  speaking  down  the  tube  for 
the  first  time  !  It  was  a  delicious  sensation.  Curious 
how  we   change  ;   now    I    wish   the    bell-wire    woulu 


I- 


40 


ELI/.AIIETH  (.LENt  M,B, 


iV! 


)»reMk.  aixl  I  fct*!  inclined  to  stntl'  inv  Htockuijrs  down 
the  tid)('  to  ciismc  u  ([iiiet  ni;,^lit.  It  waH  a  man  who 
Hpokc  up  to  inc,  askinj^  if  IM  come  at  once  to  a  iiei^li- 
l)OUring  street  to  sec;  his  nnister,  who  had  had  a 
seiznre.  1  said  yes,  of  course,  and  asked  him  to  waif 
a  minute  for  me.  I  was  a  trifle  nervous  then  about 
the  streets  at  ni<(ht,  tliough  I  had  to  get  over  that. 
You  think  yon  can  dress  quickly, — I've  heard  you 
make  your  boast  of  it, — but  you  can't  beat  me.  And 
I  didn't  go  out  a  fright  either,  or  forget  to  do  my 
front  hair.  I  even  put  on  a  ])air  of  fresh  cuff's,  and 
I  was  down  that  stair  in  seven  minutes  from  the  time 
the  bell  rang.  By  this  time  Margaret  had  let  the 
man  in,  and  there  he  sat  on  tlie  hall  seat,  and  when 
he  saw  me  he  had  the  (jueerest  look  on  his  face  you 
ever  saw. 

" '  I  suppose  you  knew  I  was  a  huly  ? '  I  said,  a  trifle 
sluirply  ;  and  he  sla])ped  liis  hand  to  his  forelock 
respectfully  at  once. 

"  '  Yes'm— but— but ' 

"But  what?'  1  asked. 

" '  Not  so  young,  j)lease'm,'  he  said,  a  trifle  doubt- 
fully. 

"  '  I  ])resume  the  case  is  urgent.  We  had  bettei* 
go,'  I  said,   with  all  the  dignity  I  could  command, 


A  s/riD()inr>  ijfe. 


4' 


iind    wiishiu^^   my    liuir    would    sikMoiiIv    grow   grey. 
•  Are  you  tlic  gentleiiijiii's  servuiit  ?' 

"  '  Yes'ni,  his  viilet,/  he  re|)lied. 

"*Yqu  can  tell  nie  about  your  mast(T  as  we  2^0,' 
1  said  with  dignity,  anil  we  jiassed  out  together  into 
the  chill  air.  Yoit  dou't  know  wiiat  it  is  to  rise  out 
of  a  wuriu  bed  and  inarch  out  into  the  raw  air  at  two 
o'clock  on  a  November  morning,  so  be  thanki'ul  for 
your  mercies,  and  respectful  to  me. 

"  I  gathered  from  tiie  valet,  whose  name  was 
Williams,  that  his  nnister  had  had  a  sudden  seizun^ 
al)out  midnight,  when  preparing  for  bed,  and  that  he 
was  in  an  unconscious  state.  The  house  was  not  far 
otf — only  a  stone's  tlirow  from  my  own — but  VV^illiams 
had  gone  out  of  his  way  naturally  to  avoid  the  lady 
doctor,  and  it  was  only  in  d('sj)t  ration,  after  calling  on 
two  medical  men  and  finding  both  out,  that  he  came 
for  rae.  Wiicn  1  entered  the  house,  I  saw  at  a  glance 
what  not  ^i  man  in  ten  would  liave  noticed — that 
though  tlie  liall  was  quaint,  and  in  some  respects 
shabby,  it  contained  much  tluit  was  valuable,  and 
whiith  belonged  to  a  person  of  wealth  and  tast(;.  It 
was  a  private  liouse,  not  a  hnlging-liouse,  as  1  (juite 
exju'cted.  A  middle-iigc^l,  respectable-looking  lionse- 
keeper  came  rnnninu'  downstairs  to  receive  me,  looking 


44 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


at  once  relieved  and  a  trifle  disappointed  with  my 
appearance.  My  dear,  in  spite  of  all  you  and  the 
doctor  said  about  it,  it  was  a,  mistake  to  make  mvself 
smart  arid  vouthful  lookinjij  ;  it  only  implanted  dis- 
trust in  the  bosoms  of  my  elderly  patients,  and  a  lack 
of  respect  in  the  young  ones." 

"  I  don't  believe  it,"  I  replied  flatly.  "  If  we'd  let 
you  make  a  guy  of  yourself  to  begin  with,  we  sliouldn't 
be  riding  oat  to  Hampstead  in  j/ou?-  victoria,  Dr.  Glen, 
but  in  a  hired  one  at  three  shillings  an  hour.  But 
there  is  no  gratitude  in  this  world — now  proceed 
about  the  old  gentleman." 

"  I  calmly  nodded  to  the  housekeeper  and  pulled 
off  my  gloves  as  I  went  upstairs  behind  her  and  in 
front  of  Williams.  By  the  time  I  entered  the  large, 
lofty  room  where  my  patient  was,  I  was  so  interested 
in  him  that  I  forgot  all  about  them,  though  they 
stood  by  wliile  I  made  my  examination,  watching  me 
like  hawks.  I  saw  at  a  glance  what  was  wrong. 
He  had  had  a  paralytic  shock,  in  the  left  side  for- 
tunately, so  that  his  face  was  not  much  distorted. 
It  was  a  good  thing,  for  he  was  the  very  ugliest  old 
man  I  have  ever  seen.  He  looked  about  seventv 
years  of  age,  and  from  the  colour  of  his  skin  I 
thought  he  must  have  spent  the  greater  part  of  his 


A   SHADOWED  LIFE. 


43 


w^ith  my 
and  the 
3  mvself 

V 

ted  dis- 
[  a  Jack 

ve'd  let 
lonldn't 
\  GJei), 
*.  But 
proceed 

pnlled 
md  in 
large, 
rested 
they 
ig  me 
'^ronof. 

o 

!  for- 
)rted. 
fc  old 
Tntv 
in  I 
*  his 


life  in  a  foreign  country.  Though  this  was  my  first 
case  of  the  kind,  I  was  at  no  loss  how  to  proceed  ; 
and  the  two  pairs  of  suspicious,  watchful  eyes  upon 
me  kept  me  up  to  the  mark.  I  forgot  nothing,  and 
I  gave  my  orders  in  a  quick,  decisive  way,  wliich 
favourably  impressed  them,  I  could  see,  while  it 
filled  me  with  admiration  for  myself.  There  are 
moments,  a,s  you  know  as  well  as  I,  when  he  who 
hesitates  is  lost.  I  know  that  my  prompt  action 
saved  my  reputation  with  these  two  menials,  who 
have  stood  up  for  me  like  Britons  ever  since.  It 
will  not  be  very  interesting  for  you  to  hear  the 
details  of  mv  treatment  ;  suffice  to  sav  that  before  I 
left  him  I  had  the  satisfaction  of  seeing  my  patient 
open  his  eyes,  though  they  did  not  appear  to  look 
with  much  intelligence.  Still,  anything  is  better 
than  unconsciousness.  I  perceived  that  the  pair, 
Williams  and  Mrs.  Davis — both  Welsh  names,  bv- 
the-bye — were  considerably  relieved  by  even  such  a 
slight  improvement,  and  that  tliey  were  undoubtedly 
attached,  and  strongly  too,  to  their  very  ugly  old 
master.  When  I  left  about  six  o'clock,  Williams 
respectfully  followed  me  downstairs,  and  asked 
whether  I  would  like  him  to  walk  back  with 
me. 


44 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,  M.B. 


::ii''.:1 


" '  01)  no,'  I  replied  cheerfully.  '  It  is  day  now, 
and  I  nni  not  afraid.  1  shall  come  round  after 
breakfast  :  meanwhile  you  know  what  to  do/ 

" '  Yes'm,'  he  sjiid,  with  a  curious  touch  of  wistful- 
nesR,  which  made  his  phiin,  unintelligent  face  quite 
attractive. 

"  '  Would  you  jjlease  tell  me  liow  it's  likely  to  turn 
out  for  mv  master  ? ' 

"  *  I  can't,'  I  replied  frankly.  *  Because  I  don't 
know.  I  can  assure  you  this  stroke  will  not  be 
fatal,  that  is  all.  He  may  entirely  recover,  or  he 
may  be  left  partially  disabled.  We  shall  not  be  able 
to  tell  for  some  little  time.  Has  he  had  anything 
special  to  worry  or  annoy  him  lately?' 

"*  Yes'm,  a  heap;  he's  always  bein'  annoyed; 
they  don't  give  him  no  peace,'  he  said  quite 
savaorely. 

"  '  Who  are  "  tliey  "  ? '  I  inquired  suggestively. 

"'His  relations,  the  Brvnfords  of  Plas  Martvn  ; 
they've  done  their  best  to  suck  him  drv,  and  worry 
the  life  out  o'  him.  It  would  be  the  best  bit  o'  news 
they  ever  heard  if  he  died,  but  you  won't  let  'em 
hear  it  yet,  will  you.  Miss — Doctor— beggin'  your 
pardon  ? ' 

"  '  No,  we  won't,  since  they  are   so  bloodthirsty,' 


IS 


dr^ 


A   SHADOWED   LIFE. 


45 


lay  now, 
nd  after 

I. 

wistfuJ- 
ce  quite 

to  turn 

I  don't 
not  be 
or  he 
56  able 
iything 

loyed  ; 
quite 

trtyn  : 
worry 

news 
'    'eni 

your 

rsty,' 


I  replied,   with  a  smile.     'Then   my   patient's  name 
is  Brvnford  ? ' 

" '  Yes'm,  Brvnford  Martvn  it  should  be,   but  he 
dropped  the  Martyn  long  ago.' 

''  I  nodded  and  left  the  house,  beginning  to  be 
interested  in  the  curious  old  man,  who  evidently  had 
a  history  of  his  own.  He  could  not  be  so  repulsive 
as  he  looked,  since  he  had  won  the  (h'votion  of  the 
two  servants,  who  waited  upon  him  hand  and  foot, 
evidently  out  of  pure  affection.  I  saw  liim  again  in 
the  course  of  the  day,  and  found  him,  though  con- 
scious, in  a  dazed  condition.  He  appeared  to  know 
I  was  a  stranger,  and  to  wonder  what  1  wanted,  but 
he  always  submitted  quite  (jnietly  to  all  my  ministra- 
tions. This  went  on  for  some  days,  until  he  was 
able  to  talk,  a  little  tliickly  and  incoherently,  of 
course,  and  his  faithful  servants  appeared  to  be 
overjoyed  to  hear  the  tones  of  his  voice  again.  His 
first  question  to  me  was  not  very  encouraging.  What 
do  you  think  it  was?" 

I  said  I  did  not  know. 

"  Well,  he  asked  me  if  I  liad  been  disappointed  of 
a  husband  that  I  had  taken  to  medicine,  and  if  I  had 
no  relatives  to  put  me  in  a  lunatic  asylum." 

"  And  how  did  you  answer  him  ?  " 


46 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


I  I  I 


"I  told  him  frankly  to  mind  bis  own  business, 
and  not  to  forget  altogether  that  he  t  ;ed  his  life 
partly  to  me.  That  was  stretching  a  point,  maybe, 
but  I  was  bound  to  hold  my  own  with  him.  And 
he  liked  it ;  he  chuckled  over  that  retort  as  if  it 
were  one  of  Punch'' s  best  jokes,  and  wns  very  civil 
to  me  for  two  days.  He  was  the  queerest  mixture. 
Sometimes  I  positively  hated  him,  and  vowed  1 
should  never  pay  him  another  visit.  At  other  times 
he  was  almost  amiable,  and  there  was  something 
touching  in  his  loneliness,  and  in  his  utter  dependence 
on  his  servants,  who  lavished  upon  him  a  devotion 
which  he  must  have  earned,  since  it  had  nothing 
mercenary  about  it." 

*'  Did  he  never  suggest  that  you  should  have 
anotlier  opinion,  or  appear  to  object  to  regard  you 
as  his  medical  adviser  ?  " 

"  No,  he  was  most  amiable  so  far  as  that  was 
concerned  ;  and  his  confidence  in  me  did  a  great 
deal  towards  restoring  ray  self-respect,  wliich  so 
many  months'  idleness  had  brought  to  the  lowest 
ebb.  We  used  to  have  long  conversations  on  every 
conceivable  subject,  and  became  very  friendly,  after 
he  was  quite  strong  enough  to  speak.  One  morning 
Williams  came  for  me  in  tlie  greatest  haste,  saying 


A  SHADOWED  LIFE. 


47 


Mr.  Brynford  had  had  another  seizure,  and  would  I 
come  at  once.  He  explained  as  we  liurritMl  to  the 
house  together  that  some  of  his  relatives  from  Wales 
had  arrived  that  morning,  and  that  there  had  "been 
a  scene,  ending  in  the  collapse  of  his  master.  When 
we  entered  the  house,  a  lady  came  out  of  the  dining- 
room,  a  large,  haughty  person,  of  most  forbidding 
aspect,  and  witlioat  so  much  as  a  civil  greeting  asked 
me  what  I  wanted.  *  1  am  the  doctor  in  attenuance 
on  Mr.  Brynford,  madam,'  1  replied,  and  if  ever  I 
looked  haughty  I  think  I  managed  it  then  ;  *  and  I 
cannot  attend  to  you  until  1  have  seen  him.* 

•''She  stepped  out  into  the  hall  and  followed  me 
upstairs.  1  suti'ered  her  to  ascend  out  of  the  hearing 
of  Williams,  and  then  turned  to  her  politely. 

"  '  I  am  sorry  I  must  forbid  you  Mr.  Brynford's 
room  just  now,  madam.  I  understand  it  is  your 
sudden  arri*^al  which  has  again  prostrated  him. 
Until  I  give  permission  no  one  except  myself  and 
his  attendants  must  go  near  my   patient.' " 

"  Splendid,"  I  murmured.  "  Splendid  ;  you  were 
born  to  command,  Elizabeth  ;  but  go  on." 

"  You  should  have  seen  her  face  !  She  looked 
for  a  moment  as  if  she  would  disregard  me.  She 
was  nearly  twice  my  age,  \\n\  she  hu^.  an  eye  that 


V'f: 


48 


ELIZABETH  CLEN,   M.B. 


might  have  pieiHHMl  a  stone  wall,  but  I  met  her  gazo 
steadily,  and  sho  saw  that  I  raoaiit  what  I  said. 
She  was  neitlier  a  lady  nor  a  good  woman  ;  therefore 
1  had  no  comi)nnctioii  at  all  about  her  feelings. 
Wlien  I  entered  the  room  I  turned  the  key  in  the 
lock.  Mrs.  Davis  was  alone  with  her  master  bathing 
his  hands,  and  doing  everything  she  eould  think  of. 
I  sjiw  at  a  glance  that  wliat  I  feared  had  not  occurred; 
he  had  had  no  second  seizure,  but  liad  only  gone 
into  a  fainting  fit,  out  of  which  I  managed  to  bring 
liim,  and  when  he  o|)ene<l  his  eyes  I  saw  that  there 
was  a  scared  look  in  them,  as  if  Ik^  had  got  a  fright. 

"*Tliat  woman,  Sophia  Brynford  Martya,'  he 
muttered.     '  Has  she  gone  ? ' 

"'She  shall  not  come  in  here,  sir,'  I  said  sooth- 
ingly, and  I  laid  my  hand  witli  real  tenderness  on 
his  jiead.  He  was  very  ugly,  and  generally  most 
disagreeable,  but  I  felt  a  great  rusli  of  pity  for  him, 
and  could  not  help  showing  it.  Mrs.  Davis  took 
my  hand  and  kissed  it,  with  a  (pieer  sudden  gesture, 
and  tears  standing  in  her  eyes. 

"  '  But  has  she  gone  out  of  the  house  ?  Yon'll 
put  her  out,  won't  you,  Miss  Glen  ?  Get  the  police 
to  her,  only  put  her  out,'  he  said,  with  piteous 
eagerness. 


A  SI  I A  DOW  KD   LUE, 


49 


"  *  She  shall  leave  the  huuso  within  \\\\  hour,'  1 
replied,  with  that  colossal  assumption  at  whifh  you 
have  often  professed  yourself  amused.  He  Hj>peared 
more  contented  after  that,  and  when  1  had  given 
him  something  fell  into  a  sleep  of  exhaustion.  Then 
I  bethought  myself  of  the  large  woman  awaiting  mo 
downstairs. 

"  *  Mrs.  Davis,'  I  said  in  a  whisper,  '  will  you  come 
into  the  dressing-room  a  moment?' 

"  She  followed  nie  at  once. 

'' '  Can  you  tell  me  anything  ahout  the  lady  down- 
stairs ?  I  am  going  to  order  her  out  of  the  house — 
at  least  it  amounts  to  that.  But  what  relation  is 
she  to  Mr.  Brynford  ?  ' 

"  *  His  cousin's  witL',  doctor  ;  but  never  mind,  order 
lier  out  an'  welcome.     She's  a  bad  'un,  she  is.' 

'^  I  have  never  professed  immunity  from  tlie 
('(►mmon  weaknesses  of  mv  sex,  and  I  was  fearful  I  v 
(furious  concerning  my  patient  and  his  objectionable 
relative,  but  it  did  not  become  me  to  foi'ce  the  con- 
fidence of  a  servant  ;  so  1  withdrew  to  deal  as 
(liplomaticMlly  as  might  be  wii!i  Mrs.  Brynford 
Martyn. 

'•  She  was  pacing  tin;  hall,  a  most  impositig-looking 
fie-nre,  aiid    wl.en    she    heard    me   on    the    stairs    she 


it 


50 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   MB. 


!L 


ojH'iicd  the  diiiiiig-room  door  and  motioned  me  to 
enter.  1  did  so,  and  saw  there  a  gentleman,  sitting 
at  tlie  tabh'  unconcernedly  reading  the  Times^  a  small, 
rather  evil-looking  person,  with  red  hair  and  furtive 
shifting  eyes.  He  merely  glanced  at  me,  but  a 
curious  and  not  very  attractive  smile  was  on  his  face, 
as  if  he  anticipated  a  jdcasant  excitement  in  the 
encounter  between  his  wife  and  me. 

*' '  Well,'  said  Mrs.  Brynford  Martyn,  very  sharply, 
lu)w  did  vou  find  him  ?' 

" '  In  a  fainting  fit,  from  which  he  has  now 
recovered,'  I  replied  politely.  '  I  know  nothing, 
madam,  of  Mr.  Brynford's  family  afi'airs,  but  I  do 
know  that  in  his  present  weak  state  he  does  not  wish 
your  presence  in  the  house  ;  and  he  desires  me  to 
ask  you  to  leave  without  delay.' 

"  '  And  pray,  who  are  you,  to  bring  me  any  such 
message  ? '  she  inquired,  in  a  most  insulting  voice  ; 
but  1  kei)t  my  tem2)er,  and  replied  calmly  : 

"  '  I  am  his  medical  adviser.' 

^' '  Ilis  medical  adviser  I '  she  repeated,  with  a 
sneer.  '  And  a  pretty  one  you  are  ;  don't  you  think 
shame  of  yourself,  at  your  age,  a  disgrace  to  your 
sex,  nothing  more?' 

"  1  smiled,  because  I  could  not  lielp  it. 


A  SHADOWED  LIFE. 


SI 


i  to 


"  *  I  have  sent  for  another  doctor,  mifls,  a  proper 
doctor,  who  will  take  Mr.  Bryn ford's  case  into  his 
own  hands,  and  you  can  send  in  your  bill  as  soon 
as  you  like,  thonorh  I  suppose  yon  and  Williams  and 
Davis  have  feathered  your  pockets  pretty  well  out 
of  the  old  fool's  purse.' 

"  Her  vultrarity  took  the  sting  from  her  words, 
and  though  I  was  very  angry,  I  didn't  show  it. 

"'  I  am  Mr.  Brynford's  medical  adviser,'  I  repeated 
calmly,  *  and  I  keep  the  case  in  my  hands  until  he 
desires  other  advice.  As  you  have  sent  for  another 
doctor,  I  shall,  of  course,  wait  to  see  him,  and  explain 
the  matter  to  him.  If  necessary  I  must  remain  in 
the  house  altogether,  to  see  that  you  do  not  annoy 
Mr.  Brynford.  A  few  more  shocks  of  the  same  kind 
can  have  but  one  issue.' 

^'  The  pair  exchanged  glances  and  a  few  words  in 
Spanish,  which  I  unfortimately  did  not  understand. 
Then  Mrs.  Brynford  ]\Iartyn's  manner  suddenly 
changed,  and  became  ulmost  conciliatory. 

"  <  I  did  not  mean  to  be  rude  to  you.  Miss  Glen, 
but  I  have  been  naturally  annoyed,  of  course,  at 
having  been  kept  in  ignorance  of  my  cousin's  state 
of  health.  We  are  his  only  relatives,  and  it  has 
jrrieved  us  to  see  him  so   entirely  in   the   hands   of 


52 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  MB. 


servants.  He  is  a  very  rich  man,  and  I  fear  these 
people  only  serve  him  for  their  own  ends.' 

"*  I  don't  tliink  so,  madam,'  I  re])lied  courteously. 
'  1  have  had  every  opportunity  of  observing  them, 
and  I  have  never  seen  greater  personal  devotion  than 
Williams  and  Mrs.  Davis  bestow  on  Mr.  Brynford.' 

'•  She  shrugged  her  shonlders,  and  made  no  reply 
to  that. 

"  '  As  my  cousin  has  unfortunately  taken  some 
strange  nmbia<!:e  at  us,  and  we  cannot  but  think 
that  his  mind  has  been  poisoned  against  us,'  she 
said, '  Mr.  Martvn  and  I  will  leave  the  house  to-dav. 
We  sluill  go  to  the  Inns  of  Court  Hotel  in  Holborn, 
iind  there  remain  until  Mr.  Brynford  is  better.' 

"  This  was  so  much  gained,  and  within  an  hour 
the  pair  liad  left  tlie  house.  I  went  up  to  inform 
Mr.  Brynford  of  tlicir  departure,  but  found  him  still 
asleep,  and  after  I  had  seen  the  medical  man  whom 
]\Irs.  Brynford  Martyn  ha    called  in  1  also  left." 

"  What  did  the  other  doctor  say  ?  "  I  inquired. 

"  Oh,  he  was  very  civil,  and  we  liave  been  most 
friendly  ever  since.  AVell,  I  did  not  see  my  patient 
till  the  evening,  and  then  he  was  quite  himself  again, 
very  weak  of  course,  but  apj)areutly  relieved  in  his 
mind. 


these 

oiisly. 
them, 
\  than 
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reply 

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think 
she 
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born, 

hour 

form 

still 

horn 


tiiost 

tient 

?aiu, 

his 


'    'I    WILL   ADMIT  A    NATUKAL    CUKIOSITV,   MH.    aKYNFOHD.     "  [fi.   6& 


A  SHADOUEI)   LIFE, 


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in 


[fi.  6& 


"  *  You  gave  ns  all  a  pretty  fright  this  moniing, 
Mr.   Hrvnt'ord  '  I   said. 

"  He  sniih'd  taintlv,  aiul  asked  me  to  Hit  down, 
which  1  was  not  h)th  to  (h),  heiug  exceedingly  anxious 
to  have  souie  light  thrown  on  the  oecurrenee  of  the 
morning,  thougii  1  hardly  anticipiited  that  Mr. 
Brynford  would  give  me  his  full  eonfideiuu'. 

"'Well,  did  you  have  a  hot  (puirter  of  an  hour 
with  her  this  morning,  my  dear?'  he  asked,  with 
a  curious  gleam  in  his  restless  ijhick  eyes.  He 
sometimes  said  'mv  dear*  to  me,  and  never  oifensivelv. 
1  knew  by  it  that  he  was  immensely  pleased. 

"'She  is  certainly  not  a  very  agreeable  person,' 
I  replied.  '  But  1  succeeded  in  convincing  her  that 
it  would  be  better  for  them  to  leave  the  house,  anJ 
that  was  the  main  business,  wasn't  it  ? ' 

" '  Indeed  it  was.  No,  she  isn't  an  agreeable 
person,  Miss  Glen  ;  she's  a  fiend,  a  woman  without 
heart  or  j)rin(n'ple.  It  is  due  to  you,  seeing  you 
have  done  so  jnuch  for  me,  to  tell  you  something 
about  her,  and  how  slie  came  to  have  such  an  evil 
influence  on  my  life.' 

"'I  will  admit  a  natural  curiosity,  Mr.  Brynford; 
but  if  it  will  agitate  you  to  speak  of  her,  pray  don't.' 

" '  Oh,    it   will    agitate    me,   but    no   worse    than 


54 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


thinlviiig  of  her.  Besides,  I  want  to  tell  you.  I've 
never  known  anybody  like  you,  so  good  and  true, 
and  possessing  so  much  sound  common  sense.'  There, 
see  how  nnblnshingly  I  can  sonnd  my  own  praises  ; 
but  it's  all  a  part  of  the  story. 

"  I  tliink  I  see  the  poor  old  gentleman  yet,  sitting 
up  in  bed,  with  his  gandy  Eastern  dressing-gown 
round  his  shoulders,  and  a  Turkish  cap  on  the  back 
of  his  head,  his  thin  white  hair  straggling  out  below 
it,  making  his  face  look  even  more  j)arched  and 
yellow  by  contrast.     He  was  a  pathetic  sight. 

''  You  wouldn't  think,  looking  at  Sophia  Martyn,' 
he  began,  '  that  she  once  appeared  to  me  a  beautiful 
and  attractive  woman.  But  it  is  the  case.  I  have 
spent  the  greater  part  of  my  life  in  India.  I  was 
on  the  Government  survey,  and  in  the  course  of  my 
lourneys  took  up  shares  in  various  tea-gardens,  which 
turned  out  a  good  speculation,  and  helped  to  make 
my  fortune.  I  rather  enjoyed  the  wandering  life 
after  I  got  used  to  the  privation  of  being  almost 
totally  removed  from  civilisation.  There  was  a  young 
fellow  on  our  staff,  Fred  Clayton  by  name,  who  was 
a  great  chum  of  mine  ;  we  were  as  intimate  as 
brothers,  loved  each  other  more  dearly  than  most 
brothers,  till   we   both   fell  in   love  mth   the  same 


A   SNA  DOW  ED   LIFE. 


55 


woman — the  woman  you  saw  \v?\'q  this  morning.  Wo 
saw  her  first  at  her  brother's  bungalow  in  Assam, 
where  she  was  keeping  house  for  him.  He  was 
manai^rer  of  a  tea-<?arden  there,  and  they  were  a  roiiuh 
lot  altogether,  and  were  spoken  of  lightly  all  over 
the  district.  But  they  were  jolly,  and  Clayton  and  I, 
careless  young  fellows,  hung  about  their  i)lace,  travel- 
ling long  distances  to  it  whenever  we  got  tlie  chance, 
and  of  course  we  fell  in  love  witli  her,  or  imagined 
ourselves  in  love,  whicli  amounted  to  the  same  thing. 
She  was  a  very  pretty  girl  then,  and  had  that  pecnliar 
fascination  which  a  woman,  not  good  at  heart,  can 
sometimes  exercise  for  the  time  being  over  the  best 
of  men.  But  only  ibr  tlie  time  being,  mark  you ; 
the  revulsion  of  feeling  is  bound  to  come  sooner  or 
later.  She  was  not  jjarticularly  comfortable  at  tlic 
bungalow  with  her  brother,  having  come  out  to  him 
against  his  express  desire,  and  he  often  showed  her 
pretty  plainly  that  she  was  hardly  tolerated.  That, 
of  course,  made  her  doubly  anxious  to  get  married, 
and  she  did  her  utmost  to  secure  a  husbtiiid.  makinir 
the  mistake,  however,  of  letting  her  cH'orts  be  too 
plainly  seen.  She  liad  had  plenty  dangling  after  her, 
but  somehow  they  always  sheered  off  at  the  criticiil 
moment.     Clayton  and  I  were  about  equally  hit,  and 


s*? 


ELIZAnETII  r.LEN.   MB. 


she  made  it  lier  ])iisirjess  to  find  out  wliicli  of  iis  was 
the  Lest  inatcli.  The  hick  was  on  my  side.  I  belong 
to  an  ohl  Welsli  family,  and  I  liad  a  ])roj)erty  in 
Carnarvon,  and  my  ])r()s])eets  were  mncii  better  than 
poor  ("Inyton's,  who  luul  nothing-  l)at  liis  professntn 
to  h>ok  to.  So  sit?  favoured  me.  Clavton  was  madlv 
jenlous,  of  course,  and  over  So])hia  IMuke  we  fell  o»it 
for  the  first  tinn*  since  our  ac<jUiiintjiiice  hegan.  if 
she  hnd  (nily  heen  honest  to  jtoor  Fred,  things  might 
have  gone  dilh*rently,  hut  she  gave  him  encourage- 
ment when  I  was  not  there  ;  in  fact,  at  the  botttmi 
I  believe  she  liked  him  best,  as  well  as  such  a 
heartless  woman  could  like  anybody.  Well,  things 
came  to  Jin  nwful  crisis  when  we  went  up  together 
to  spend  Chri>tmiis  with  the  Blakes.  There  were 
other  j)eoj)le  there — not  a  very  nice  set — and  there 
was  a  good  deal  of  gambling,  and  other  objectionable 
games  went  on.  Sophia's  behaviour  was  the  reverse 
of  what  it  ought  to  have  been,  but  we  saw  no  ffiult 
in  it.  Thev  "uve  a  dance  on  ('hristmas  Eve,  and 
tliere  were  about  thirty  persons  there.' 

"'Thirty!'  I  n'peated  iu  sur])risej  'where  did 
they  nil  come  from  ?  ' 

"  '  Far  and  near.  People  think  nothing  of  riding 
twenty   miles   to   a   (hmce   in    India.      I've    done    it 


A   SHADOIVED  LIFE. 


myself,  many  a  time.  Sophia  flirted  (mtrageously 
Jill  the  evening.  I  was  sitting  a  dance  out  in  the 
verundali  with  her,  and  was  just  on  the  point  of 
asking  her  the  all-im])ortant  (piestion,  which  I  should 
have  regretted  always,  when  (Jlayton  eame  out.  I 
had  my  arm  round  her  waist,  as  I  had  often  had. 
I  saw  in  a  minute  that  Fred  was  in  a  passion.  1 
didn't  know,  of  course,  that  slie  had  been  sitting  witli 
him  just  in  the  same  ])ositi()n  not  an  hour  ago.  He 
oulv  looked  at  us  both  sten<lilv  a  moment,  and  then 
re-entered  the  l)Uiigalow. 

a  i  u  ]>oor  Fred  looks  struck  all  of  a  heap,  doesn't 
he?"  she  asked  co([uettishly.  ''Bat  what  was  it 
you  were  going  to  say  ?" 

"  *  I  coiddn't  ibr  tlie  life  of  me  liave  said  it.  The 
look  on  Fred's  face  liaunted  me.  I  got  up  suddenly, 
and  said  we'd  better  go  back  to  the  lionse.  She  was 
angry  and  cluigrined,  I  could  see,  but  I  didn't  care. 
I  knew  now  that  Fred  was  much  liarder  hit  than 
I  was,  and  1  mnde  up  my  mind  to  leave  him  an  open 
field,  forgetting  that  1  had  a  woman  to  deal  with 
as  well.  AVe  re-entered  the  house,  and  as  I  was 
standing  at  one  of  the  portiere  curtains,  someon*' 
taj)ped  nil'  on  the  shouhk^r,  and  Fred's  voice  spoke  :    - 

"  * "  Come  out,  Tom.     I  want  to  speak  to  you." 


'■■^^imiita^' 


58 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,   M.B. 


"'I  turned  /ouir.i  and  followed  him  at  once.  A 
little  avenue  of  deodars  ran  strai«jht  down  from  the 
front  of  the  bungalow  to  the  rough  road,  the  jungle 
being  on  the  other  side.  It  was  a  pretty  wild  part 
of  tlie  country,  and  the  tea-garden  one  of  tlie  latest 
brought  under  cultivation.  On  this  road,  in  the 
op3n  space,  Fred  stood  still.  I  think  I  see  him  still, 
his  face  distorted  with  anger  and  his  eyes  blazing.  He 
had  always  a  passionate  temper,  which  often  got  the 
better  of  fcim,  but  1  had  never  seen  him  so  worked  up. 

"  * "  I  wfi,nt  to  know,"  he  said,  and  his  voice  was 
tliick,  "  what  you  mean  by  making  love  to  my 
affianced  wife.  We  can't  both  have  her,  and  I  want 
YOU  to  understand  that  slie  belonj^s  to  me." 

'' '  I  don't  know  what  it  was  in  his  look  and  tone 
that  irritated  me,  but  I  got  angry  too. 

"  '  "  That's  for  the  lady  to  decide,  isn't  it  ?  "  I  said, 
with  a  slight  sneer;  "and  I  don't  think  she  has 
decided  yet.  Suppose  we  call  her  here  to  do  it  on 
the  spot." 

"  < "  "VYe  can  decide  it  ourselves  if  you  like,  a  fair 
field  and  a  fair  fight,"  he  said  suggestively.  "  If  you 
don't  give  her  up,  swear  to  me  here  that  you'll  never 
breathe  love  to  her  again,  I'll  kill  you,  Tom  Brynford, 
where  you  stand." 


A   SHADOWED  LIFE 


59 


fair 

you 

lever 

ford, 


"  *  I  liuighed  ri^ht  ont.  I  was  sorry  for  the  boy, 
but  at  the  same  time  he  amused  me. 

"'"I've  only  to  snap  my  fingers  and  she's  mine, 
my  lad,"  I  said  lightly,  not  dreaming  that  my  idle 
word  would  have  such  an  awful  effect.  He  whipped 
a  pistol  from  his  breast,  and,  pointing  at  me,  fired 
a  shot  which  missed  me  clean.  I  jumjR'd  back,  of 
course,  and  before  I  recv^vered  myself  there  was 
another  double  report,  and  I  saw  poor  Clayton  fall 
to  the  ground,  with  a  red  stain  on  his  glossy  shirt 
front.  As  quick  as  lightning  a  woman's  white  form 
flashed  among  the  deodars,  and  Sopliia  flew  out  from 
her  hiding,  where  she  had  been  listening  to  our  con- 
versation. We  bent  over  him  together,  but  he  never 
spoke  nor  moved.     He  was  dead.' 

"  At  this  point  the  poor  old  gentleman  was  quite 
overcome,  and  I  had  to  give  him  a  stimulant.  It  was 
some  time  before  he  could  speak  again,  and  then  he 
did  not  sav  much. 

"  '  You  are  a  good  woman,"  he  said,  '  so  you  can't 
comprehend  the  depths  of  a  bad  one.  I  don't  want 
to  expatiate  here  on  Sophia  Blake's  wickedness  ;  it, 
and  my  own  bitter  regret,  have  cursed  my  life  for 
the  last  forty  years.  Instead  of  being  sobered  and 
changed  by  the  lad's  awful  fate,  she  souglit  to  make 


r 


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ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


it  th-  s+eppiijg-stone  to  her  own  advancement.  She 
said  that  if  I  did  not  marry  her  she'd  tell  a  story 
which  would  be  so  ])adly  against  me  that  my  life 
wouldn't  ';e  worth  an  hour's  pnrchasi'c  Marry  her  ! 
I'd  rather  liave  served  myself  with  the  same  pistol 
that  had  killed  poor  Fred.  It  was  mine,  too,  and 
she  might  liave  made  tlie  evidence  strong.  There 
was  an  inquiry,  of  course,  but  an  inquiry  in  India 
and  one  in  England  are  not  synonymous  terms.  1 
refused  to  many  hei*,  but  fool  that  I  was,  T  offered 
her  money  as  com})ensation,  though  compensation  for 
what  1  did  not  very  well  know.  I  was  distracted, 
in  fact,  and  didn'c  know  what  I  was  doing,  and  I  put 
myself  in  her  power.  But  marry  her  T  didn't,  and 
never  would.  I'd  have  killed  her  and  myself  first. 
She  followed  me  to  England,  and  1  knew  no  peace 
till  she  married  my  worthless  cousin,  Robert  Martyn  ; 
and  as  he  never  could  earn  a  penny  for  himself,  1 
allow  them  to  live  at  Plas  IVIartyn,  and  give  them 
enough  to  live  upon.  But  sue  has  an  eye  to  my 
money,  and  would  hold  the  old  threat  of  exposure 
over  me  yet  if  I  would  see  her,  which  1  haven't  done 
for  some  years.  She  stole  a  march  upon  me  this 
morning.'     And  that  was  his  tale. 

"  Though  lie  told  me  thf»  story  that  night,  he  never 


all 
ab 
In 
sto 


A   SHADOWED  LIFE. 


61 


iyn  ; 
if,  T 
lb  em 
inv 
isnre 
lone 
Ithis 

jver 


alluded  to  it  again,  nor  did  1,  and  I  never  told  him 
about  a  letter  I  wrote  to  Mrs.  Brynford  Martyn  at  the 
Inns  of  Court,  letting  her  understand  that  I  knew  thc: 
story  of  her  life  and  my  patient's.  She  replied  most 
insultingly,  of  course,  but  from  that  time  she  left 
him  alone." 

"  And   did  he  recover  ? "  I  inquired,  with  intense 

interest. 

"  Oh  yes,  and  went  about  as  lively  as  a  cricket 
for  several  years,  till  another  shock  carried  him  away 
only  six  months  ago." 

"And  I  hope  he  was  properly  grateful  to  you  for 
your  attention,  for  saving  his  life,  and  ridding  him  of 
a  torment." 

"  I  didn't  think  so  at  the  time,*'  replied  Dr.  Glen, 
with  a  very  odd  little  smile.  "  I  sent  him  my  bill 
in  due  course,  putting,  as  I  thought,  a  fair  value  on 
my  services,  and  he  sent  Williams  back  with  it,  to 
tell  me  it  was  exorbitant,  and  that  I  must  take  oft' 
the  odd  shillings." 

"  And  did  vou  ?  " 

ft/ 

"  No,  I  never  reduce  a  bill,  my  dear  ;  it's  a  bad 
precedent  to  c^'eate.  Either  it  must  be  paid  in  full 
or  not  at  all.  He  did  })ay  it,  thougli  with  grumbling. 
He   was  a  very   ([ucer  old   man.     1  have  never  fold 


■iT*^Jmei^'^ 


63 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  MB. 


you  it  was  Mr.  Brynford  who  left  me  the  money 
to  buy  the  caniage,  and  a  letter,  which  1  may 
show  you  8omc  day  when  I  am  particularly  amiable, 
and  you  are  not  on  the  hunt  for  copy.  Here  we 
are  1 " 


li 


III. 


A    CHTUSTMAS    BABY. 


"  TD  ABIES  ?  "  said  Dr.  Glen  medita-  -ei^.  "  Yes, 
I  know  somethinf]^  about  babies,  —not  very 
mnch  perhaps,  but  enough  to  convinct  ^  o  that  they 
are  not  so  helpless  as  they  are  ciillod.  A  good, 
decent-sized  baby  lias  as  much  i)ower  in  its  small 
finger  as  some  grown  people  have  in  their  whole 
anatomy,  and  a  larger  capacity  for  tyranny  in  its 
tiniest  squall  than  an  autocrat  in  his  most  autocratic 
mood." 

"  Could  you  demonstrate  the  fact  ? "  1  enquired, 
with  a  smile. 

"I  could,  but  you  don't  require  it  to  be  demon- 
strated.    You  can't  contradict  it." 

"  Have  you  got  anything  specially  interesting  about 
babies  in  that  journal  of  yours  ?  "  I  enquired,  with 
cautious  meekness. 

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ELI /.A  BETH   GLEX,   M.H. 


"Yea,  iii(l(M'(l,"  replied  Dr.  Glen  ('hoorfully.  "  But 
who  wants  to  hear  ahont  babies?" 

"Everybody,"  I  asserted  boldly.  "Those  who 
have  babies  like  to  read  about  them,  if  onlv  to  see 
whether  the  writer  knows  what  she  is  talking];:  about. 
Those  who  have  not  got  them  wish  they  had,  and 
are  devoured  with  curiosity  regarding  their  habits 
and  customs." 

"  You  wriggle  out  of  everything  with  surprising 
agility,  for  a  person  of  your  age,"  sjiid  Dr.  Glen 
whimsically.  ''  I  suppose  the  long  and  the  short 
of  it  is  you  wjnit  a  baby  story  this  mouth,  don't 
you  ?  " 

"  Yes,  1  do." 

"  Then  why  couldn't  you  say  so  in  plain  language, 
instead  ot  trying  to  walk  round  th(;  enemy  in  that 
fashion  ?  " 

"  Well,  to  tell  the  truth,  the  enemy  wears  rather 
a  forbidding  as]»ect  to-day,  with  that  ominous  pucker 
between  her  brows." 

'•  Well,  I  am  worried,  awfully  worried,"  said  Dr. 
Glen  ;  and,  sitting  down,  she  let  lier  scjuare,  beau- 
tiful chin  drop  iuto  her  hands,  and  regarded  me 
solemnly  over  lier  finger-tips.  "I've  got  a  patient, 
a  woman,  who  won't  get  bettei',  nor  show  the  tiniest 


A   CHRISTMAS   /i.iny. 


6< 


that 


Dr. 

)ean- 
111  e 
lient, 

hiost 


bit,  of  ini|»r(iv('mf'iit  even.  Sin-  dclics  ovory  Ivtiovvti 
remody,  and   I'm  at  my  wit's  ond." 

''What's  the  matter  witli   her?" 

"  Well,  between  ourselves,  I  don't  minM  telling 
yon  the  diaj]^nosis  of  her  cnse  has  been  a  |»n///,le  to 
rae.  Sometimes  I  think  she  has  one  thing,  some- 
times anotlier." 

"That's  a  tearful  confession.  Hasn't  she  anv  svinp- 
toms  ?  "  M  eiKjiiired  vnjj^uely. 

"  Far  too  many  ;  and  von  needn't  adopt  sneh  a 
superior  air.  Yonr  liusnand  has  ])een  in  the  same 
dilemma  often,  I  could  take  my  nllidavit,  though, 
being  a  man,  he  wouldn't  admit  it." 

''  How  hard  you  always  are  on  nien,  Filizjiheth," 
1  said,  in  mild  remonstrance. 

"  Am  1  ?  Thev  caii  survive  it  ;  but  it  is  a  worrv- 
ing  thing,  dear,  to  go  on  day  after  day,  doing  one's 
verv  best  and  seeing  no   result.     One   has  no  credit 


by  such   patient 
them  even  to 


8  ;   they  haven't  sufficient    ene 


rgy   in 


ike  a  disease  thoroughly,  and  give 


a 


poor  medico  a  chance." 
Has  she  a  history  ? 


a 


u 


a 


«» 


Oh  yes,  she's  going  into  the  journal  by-and-bye." 
I'll  take  her  to-day  if  you  are  not  in  the  mood 


for  babies,"  1  said  iusinuatinglv. 


66 


ELIZAHETII  GLEN,   MB. 


"  X(»,  no,  slic  isn't  nearly  rcndy,  Imf  to  Ih*  cm!!- 
linut'd  ior  sonn;  time  to  conic.  I  haro  a  n^ood  ImiIiv 
story,  and  as  I  snpposc^  yof.  mean  to  sit  tliere  till 
yon  <;('t  it,  1  liad  lu'ttcM'  l)(';L,nii  at  onco/' 

"  l>o,"  I  said  enconraj^in^ly,  with  my  noto-l»ook 
ready  in  mv  Inind. 

"  Well,  this  bahy  happened  pretty  far  hack  in  my 
experience,  and  as  lie  was  my  first  bahy,  it  was  fit- 
tin*;  lie  should  have  something  to  distin<i^nisli  him 
from  all  tlie  rest.  Looking  over  my  books  the  other 
night,  how  many  babies  do  yon  think  I  found  myself  to 
have  assisted  at  the  earliest  stai»e  of  their  existence  ?  " 

''  1  shoiddn't  like  to  say,  but  tell  rae." 

'-'On  second  tliou«>]its  I  won't— at  least  not  to-dav. 
Well,  this  baby  is  a  great  fellow  now  at  Loretto 
School.     1  had " 

"At  Loretto!"  I  interrupted.  "What's  he  doing 
there?     Is  he  Scotch?" 

"  Yes.  Sec  what  a  word  can  do  I  "  said  Dr.  Glen, 
with  a  little  tender  smile.  "  I  say  Loretto,  and  you 
immediately  forget  all  about  babies,  and  see  nothing 
but  that  little  (piaint  old  town,  where  tlie  grey  sea 
tosses  up  to  the  green  links,  on  which  the  red 
jackets  of  the  college  boys  make  lovely  bits  of  colour; 
is  that  not  so  ?  " 


/f    (  IIKISTMAS  li.\nY. 


«7 


*'  IndofMl  it  is,"  I  !i(liiiitlo<l,  hihI  tlnTc  wjis  pv<mi  a 
inoiHturo  in  my  eyes  as  she  drew  I  he  piftiirt'  tor  inc, 
lor  niv  licart  filled  in  iininv  details  slie  did  uof 
nu'iitioii.  The  (|iiaint  sea-heii,t  town,  nnide  ehissii^ 
bv  its  old  eolle;;e,  is  haunted  bv  manv  memories, 
and  tliere  is  a  lionse  there,  fMei?i<j^  tlie  sea,  hallowed 
to  me  bv  thouirhts  of  som<'  who  are  "nwav." 

''  There  are  lots  of  })reoions  bits  in  the  old  land 
for  yon  yet,  dearest,"  said  Dr.  (Jlen,  and  her  face 
wore  its  h)veliest  look.  "  Hut  1  cjiii't  have  von  <;row- 
ing  sad  over  it,  because  I'm  a  bit  out  of  sorts  myself, 
and  if  we  both  go  down  at  the  same  moment  it  will 
be  a  ba,d  business.  Besides,  this  isn't  a  sad  story, 
thous;]!  it  be«'in8  in  sombre  colours.  It's  a  storv 
that  will  reioice  vonr  soul,  a  record  of  no})le  en- 
deavour,  of  difficulties  manfully  overcouie." 

''Go  on,"  I  • 'd,  putting  tlie  point  of  my  pencil 
to  the  page  once  more. 

"  Well,  about  this  great  boy — when  I  saw  him  the 
other  '^av  1  could  not  believe,  when  I  looked  at  his 
broad  shoulders  and  long  legs,  that  1  had  once  held 
liim  in  my  arms,  a  limp  atom  of  humanity,  witlj 
nothing  distinguishing  about  liim  but  his  yell,  which 
was  truly  stentorian." 

"•  Begin    witii    the   yell,"   1   said,    with    suggestive 


68 


EUZABF.TH   GLEN,    MB. 


hnsto,  for  liy  certain  si^ns  and  symptoms  1  nfathered 
that  Or.  (rlen  was  not  in  a  dependable  mood. 

"  I  must  begin  before  that,"  said  Dr.  Glen.  "  Well, 
one  night  I  was  sitting  at  dinner,  when  the  bell 
rang  in  a  ratlier  fast  and  fnrions  fashion.  I  had 
the  Hrynford  case  in  hand  at  the  time,  and  I  quite 
expected  a  summons  to  tiie  old  gentleman,  when 
Margaret  came  to  say  a  young  gentleman  wanted 
me  in  the  consulting-room,  'An'  he's  Scotch,  Miss 
'Lizbeth,'  she  said  in  her  canny  way.  '  An' a  bonnie 
man,  though  trouble  sits  upon  his  face  ;  an'  his  vera 
tongue  warms  up  a  body's  heart.' 

"  This  sounded  so  interesting  that  I  left  my  pad- 
ding unfinishetl  and  went  to  interview  my  patient. 
He  was  standing  just  by  my  table  there,  a  big, 
powerful,  broad-shouldered  fellow,  fairly  well  dressed 
it  appeared,  though  wlien  I  saw  him  in  daylight  I 
discovered  that  he  was  very  shabby.  His  face  was 
very  honest  and  winning,  but  it  was  haggard  with 
trouble,  and  at  the  very  first  moment  I  thought  he 
looked  as  if  he  wanted  a  good  meal.  And  that  im- 
pression was  correct.  If  I  regarded  him  attentively 
he  returned  my  steady  look  with  interest,  and  there 
was  a  distinct  appeal  in  his  eyes  wliich  made  me  soft 
at  once.     Yes,  though  lie  was  only  a  man,  I  made  up 


ilA_ 


j4    CHRISTMAS   BARY. 


red 


le 


^Vell, 

bell 

had 
quite 
when 
anted 

Miss 
Donnie 
s  vera 

;  pnd- 
atient. 

big, 
ressed 

light  I 
|^,e  was 
with 
;ht  he 
lat  im- 
itivelv 
there 
le  soft 
ide  up 


my  mind  on  the  spot  that  whatever  help  he  needed — 
and  help  it  was,  anybody  could  see  that — I  would  not 
refuse. 

"  *  You  are  Dr.  Glen  ?'  he  said  :  and  his  voice  had 
precisely  the  effect  Margaret  had  described  as 
*  warming  up  your  heart.'  That  phrase  expresses 
it  better  than  anything  else. 

"  '  I  am.  Won't  you  sit  down  ?  '  I  said  pleasantly  ; 
but  he  did  not  do  so.  *1  am  iu  trouble,'  he  said,  in 
that  honest,  direct  way  wliich  wins  everybody  even 
to  this  day.  '  My  wife  is  very  ill,  and  1  came  to  see 
if  you  would  see  her.' 

" '  Whv,  of  course  I  will,'  I  said  cheerfully.  '  Can 
you  wait  just  ten  minutes  till  1  tinish  my  dinner  ? 
Is  it  far  to  go  ?  ' 

"  '  2so  J  only  to  Kiego  ^Street.' 

"  '  Riego  Street  ? '  1  repeated,  the  name  not  being 
familiar  to  me. 

"*It's  a  poor  place  ;  off  Gray's  Inn  Hoad,'  he  said, 
and  his  face  flushed  a  little.  'And  it  is  mv  dutv  to 
tell  you  that  we  are  very  poor,  and  it  may  be  some 
little  time  before  we  can  pay  your  fee  ;  but  1  will  |)ay 
it,  mjulam,  1  give  you  my  wonl.' 

"  •  Oh,  pray  don't  mention  it,'  I  said  hastily,  feeling 
quite  ashamed  that  he  should  so  assure  me.     '  What 


70 


ELIZABETH  fiLEX,   M.B. 


\^\ 


is  the  mutter  witli  your  wife  ?  Has  she  been  long 
ill?' 

"  SSlie  has  ailed  for  some  time,  but  not  serionslv. 
The  trutli  is  she  ex])ects  to  have  a  cliild.' 

"  '  Oh  ! '  1  said,  with  intense  interest,  for  remember 
it  was  my  tirst  wise,  an<l  I  would  liave  tramped 
miles  to  it  for  nothing.  'And  does  she  expect  it 
to-niglit  ? ' 

" '  Oil  no,  not  for  a  week  or  two,'  lie  replied,  with 
a  mehiiieholy  smile.  '  Bnt  she  is  so  very  poorly,  1 
felt  1  could  not  wait  any  h)nger.' 

" '  But  do  you  mean  to  say  you  have  not  engaged 
anyone  to  attend  her  till  now  ? ' 

"  '  No.  8he  had  heard  of  you.  Dr.  Glen,  and  would 
not  hear  of  anyone  else.  We  were  waiting  till  1  could 
brinj:;  vour  fee  in  mv  hand,  but  I  have  not  been  able 
to  earn  it  ;  and  I  could  not  see  her  suffer  any  longer. 
I  trust  you  will  not  refuse  to  come.' 

"  Annie,  I  felt  dreadfullv  .^shamed  and  sorrv  for 
him.  The  man  was  a  gentleuiMU  ;  conceive  what 
it  must  have  cost  him  to  stand  there  and  utter  tliose 
humiliating  words. 

"'What  do  you  tnke  me  for?'  I  asked  brusquely, 
to  hide  my  real  feeliims.  '  Vou  nre  a  countryman  of 
my  own  :  and  if  I  can  do  anythirg  ibr  you,  you  are 


vs^:i^i■-^i^'i 


A    CHRISTMAS   HA  BY 


7> 


'\\.\\ 


for 
kvhat 
|lu)se 

|in  of 
are 


welcome.  Pray  dnii't  say  any  more,  but  sit  down 
until  I  get  on  my  l)oot8,  and  then  yon  can  pilot 
me  to  Riego  Street.' 

''  Li  ordinary  cirennistances  I  should  liave  let  liini 
go  and  followed  alone,  Imt  I  wanted  to  talk  to  him 
a  little  more,  to  learn  souiething  of  tlieir  circurastanees 
before  I  saw  my  patient.  I  liad  one  stu])endons 
desire  as  I  liurri(-a  hack  to  finisli  ray  dinner,  and 
that  wns  to  send  Margaret  to  the  consulting-room 
with  a  steaming  hot  plate  of  sonp  ;  hut  there  are 
things  one  daren't  do,  how  ever  inucii  one  wants.  I 
did  not  keep  him  waiting  long,  you  may  be  sure,  and 
directly  we  got  out  1  made  him  hail  tlie  first  hansom. 
And  he  handed  me  into  it,  ray  dear,  as  only  a  gentle- 
man can,  and  at  my  recpiest  got  in  beside  rae. 

'''Now,'  I  said,  in  quite  a  raotlierly  manner,  though 
lie  was  my  own  age,  if  not  more,  'tell  rae  something 
more  about  your  poor  wife.  Is  she  Scotch  like  your- 
self ? ' 

"  '  Yes,  she  belongs  to  Edinburgh.' 
"  'And  how  long  have  von  been  in  Tiondon  ?* 
" '  Nearlv  two  vears  :  and  what  an  awful  stru<j:":le 
it  has  been  ! ' 

"  He  leaned  back,  and  his  face  grew  more  haggard 
and  his  mouth  trembh'd.     W(»  like  men  to  be  stronir 


72 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,    MB. 


and  solf-reliuiit,  and  to  exhibit  no  sign  of  weakness 
even  in  trying  moments,  Imt  there  are  times  when 
sue!)  weakness  is  no  dislionour  to  manliood.  The  man 
was  beaten,  and  as  I  conld  easily  see,  the  first  words 
of  genuine  sympatliy,  though  but  poorly  expressed, 
broke  him  down.  I  did  not  sjx'uk  to  him  for  a  minute 
or  H(»,  and  tlien  I  .^aid  cheorfuJlv  ; 

"  '  Oh,  but  all  struggles  come  to  an  end,  and  there 
are  bright  days  as  well  as  dark  in  every  life.  Suppose 
you  tell  me  your  name  I ' "" 

Tlien  Dr.  Glen  j)aused  half  a  moment  and  looked 
ire  whimsieallv  in  the  face. 

"  I'm  going  to  give  \  u  a  fictitious  name,  my  dear, 
for  very  obvious  reasons  ;  as  1  may  tell  you  some 
ay. 

"  Never  mind  the  naiat;,  "s  the  storv,"  I  cried 
quickly.     "Go  on;  don't  be  tanlallsing." 

"  Well,  1  must  say  that  for  a  woman  who  concocts 
n{j\'ells  deliberately  planned  to  keep  })eople  on  the 
tenteriiooks,  you  display  a  very  commonplace  curiosity 
whicli  does  not  raise  you  in  my  estimation,"  she 
replied,  with  her  sweet,  sudden,  bewildering  smile, 
vliich  I  have  heard  her  admirers  say  "goes  for 
everylxnly."  "  Well,  supp(>s('  we  call  him  Charles 
Kuluerrcrd  ;    it    will    do    as    well    as    anything    else. 


^    (  HRlSTM.iS  BABY. 


73 


OCts 

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I'les 
Ise. 


When  he  hatl  told  me  his  name,  I  asked  him  as 
gently  as  I  could  what  was  his  employment. 

"  '  I  haven't  got  any,'  he  said  bitterly.  *  That's  the 
trouble.  Miss  Glen,  thank  God  that  yon  have  never 
known  what  it  is  to  tramp  these  stony  streets  day 
by  day,  asking  little,  only  work  sufhcient  to  keep 
life  in  vour  dearest,  and  ])eiiiir  'vfus^fd  ever\'where. 
It's  experiences  of  that  kind  *^hai:  chiuige  laen 
into * 

"  '  Hush,'  I  said,  '  ery  gently.  '  Sfc*^  ipnuild  not  like 
to  hear  you  say  that,  i  urn  sure  ;  aifcJ  it  \w<r/t  go  c>n 
like  this  for  ever.' 

"  *  It  can't,'  he  said,  witli  a  little  hani  tagli  *  We 
very  nearly  made  up  our  luiiids  one  nijsrjjr  xa)  tr  the 
French  plan  and  buy  a  pan  of  charcoal,  but  she  vrould 
not,  because  of  the  child.' 

'*  I  could  not  speak,  dear,  for  there  ^as  a  lump 
in  my  throat  like  to  choke  me. 

"'Aren't  we  near  the  place?'  I  asked,  to  divert 
his  attention  f'-om   mv  emotion. 

"  '  Only  a  step  more.' 

** '  Well,  now,  what  was  your  occupation  prior  to 
these  hard  times,  Mr.    Kuthertbrd  ^  '    T  asked. 

"'1  was  a  journalist,  that  is  my  profe*»iiou,  and 
1    have — or    rather     had — literary     aspi -atioii*,     but 


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ELIZABETH  (J LEX,   M.B. 


liiinger  starves  tli(»s«  out,'  he  answered.  '  We  are 
(jiiite  friendless  liere  nnd  elsewliere,  orphans  both  of 
us,  and  we  are  tluinkfnl  for  it,  since  nolmdy  suffers 
througJi  our  degrachitioji.' 

"  ^  Not  degradation,'  I  corrected.  '  Nothing  is 
degrading  Imt  dishonour.' 

" '  So  she  says.  Woirien  can  bear  more,  they  do 
not  rebel  as  we  do.  A  man  v.\\\\t  alwavs  wait  to 
pick  dainty  words.  This  is  the  jdace,  Di.  Glen. 
Yon  have  tempted  me  to  lay  bare  jv  bitter  story 
to  you — why,  I  cannot  tell,  unless  becar.so  you  are 
a  country-woman,  and  because  yonr  face  inspires 
trus^.' 

"  I  did  not  make  any  reply,  but  dismissed  the 
cabman  and  waited  for  Mr.  Rutherford  to  })ilot  the 
way. 

"  It  was  a  squalid  street,  tliough  it  had  nn  outward 
semblance  of  respectability.  You  know  the  strange 
custom  Lhat  prevails  among  a  certain  class  here --how 
one  takes  a.  house  of  fairly  good  size  and  lets  it  out 
in  room.s  to  different  tenants.  It  is  a  bad  system, 
from  which  in  the  course  of  my  practice  I  have  seen 
many  evils  result.  For  one  thing,  there  is  generally 
a  learth  of  kitchen  and  sanitary  appliances,  and  those 
provided   are   quite    inadequate   to    the   number   who 


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reijuirc  tlxMii.  I  am  iilwMvs  sorry  wIumi  I  hear  of 
a  yoiinjj:  cnuplc  l)('«2:inniii<j;  in  a  ro(»in  in  sncli  a  hous<*, 
becauisc  if  they  have  not  sntlicicnt  pri(h'  and  jthuk 
to  desire  a  h(>use  of  their  own  at  tlie  l)eu'inning  of  their 
nuirried  life  their  prospects  are  not  likcdy  to  improve. 
Our  Scotch  system  of  tlats  in  those  bi«^  '  lands'  von 
and  I  remend)er  may  have  it>  draw])a('ks,  but  it  is 
far  preferable  to  this  snb-leftin^-.  But  I  must  go  on. 
Mr.  Hntlierford  opened  tlie  main  door  of  one  of  these 
self-contained  hous(»s,  and  led  me  u))stairs  to  the  very 
top,  which  is  at  least  always  prel'erable  to  the  base- 
ment floor  under  the  street.  Tlie  house  smelt  mustv 
and  close,  and  there  was  a  vile  mingling  of  cooking 
odours  whicii  very  nearly  upset  me.  But  I  became 
oblivious  of  all  that  {)resently,  when  Mr.  Rutherford 
opened  the  door  of  his  own  smnll  domain  and  we 
entered  it  together. 

"  The  room  was  quite  small,  and  lighted  by  a 
solitary  candle.  It  was  the  middle  of  I)('cember,  and 
the  weatlier  was  bitter  and  raw,  but  there  was  no  tire 
in  tlie  grate.  A  more  cheerless  and  miserable  pla(te 
I  have  rarely  looked  upon.  The  furniture  consisted  of 
a  paltry  thin  bed,  a  small  round  table,  and  one  chair, 
and  the  floor  was  quite  bare.  On  tlie  bed  1  could 
distinguish  tlie  recumbent  tigui'c  of  a  woman,  lying  in 


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El  IZAHETtl   <, I.F.N,    l/R 


an  atfifiult*  Hu^^gestive  of  tlie  Hl>aii(loniTieiit  of  grief  or 
the  sickness  of  desjuiir. 

"'Jessie/  said  my  guide,  and  his  voice  took  an 
entirely  different  tone.  '  Are  you  asleep,  dear  ?  Here 
is  Dr.  Glen  coini*  to  see  von.' 

"She  moved  wearily,  and  finally  turning  round, 
endeavoured  to  niise  lierself  on  lier  arm. 

" '  Will  you  excuse  me  ? '  she  ssiid  in  a  low,  quiet, 
refined  voice.     '  I  am  afraid  1  am  not  able  to  get  up.' 

"  '  Pray  don't  attempt  it,'  1  said  hastily,  and  taking 
the  solitjiry  candle  from  the  table  1  approached  tlie 
bed  and  allowed  its  light  to  fall  full  upon  her  face — 
a  sweet,  serious,  wonninly  face,  very  thin  and  worn, 
and  with  great  purple  circles  about  the  eyes  that  told 
their  own  tale.  She  looked  older  than  her  husband. 
1  should  have  said  she  was  tliirty  at  least. 

"  1  set  down  the  candle  without  saying  anything, 
removed  my  gloves  and  felt  her  pulse,  which  was 
quite  as  low  as  1  expected  to  find  it.  All  the  time 
the  husband  never  took  his  eyes  from  my  face,  and 
I  felt  them   reading  niv  verv  soul. 

"'You  have  no  other  room,  L  suppose?'  1  said; 
and  he  shook  his  head.  '  Then  1  must  speak  to  you 
on  the  landing  just  for  a  moment.' 

"  A  spasm  of  fear  shot  across  his  face,   and,  like 


A    CHRISTMJS   BABY 


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n  man  who  makes  haste  to  know  the  worst,  he  openeH 
the  door  and  stepped  out,  I  followinj^. 

*' '  No,  it's  not  a  dcatlj-Nvnrraiit  I'm  goinfj  to  deh'ver 
into  your  hand,'  1  said  at  once.  '  Now  h»ok  here  ;  1 
know  you  are  a  proud  man,  that  you  are  a  p'litlcmaii 
and  vour  wifp  a  hidv,  and  that  botli  of  von  are  likelv 
to  resent  eliarity,  however  delicately  ollVrt-d  it  may 
be.  But  this  is  not  eliarity,  it  is  common  humanity. 
Your  wife  must  have  nourisliinj^  foods,  i^ood  wine, 
a  warm  fire,  or  she  will  die.  I  am  a  rich  wonnm — 
at  least  I  have  a  father  in  Scotland  who  has  more 
money  than  he  knows  what  to  do  with — and  this  is 
the  doing  that  would  delight  his  soul.  Take  tliat, 
and  bring  or  send  all  that  is  necessary — bread,  tea, 
sugar,  butter,  wine,  coals,  and  if  yon  forget  anything 
you'll  be  sent  back  for  it.' 

"  So  saying  1  wliisked  back  into  the  room  again, 
and  locked  the  door  from  the  inside.  He  seemed  to 
stand  still  a  moment ;  then  1  lieard  a  sound  sus- 
piciously like  a  sob,  and  his  retreating  steps  on 
the  stairs.  I  had  now  to  make  the  best  of  my  time 
with  the  wife,  who  had  laid  herself  down  again,  and 
appeared  to  take  but  little  interest  in  what  was 
passing.  She  looked  indeed  like  one  who  had  given 
up  the  fight  and  surrendered  at  discretion. 


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'' '  Suppose  you  open  your  nyos,  my  doar  Mfh. 
l{ul  lierford/  I  sn^jresfod  cheerfullv,  'and  trv  to 
answer  nie  n   few  (piestions.' 

'*  I  sat  down  on  the  bed,  and  when  she  looked  at 
me  a  fjiint  inexpressibly  sweet  smile  dawned  upon 
her   pale  li])s  and  a  tear  ndled  down   her  cheek 

"  '  It  is  so  lon<?,*  she  said  brokenly,  *  sinee  I  heard 
a  lady  speak,  or  looked  upon  sucli  a  kind  ^wvo.'' 

"Yon  see,"  said  Dr.  (flen,  in  rather  an  apologetic 
tone,  "  I'm  tcdlinjj  you  everything,  even  the  flatter- 
ing things  they  said  to  me,  just  to  show  you  how 
stupendously  grateful  these  two  people  were  for  a 
sim])le  service." 

"  A  simple  service  !  "  I  rej)eated,  and  rubbed  my 
eves.     "  But  please  go  on  with  the  storv." 

"  Well,  I  asked  her  all  the  (piestious  necessary, 
and  if  1  was  touched  before  I  was  nearly  overcome 
now.  Sucli  a  story  of  young  love  and  faith  and 
courage,  of  honest,  whole-hearted  endeavour  unre- 
cognised, of  hopes  gradually  quenched,  till  there 
seemed  to  remain  only  the  agony  of  despair.  Slie 
had  had  a  little  needlework,  but  her  i)oor  healtli 
affected  her  eyesight,  and  it  was  thrown  back  to  her 
with  bitler  complaints,  and  finally  taken  from  her 
altogether.     Would  you  believe  it,  my  dear,  the  baby 


A   CUKISTMAS   /?.//JV. 


79 


was  expoctt'd  in  a  wccU  or  two  iui<,'lit  come  any 
(lay  inow,  and  flic  poor  crcatun!  hiid  nothing  prcpiircjl, 
not  even  a  hIhiwI  in  which  to  wrap  it  I  And  she  a 
lady  born,  and  a  woman  whose  instincts  and  tastes 
were  all  refined.  Conld  there  he  any  martyr(h)m  at 
the  stake  mnch   worse  than  hers? 

"*  I  could  hnve  prayed,  Miss  (ilen,'  sin?  said,  '  tlnit 
1  mi<;ht  die  with  the  bahy,  wen*  it  not  for  poor 
(^harlie.  He  has  been  so  good.  What  do  yon 
snpi»ose  we  have  done  so  sint'nl  that  we  should  luivc 
been  so  hardly  j)nnished  ?  We  did  not  ask  very 
much,  only  enough  to  eat,  de*  eat  clothes  to  wear,  a 
simple  roof  to  shelter  U8,  honest  work  to  do.  But 
there  seems  to  be  no  room   in  the  world  for  us.' 

"  *  Oh  yes,  there  is,'  i  crie*!  cheerfully.  *  It's  ])een 
a  long  lane,  but  we've  got  to  the  turning.  Stnj>  till 
we  bring  this  precious  baby  home.  He's  going  to 
bring  luck  to  the  Rutheifords  ;  sue  if  he  doesn't.' 

'*'Did  Charlie  tell  you.  Dr.  Glen,  that  we  had 
nothing  to  pay  at  all  ?  Perluips  1  ouglit  to  go  into 
one  of  the  places  where  they  take  poor  women  in 
circumstances  like  mine.  1  have  little  enough  pride 
left,  but  I  shrink  from  that.' 

"  I  should  think  so.  N(j,  no,  I'm  going  to  have 
all   the   credit   of   this    baby  ;    he's    going    to   be   a 


ELlZAIiETH  GLEN,   M.D. 


wonderfnl  l>aby,  I  frel  sure  of  that  ;  and  porfertly 
sure  that  ho's  goinjir  to  bring  back  the  hick  to  the 
Rutherford  s.' 

"  She  looked  brighter  and  more  ho])efnl  as  she 
listened,  and  whih*  I  waited  witli  considerablo 
impatience  for  the  return  of  my  errand  boy,  slie  told 
me  some  further  |tarti<'ular8  of  their  Isiniily  history, 
and  filled  in  all  the  outlines  in  that  story  of  unmerited 
misfortune.  At  last  1  heard  the  lumbering  of  feet 
oji  the  stairs,  and  threw  open  the  door  to  admit  Mr. 
Hutherford  with  a  ])ig  package  in  his  hand  and  a  boy 
staggering  behind  with  a  basket  of  coals.  *  Now,' 
I  said  gleefully,  *  we're  going  to  have  a  house- 
warming.  You  build  the  fire,  and  see  yon  do  it 
right.  I've  never  met  the  man  yet  who  didn't  think 
he  conld  kin<lh«  a  fire  better  than  any  woman  that 
ever  was  born.  Where  can  I  get  some  water  to  fill 
the  kettle  ? ' 

"  There  was  a  very  ominous  quiet  in  the  little  room, 
and  I  was  glad  to  chatter  any  nonsense  to  prevent 
the  overflow  of  two  absurdly  grateful  liearts.  I  felt 
in  a  wildly  extravagant  mood.  1  lighted  four  candles, 
and  turned  out  the  contents  of  the  basket  joyfully. 
He  had  done  his  shopping  well  for  a  man,  as  I  told 
him  ;  nothing  essential   had   been   forgotten.    In  an 


yi   CJ/RISTMAS   BABY. 


8i 


iocredibly  sliort  time  we  had  u.  blazing  fire  and  a 
steaming  kettle,  and  1  wisli  yon  could  have  seen  that 
man's  face  when  he  put  in  his  wife's  hand  a  cup  of 
real  good  fnigrant  tea  and  a  dainty  morsel  of  buttered 
toast  I  had  made  with  my  own  liands.  1  saw  that 
it  was  time  for  me  to  depart,  unless  I  wanted  to 
participate  in  a  scene.  I  saw  that  for  the  moment 
he  had  forgotten  me  ;  he  knelt  on  his  knees  beside 
the  bed,  and  he  fed  liis  poor  wife  with  every  morsel  ; 
and  if  I  have  sometimes  said  1  didn't  believe  in 
wedded  love,  I  take  back  my  words  ;  yet  that  was  not 
love,  it  was  worship  pure  and  simple,  and  the  whole 
scene  was  so  indescribably  touching  tliat  I  felt  I 
was  on  the  j)oint  of  making  a  complete  idiot  of 
myself. 

"*Now,  good  people,'  I  said,  all  in  a  liurry,  *  I'm 
going  away  ;  you  don't  want  to  see  any  more  of  tlit» 
doctor  just  now  ;  so  good-night  to  you  both  ;  and  I'll 
come  back  some  time  to-morrow.' 

"  Then  I  ran  away  ;  positively  ran,  my  dear,  down 
those  stairs  as  if  I  was  pursued,  and  1  didn't  shu;ken 
my  pace  till  I  naclied  the  corner  of  Gray's  Inn  Road. 
Then  I  stood  still  to  collet;t  my  thoughts,  which  were 
all  of  a  jumble.  1  had  not  then  seen  so  much  of  tlie 
stress   of  London  life  as  1  hav<'  srcn  since  ;  find  the 

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83 


ELIZABETH  (l/.EN,   At  B. 


iiigli's  experience  liiid  most  powerfully  moved  me. 
1  do  not  sujij)ose  tliere  was  a  miieh  liappier  woman 
liiiii)  1  in  tli<'  neijj^lil)oiirliood,  it  is  so  ex([nisite  to 
relieve  distress.  But  at  tlie  same  time,  tliou,u;Ii  1  had 
relieved  immediate  want,  that  was  but  a  temp(H'ary 
benefit,  which  could  not  he  often  repeated,  and  1 
knew  verv  well  that  the  onlv  substantial  wav  in 
wliich  to  help  these  people  was  to  get  the  husband 
something  to  do.  But  wliere  or  how?  I  was  myseli' 
a  com])arative  stranger  in  London.  Had  you  been 
here  then,  1  should  have  liad  no  hesitation  where  to 
«I'l'ly  ;  but  I  knew  so  very  few  people,  and  these  not 
at  all  likely  to  be  able  to  give  the  precise  assistance 
1  wjinted,  that  I  felt  j)er])iexed.  All  of  a  sudden  1 
bethought  myself  of  my  cantankerous  old  patient, 
Mr.  Brynford  Martyn.  He  was  now  almost  convales- 
cent ;  it  was  after  the  episode  of  his  relatives'  inva- 
sion. I  had  seen  him  in  the  morning,  and  though  he 
had  been  then  rather  cross,  owing  to  an  attack  of 
indigestion,  I  determined  to  make  an  iippeal  to  his 
generosity,  and  wended  my  way  joyfully  to  his  abode. 
Mrs.  Davis  was  surprised  to  see  me,  for  1  had  left  of! 
]»aying  two  visits  in  the  day,  and  even  sometimes 
allowed  two  days  to  elapse  without  calling,  which, 
1   mav  SUV,  alwavs  made  the  old   ji-eiitleman   rather 


A    (  HKISTMAS   BABY. 


^S 


(•r(»88.  Hut  it  does  not  do,  my  dear,  to  make  oneselt' 
too  cheuit  in  nny  walk  of  life. 

"  IMr.  Martyn  had  dined,  an<l  was  ]»layin«r  criUba^e 
witli  Jiis  man,  which  showed  that  he  was  eonsidcrahly 
better.  He  now  spent  Iuh  eveniii<]^s  in  tlie  drawiii<r- 
room,  into  which  lie  was  wliecded  in  liis  chair,  an<l 
tliere  I  found  him,  looking'  a  very  ditVcrent  man  in 
every  res]>ect.  I  saw  at  once  tluit  he  was  in  a  «;ood 
hiunour,  whicii  meant  that  he  had  beatni  Williams 
in  the  «rame.  He  received  me  «j:racionsly,  told 
Williams  he  could  ijo  downstairs  and  hrin^  coffee 
for  two,  tlien  he  hade  me  sit,  down. 

"'Von  luiven'r  been  here,  Podor,'  Ik;  said,  rather 
»?rimlv — '  von  haven't  been  here  in  the  evening'  for  w 
long  tinu .' 

"'No,  I  haven't,  and  1  shouldn't  be  here  now, 
Mr.  Martvn,  if  1  didn't  want  Romethin*::,  von  mav 
believe  that.' 

"  '  Av  I  what  do  you  want  ? ' 

"'S<unething  which  I  hope  you  will  i^rant.  As 
you  are  nearly  restored  to  health,  to  say  nothing:  of 
having  be.aten  ])oor  Williams  to-night,  you  ought  to 
be  in  a  very  generous  mood.' 

"'What  on  earth  do  you  mean?'  he  asked,  and 
his  eyes  glared  at  me  from  under  their  shaggy  brows 


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in  a  way  which  mi«^'ht  have  frightened  me  had  1  not 
known  him  8o  well. 

"*Ju8t  what  I  say,'  1  answered  calmly.  'Don't 
yon  feel  at  peace  with  all  mankind,  and  moved  at 
this  particular  moment  to  do  something  to  help  a 
fellow-creatnre  in  distress?' 

" '  If  you  don't  say  out  what  yon  want,  I'll  get 
Williams  up  again,  and  go  on  with  my  game,'  he 
said  hrus((uely.  Then  I  told  him  the  story,  not  in 
•^nch  elaborate  detail,  of  course,  as  I  have  given  it  to 
you,  but  I  made  it  as  gr«i)hic  and  touching  as  1  could. 
And  the  old  man  wa  <  ched,  I  could  see  that,  for 
he  flourislicd  his  big  red  silk  handkerchief  witli  a 
great  deal  of  unnecessary  vigour,  though  all  the  time 
lie  wore  an  expression  which  would  have  frightened 
you  out  of  your  wits. 

" '  Well,  you  are  easily  imposed  upon,'  was  his 
interesting  comment  when  I  had  tinislied.  *  Don't 
you  know  there  are  shoals  of  such  frauds  in  London 
rendy  to  deceive  a  guileless  si>ul  like  you?* 

''  I  felt  angry,  but  tried  not  to  show  it.  '  If  that  is 
all  you  are  going  to  say  to  me  I'm  sorry  I  came,'  I 
said  in  a  very  dignified  way.  *  And  all  I've  got  to  say 
is.  that  1  should  be  ashameU  to  CAliibit  such  a  spirit 
after  having  such  recovering  mercy  vouclisafed  to  me. 


»}» 


A    CUKISTMAS  BABY. 


»5 


not 


he 


lat  ia 

.e,'I 

to  say 

spirit 


mti. 


1  »> 


"Tliat  was  a  bold  stroke,  Elizi-betl)/'  I  could  not 
refrain  from  interpolating.  "  And  how  did  he  take 
it?" 

"  Oh  I  impertnrbubly  as  usual ;  he  told  me  to 
keep  ray  temper,  and  asked  how  much  money  1 
wanted. 

" '  1  don't  want  any  money,*  I  said  quickly.  '  1 
have  enou«rli  of  that  to  do  what  is  necessary  in  the 
meantime.  What  I  do  want  is  a  situation  for  Mr. 
Rutherford  ;  and  you  have  a  connection  in  the  city, 
Mr.  Martyn,  tliat  can  get  that  situation  at  a  moment's 
notice,  you  know  you  have ;  and  I'm  disappointed  in 
you,  after  all  I've  done  for  you.'  Wasn't  it  awful  to 
go  on  at  the  old  man  like  that  ?  When  I  told 
Margaret  about  it  afterwards  we  both  wondered 
how  I  dared;  but  I  felt  as  if  I  were  conducting  a 
crusade. 

'•'  And  do  you  suppose,  young  huly,  that  I'm  i:o Hir 
to  give  anybody  you  like  to  pick  up  a  situjit  on  at 
a  moment's  notice  ?  Vou  are  a  very  guileless  young 
person  indeed.' 

"  I  was  ne:irly  crying  with  vexation,  because  if  he 
failed  me  1  did  not  know  where  to  turn.  It  was  that 
solitary  tear  I  could  not  force  back  that  did  it ;  I 
know  it  was. 


«« 


ll.l/.lHEril   <.LES\   Mil 


"♦ril  t«ll  vnii  wluit  I'll  (!(.,  l)(K'.t(.r;  I'll  sre  thin 
yomi«j  man,  il'  you  likr,  fo-inormw  m<»riiiii;r  ut  ten 
shurp,'  he  said  presently.  '  I  used  to  be  a  j^ood  judge 
of  eljuructer,  uiid  it'  he  Hutisfies  me  I'll  do  what  I 
ean.' 

*'  '  I  don't  want  wwy  more,'  I  cried  joyfully.  *  If 
my  new  j'riend  doesn't  pass  the  hnr  of  your  judg- 
ment I've  made  the  biggest  mistake  I  ever  made. 
Oh,  Mr.  Martyii,  if  yon  had  only  seen  tlie  picture 
1  have  just  left — the  poor  young  wife  dying,  posi- 
tively dying  from  want  of  pro])er  food — you'd  thank 
(rod  you  had  it  in  your  power  to  do  anything  to 
help  him. 

"  '  Mow  I'm  going  away,  and  J  think  you're  a  very 
nice  old  gentleman  when  you  like,  and  Mr.  Ruther- 
ford will  wait  on  you  to-morrow  morning  at  ten  sharp. 
Don't  bully  him — but  1  don't  think  you  will,  because 
lie  isn't  the  sort  anvb(Klv  can  bullv.  No,  1  won't 
have  any  colfee — good-niglit  to  you,  and  a  thousand 
thanks.     I'll  be  liere  at  noon  to-morrow.' 

"Then  I  went  home  to  ^largaret,  and,  after  we  had 
liad  a  long  talk  togetlier,  1  wrote  home  to  (IhMi 
Speed  to  my  father,  telling  liim  tlie  story,  and  asking 
him  to  forward  to  me  immedintelv  a  certain  trunk 
that  stood  in  an  unused  room,  and  wliich  was  full  of 


^   (l/KISl.\fAS   li.lliY. 


«7 


J^'- 


had 
lien 
dug 
'link 
1  of 


the  linen  \  had  used  when  I  was  a  l>a1iv.  Not  tiiat  I 
intended  j^iving  it  all  away,  it  wns  too  tine  and  ( (»^tl^^ 
hut  I  knew  there  were  jtluin  things  there  as  well,  and 
it  was  better  to  have  it  all  sent,  as  then  Margaret 
and  I  conld  nnike  onr  selection.  Y<'s,  it  eanie  in 
dne  courses  and  a  proud  wonnin  am  I  tliis  day 
to  think  that  haby  wore  anything  that  pertained 
to  me,  and  1  may  be  prouder  yet  of  it,  before  f 
die. 

"  Well,  next  m*  rning  by  nine  o'clock  I  was  at 
Hiego  (Street  ;  and  I  found  a  different  atmosphere  in 
the  little  home,  and  1  saw  a  lirightness  in  the  young 
wife's  face  which  1  knew  had  not  been  there  for  a 
long  time.  She  was  much  better,  Jind  tin;  sight  oi' 
her  improved  condition  had  kindh'd  anew  the  feeble 
spark  of  hope  in  her  husband's  breast,  and  he  was 
j»rej)aring  to  go  forth  with  fresli  <*ourage  to  seek  a 
]»lace  in  the  ranks.  What  did  thev  sav  t()  me  ?  Now, 
my  dear,  don't  ask  me  to  linger  on  that.  I  don't 
think  thev  said  verv  mucli,  but  1  liave  never  felt 
more  grateful  to  (^od  for  opportunity  given  to  do  a 
little  kindness  than  I  did  that  morning.  Such  an 
experience  is  worth  five  years  of  scdtisli  enjoyment. 
I  gave  the  husband  Mr.  Martyn's  address,  and  tried 
to  prepare  him  as  well  as  I  could  for  the  kind  i)i 


88 


hLUAhEiil    GLtS,    M./i. 


n'cf'|»ti<»ii  1m'  mi^'lit  <'.\[>ort,  and  I  tlioiiL'lit  as  lie  left 
the  room  with  a  kiss  aixi  a  Ibinl  htok  !<»  hiN  wil*'  that 
I  hiid  ?ievt»r  svvu  u  iiioiv  ^ciithMMaiily,  ca|»til)le- 
l^nkil!<^  wiiiscmn'  TcMow,  and  tlie  iiivHtery  to  me 
was  thut  tliese  maiilv  mialities  so  evi<h'nt  iu  his 
wlu)h'  MpprnraiM'c  and  licaririLT  had  met  with  such 
iiic'iu^rc  :i}i|irr(-iatioii.  I  ri'iiiaiiird  an  hour  with  his 
wife;  mv  tiin»'  wns  not  so  pn'rioiis  then  as  now,  so 
I  conM  ciisily  ntiord  it  ;  nnd  ms  lie  did  not  cjuickly 
let  urn  we  both  took  <-onru|r«',  and  1  was  not  afraid  to 
jissert  ])ohlly  that  Mr.  Martyn  luid  s<Mit  him  to  the 
city.  Then  1  rejinircd  to  my  oM  gentleman,  to  tind 
him   im patiently  ex]n'etinir  me.  * 

''  '  \N'ell,  I  hope  you'll  be  satisfied  now,*  was  his 
«rrer(iiij»'.  '  i\e  sent  your  profi'i/*''  down  to  an  old 
I'riend  in  Kin«r  William  Street,  and  asked  him  to  give 
him  employment  at  once.* 

" '  Then  yon  didn't  thiidc  him  a  fraud,'  I  said 
mildly,  though  I  felt  so  (hdirionsly  grateful  I  eonld 
almost  have  kissed  him     almost,  but  not  tpiite. 

" '  No,  he's  all  right.  It's  astoiiishing  the  bad 
luck  some  poor  fellows  have.  Would  you  believe  it, 
he's  had  a  universitv   ('(Incation  ?" 

'"Yes,  1  could  believe  it,  or  anytliing  (dse  good 
or  astonishing  about  him.     ^^  ell,  Mr.  Martyn,  Christ- 


A    UIKISIMAS   HAH/. 


mas  c<)iiu>s  next  week,  and  it'll  be  u  liappitT  one  tor 
you  und  lue  beciiUNe  of  this  ;  don't  yr.ii  think  so?' 

"  '  Hninph  I  I  don't  know.  It*  you  say  ho  I  snp- 
pose  it  will  l)L' ;  yon  are  a  very  assertive  young 
perHon.  1  sliould  like  to  see  the  wile  ;  couldn't 
she  eonie  ?  * 

"  *  Not  ut  present.  She  shall  l)rin«r  the  baby  by- 
and-bve,  Mr.   Martvn.     I'll  t'eteh  them  lK)th.' 

"  He  atVected  to  make  a  wrv  face,  but  I  coald  see 
he  was  secretly  pleased. 


(t 


Well,  my  dear,  that's  my  story  ;  don't  you  think 


»» 


it  a  pretty  one 

"  Lovely  ;  but,  Tin  not  goinj(  to  be  defrauded  in 
that  way.  I've  cullrd  it  'A  Christmas  13aby,'  and 
there  isn't  anything  aliout  the  l)aby.  Do  you  think 
1  am  going  to  insult  my  readers  like  that?  Tell  me 
more  about  the  baby  at  once." 

*' There  isn't  anvtliinu:  to  tell.  He  was  born  on 
C/hrisfinas  Eve,  is  a  lovely  Itoy,  and  is  growing  fast 
up  into  a  handsome  man 


»' 


''  And  she  got  well  quickly,  and  he  got  the  sitna- 
tion,  and  their  j)rosjiects  iniprove«l  ;  yon  must  tell 
me  all  that,  or  Til  luive  a  shoal  of  letters  asking 
a  hundred  questions.  You  must  spare  me  that, 
Elizabeth." 


.^ 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   MB. 


Sho  smiled  a  slow,  meaning,  inexj)lic{ible  smile. 
"  I  wf)nder  if  I  should  tell  yon.  1  su})})Ose  I  must  ; 
but  yon  must  promise  secrecy.  Where  do  you  suppose 
tliey  live  now  ?  " 

I  sliook  mv  head. 

"  fn Square  ;  and  haven't  I  told  you  the  boy 

is  at  Loretto?" 

''And  are  there  any  more  children?" 

"  Yes,  three.  The  last,  a  little  girl,  was  only  born 
last  year  ;  her  name  is  Elizabeth  Glen.  Now,  posi- 
tively not  anotlier  question." 

'*  Only  one  more,"  I  ])lea(led.  "  You  have  been 
very  good,  but  I  do  want  to  knrtw  wlietlier  lie  ever 
succeeded  in  his  literary  aspirations  ?  Vou  said  he 
aspired,  didn't  you  ?  " 

"  Yes."  Again  Dr.  Glen  smiled,  and  this  time 
there  was  real  miscliief  in  lier  eves. 

"  You  are  a  reliable  person,  (m  the  whole,  so  1 
won't  spoil  the  story  for  yoi  ;  but  if  you  revealed 
the  climax,  the  conse(juences  would  be  apj)alliiig.  I 
told  you,  didn't  I,  that  Rutherford  was  a  tictitious 
name  ?  " 

"Yon  did." 

"  Well,  here's  the  true  one." 

She  stooped  down  and  w]iisi>ered  two  words  in  my 


3  smile. 
I  must  ; 
suppose 


the  bov 


^    CHRISTMAS  BAliY. 


9' 


ear,  and  I  feared  I  could  not  have  lieurd  hei  ari.irlit. 
I  repeated  them  after  her,  the  words  of  a  name 
honoured  in  the  world  of  letters,  and  beloved  by  all 
to  whom  it  is  known.  Then  I  went  home,  to  ponder 
anew  on  the  mysterv  of  life. 


ily  born 
V,  posi- 

VQ  been 
he  ever 
^aid  he 

is    tiuH^ 

i,     SO    1 

['vealed 
iiig.  I 
ctitious 


in  my 


•'* 


:    i- 


IV. 


i 


MRS.    PLAITS    UUSUAND. 

•*  "T    HAVE    seen  a  great  many    specimens   of  the 

^  genus  Hnsbrnd;'  said  Dr.  Glen,  with  an  odd 
little  smile.  "  Do  you  remember  a  certain  (juiet  little 
village  where  you  had  your  home  for  a  while,  and 
where  I  paid  you  a  memora))le  visit  ? " 

'•  I  have  not  forgotten  it,  1  believe,"  I  replied ; 
nor  had  I.  It  was  one  of  the  bright  spots  of  that 
particular  time. 

'^  Well,  do  you  remember,  among  the  many  other 
quaint  customs  which  used  to  divert  r.s,  how  they 
spoke  of  certain  individuals  as  So-anu-so's  man — 
Easv  Tamson's  man,  do  vou  remember  him,  and  how 
appropriate  we  thought  his  designation  ? " 

•'  What  a  memory  vou  have,  Elizabeth  I "  I 
exclaimed  ;  "  Easv  Tamson's  man  Had  become  as 
shadowy  as  a  dream  until  you  spoke  of  him.  What 
has  he  got  to  do  with  the  present  case  ? " 

9* 


AfRS.   PLATT'S  HUSBAND. 


93 


"     I 

le    as 
What 


"  That  you  will  see  presently.  Yes  ;  IVe  seen 
a  lot  of  husbands,  come  into  contact  with  them  in 
all  sorts  of  trying  conditions,  behind  the  scenes, 
where  they  sometimes  appear  heroic,  sometimes 
ridiculous,  and  sometimes  pathetic.  The  one  I  have 
in  my  mind's  eye  at  })res(Mit  generally  appeared  to 
me  in  the  last  light,  though  he  was  pretty  cheerful 
on  the  whole,  considering  his  trying  surroundings. 
We'll  put  him  under  the  heading  '  Mrs.  Piatt's 
Husband.'     Have  you  got  it  d<5wn  ?  " 

"  Yes,"  I  said,  "  I  have,  but  1  wanted  a  love  story 
this  time,  pure  and  simple.  I  hope  you've  got  some 
in  your  repertoire,  because  you  see  I  have  so  many 
young  people  among  my  readers,  and  they  don't 
want  always  to  be  reading  about  matrimony  in  the 
real.  This  is  the  fourth  story,  remember,  and  it's 
matnmonial  too." 

"  Well,  if  you  don't  take  Mrs.  Piatt's  Husl)and 
to-day  1  fear  you  must  go  witliout,  my  dear.  1  saw 
him  to-day,  and  I've  got  him  mixed  up  with  every- 
thing. To  moJlify  you,  1  promise  that  number  five 
or  six  shall  be  a  bona-fide  love  story,  with  only  a 
promise  of  wedding-bells  at  the  end. 

*'  I  made  the  acquaintance  of  Mrs.  Phitt's  husband 
the  very  first  winter  I  was  here,  not  very  long  indeed 


94 


ELI Z ABET II  GLEN,  MB. 


after  my  experience  with  the  Rutherfords.  It  was 
on  one  of  the  most  disagreeable  days  of  January,  the 
sort  of  day  when  it  can't  make  up  its  mind  to  fog, 
rain,  or  snow,  and  so  does  a  disagreeable  mixture 
of  all  three.  And  the  cold  ?  It  was  simply  pene- 
trating, a  raw,  biting,  bitter  cold  that  ate  into  one's 
bones,  and  left  a  creepy,  shuddering  feeling.  Talk 
of  north-country  cold  !  It's  a  bearable  kind  of  cold 
anyhow,  and  you  know  what  to  do  with  it.  Well, 
I  was  sitting  about  three  o'clock  in  the  afternoon 
*  grousing,'  as  we  say,  over  the  fire,  and  not  feeling 
in  a  particularly  amiable  frame  of  mind,  when 
Margaret  showed  somebody  in  upon  me  with  her 
usual  lack  of  ceremony.  It  was  grey  dusk  in  the 
room,  and  it  was  not  till  Margaret  lit  the  gas  that 
I  saw  my  visitor  was  a  long  lank  slip  of  a  girl, 
aj)parently  about  fifteen,  with  a  white,  anxious, 
weary-looking  face,  sucli  as  wc  look  for  in  the  mother 
of  many  small    babies  who  has   limited  means  and 

ft/ 

innumerable  mouths  to  feed. 

"'Good    afternoon,'   I   said;  *what  can   I   do   for 

you  ? ' 

"  '  Will  you  come  and  see  mother,  please  ? '  she 
saiu,  and  her  voice  was  in  keeping  with  her  face, 
listless,  but  without  life  or  hope. 


MRS.    PLJirS  I/rSB.IND. 


95 


for 


"  *  Yes,  my  dear,  I  will,'  J  said  with  alacrity. 
'  And  where  is  motlier  to  he  found  ?  ' 

"'At  home  in  Portland  Street,' she  replied.  'Til 
jxo  back  with  vou,  if  vou  like.' 

''  '  Very  well,  and  what  is  your  name  ? ' 

"  '  Clara  Piatt.' 

"'And  why,  my  dear,  have  yon  come  all  tlie 
way  from  Portland  Street  for  me  ? ' 

'*' Mother  sent  me,'  replied  the  «rirl,  and  as 
there  was  no  other  explanation  forthcoming,  1  mach^ 
ready  as  fast  as  I  could,  and  accompanied  my  new 
friend  to  Portland  Street.  She  W8i,s  not  a  verv 
interesting  cliild.  1  tried  to  talk  a  little  to  her, 
hut  did  not  find  lier  at  all  resjionsive.  She  seemed 
depressed,  and  had  none  of  that  natural  buoyancy 
we  look  for  in  a  jierson  of  her  age.  She  was  fairly 
well  dressed,  but  the  garments  did  not  seem  to 
assort  somehow  ;  when  1  arrived  at  her  home  1 
discovered  why.  She  could  not  tell  me  mncli  about 
her  mother's  state,  merely  saying  tliat  she  was 
feeling  very  poorly,  though  not  in  bed.  In  due 
course  we  arrived  at  our  destination  in  Portland 
Street,  a  sho])  with  two  windows,  containing  a  very 
heterogeneous  collection,  and  above  the  door  the 
s!gn,    '  Piatt,    Dealer    in    Anti([nes,    Uniforms,    etc. 


9« 


ELIZABETH   GLE.Y,   M.B. 


Ladies*  and  Gentlemen's  wardrobes  purchased  for 
cash.' 

"  Yea,  I've  been  in  many  queer  places,  my  dear, 
daring  the  last  few  years,  and  have  got  my  fastidions- 
ness  rubbed  off.  I  followed  my  young  guide  through 
the  untidy,  close-smelling,  musty  emporium  into  the 
mysterious  back  regions  where  Mrs.  Piatt  and  her 
family  lived.  I  was  ushered  into  a  large  sitting- 
room,  well  lighted,  and  too  warm  for  comfort,  nor 
was  it  clean  and  pleasant  to  the  eye.  Several 
children  were  amusing  themselves,  in  rather  a  sub- 
dued manner,  with  some  old  coins  on  the  table,  and 
at  the  fire  sat  a  woman  whom  1  supposed  to  be  my 
patient.  She  was  lying  back  in  a  leather-covered 
easy-chair,  and  had  a  large,  dingy  grey  shawl  wound 
right  round  her  head  and  shoulders,  and  almost 
entirely  covering  her  face.  She  seemed  in  figure  a 
large,  loose  person,  and  her  gown  was  a  rusty  and 
grease-marked  black  merino  ;  while  her  feet,  resting 
on  the  stool,  seemed  to  be  bursting  out  of  a  pair  of 
old  Court  shoes  with  high  heels  and  broken  paste 
buckles. 

"  *  Mother,  here's  the  doctor,'  said  Clara,  and  then 
slipped  away,  in  that  (juick,  noiseless,  subdued 
manner  of  hers,  back  to  the  shop. 


I    I 


AfRS.  ri.ATT'S  nvsn.i.\D. 


97 


d  for 

dear, 

lions- 
rongh 
■JO  the 
d  her 
itting- 
t,  nor 
everal 
1  sub- 
e,  and 
be  my 
overed 
wound 
ilmost 
jure  a 
y  and 
esting 
)air  of 
paste 

then 
bdued 


"'Oli,  }"ouV(?  (tome!'  she  said,  >ittinjx  up,  and 
pushing  bark  hor  sluiwl  to  reveal  her  ^wcq^  which 
was  thin  and  shrewish,  and  lit  up  by  a  pnir  of  lilack 
eyes  which  surveyed  me  witli  extraordinary  keenness. 
'Well,  I'm  ghul  to  see  you.  I'm  bad,  pro])er  bud, 
I  can  tell  you,  and  I  pronii«<ed  Platt  I'd  send  for  a 
doctor  tonlay.     I  hope  yon  know  your   1)usi?ies*<.' 

"M  hope  so,'  1  replied  coldly,  for  the  vulgar 
manner  of  the  woman  and  iur  stonv  stare  anj'ered 
me,  I  did  not  know  why.  1  laid  down  my  gloves 
and  proceeded  without  further  ])arl(»y  to  make  the 
nsnal  examiuj  tion  and  put  the  usual  (|uesti()ns. 

*'  I  had  no  difficulty  about  my  diagnosis,  the  case 
was  as  evident  as  the  d-^y. 

"*  First  thing,'  I  said,  severely,  *yoa  must  go 
to  bed; 

"*I  won't  go  to  bed,'  she  replied.  *The  whole 
thing  goes  to  sixes  and  sevens  when  I'm  a-bed  ;  so 
you  must  just  treat  me  at  the  hearthstone,  miss.' 

"  *  I  can't  do  it,  and  I  won't,'  I  replied  firmly. 
'  If  you  don't  obey  my  orders  you  nmst  get  somebody 
else  to  attend  you.  You  have  a  serious  attack  of 
pleurisy,  and  if  you  persist  in  your  determination  to 
sit  there,  why  then  anybody  t^an  foresee  the  end.' 

"  *  You  ain't  afeared  to  speak   up,  miss,  but  I  ain't 


I 


98 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


I     ! 


going  to  bed  yet  at  least,  so  that's  flat,*  replied  my 
patient  calmly.     '  So  now  you  can  do  what  you  like.' 

"  I  looked  round  at  the  children,  who  continued 
their  quiet  play,  paying  no  sort  of  attention  to  our 
talk.  I  felt  much  inclined  to  walk  out  there  and 
then,  but  something  about  the  house  interested  me, 
I  could  not  tell  why. 

"  *  I  must  try  and  get  your  husband  on  my  side, 
Mrs.  Piatt,'  I  said  then  ;  '  and  for  that  purpose  I 
shall  call  again  when  he  is  at  home.' 

"  *  Oh,  well,  you  can,'  she  said,  with  a  queer  little 
smile.  '  But  Piatt's  a  bit  soft,  and  knows  he  can't 
come  it  over  me.  It's  a  cold  IVe  got,  I  reckon, 
and  if  I  keep  myself  warm  by  the  fire,  it'll  cure 
itself.' 

"  '  Then  why  did  you  send  for  me  ? '  I  enquired 
bluntly. 

" '  Oh,  I  thought  I'd  be  on  the  safe  side,'  sh^.  said 
serenely. 

"  '  And  I  suppose  you  tlionght,  too,  that  because 
I  am  a  woman,  I'll  let  you  do  just  as  you  like,'  I 
ventured  to  suggest. 

'* '  Well,  no,  I  sent  for  you  because  I  believe  in 
women  doctors, — I  think  tlioy  should  be  encouni^'ed  ; 
and  because  I   lost   one  of  mv  children  throuirli   the 


MRS.    PIATT'S   HUSBAND. 


99 


i  my 
like.' 
inued 
0  our 
3  and 
i  me, 

J  side, 
»ose   I 

little 

cau't 

eckon, 

cure 

mired 

said 

icaiise 

^e;  I 

Ive   in 

Hired  ; 
II  the 


carelessness  of  one  of  fh**  other  sort.     Clara,  it's  time 
to   ligbt   iT|^.'   she  cried,    raising   her    \voice    shrilly. 

*  Well,  ain't  yon  going  to  give  me  any  medicine  ? ' 

"  *  I  won't  do  anything  for  you  till  you  go  to  bed,' 
I  maintained  firmly. 

"  *  We'll  sefc  ;  if  I  get  Piatt  to  move  a  bed  down 
here  would  that  do?  as  you  see  then  I  can  see  an' 
hear  what's  goin'  on.' 

"  It  might  do,  though  I  wouldn't  advise  it,'  I  said 
cautiously,  feeling,  however,  that  I  had  gained  a 
point. 

*'  *  It'll  have  to  do  in  the  meantime,'  she  replied. 

*  You  can  come  back  in  the  evening,  if  you  like,  and 
see  ;  Platt'll  be  in  then.     He  get's  'omc  about  seven.' 

"  '  He  does  not  help  you  then  in  your  business  ? ' 
I  said  enquiringly. 

"  *  Oh,  no.  I  wisli  he  'card  you.  He  hates  the 
business,  does  Piatt ;  it  makes  'im  sick,  it  does.  You 
see,  miss,  it's  like  this.  I  took  an'  married  a  gentle- 
man and  a  scholard,  an'  I've  'ad  to  suffer  for  it. 
Oh,  it  ain't  been  all  beer  and  skittles  for  me.  Rut 
he's  only  a  clerk,  an'  earns  no  mor'n  pays  the  rent  ; 
an'  what's  to  feed  five  children,  an'  us  two,  an'  get 
clothes  to  our  backs  ?  He's  mad  at  me  fetching  up 
Clara  to  the  business,  but  1  know  what's  what,  an' 


U' 


too 


ELIZABETH  Gt.EN,   MB. 


rhorp's  moiify  in  the  second-hanrl  line,  though  *fain't 
what  it  was.' 

**  She  spoke  of  her  husband  '  "  ^  a  species  of  good- 
natured  contempt  which  considerably  amused  me,  and 
T  naturally  felt  no  suuill  cnriosity  to  behold  the 
'gentleman  and  fhe  scholard'  upon  whom  Mrs.  Piatt 
had  thrown  herself  nway.  I  left  some  simple  direc- 
tions, again  recommended  her  to  get  to  bed,  and, 
promising  to  call  iu  the  morning,  took  my  departure, 
though  I  must  confess  I  lingered  a  little  in  the  shop 
to  look  at  some  of  the  curios  it  contained.  The  place 
was  in  a  frightful  state  of  disorder,  but  the  old 
clothes,  which  1  discovered  were  the  most  profitable 
part  of  the  business,  threw  everything  else  into  the 
background.  Nevertheless  there  were  some  things 
worth  looking  at,  odd  bits  of  china  and  bric-^-brac, 
upon  which  I  cast  covetous  eyes.  The  child  Clara's 
dull  face  brightened  when  I  spoke  to  her  apprecia- 
tively of  some  curious  bronze  figures,  and  an  old 
Dresden  coff*ee  set  whicli  was  really  lovely  of  its  kind, 
and  1  saw  that  she  had  the  soul  of  an  artist  hid 
under  her  rather  phlegmatic  exterior.  I  thought 
of  them  a  good  deal  as  I  walked  home,  but  I  found 
a  letter  from  my  father  full  of  home  news,  and 
containing   a   chec^ue    lor   my    birthday,    which    sent 


Mf^s   /'L.rrrs  ffrsH.iyo. 


101 


and, 

hid 

|ught 

)und 
and 
sent 


all  my  tli(Mi»::lits  coursinjif  in  a  new  and  plcsisanfer 
direction.  I  was  at  dinner  when  T  was  told  that  Mr. 
Phitt  wished  to  see  nie,  and  I  nirain  hocaine  conscions 
of  the  keenest  curiosity  about  liini. 

"  His  ii])|)eaujiin'r,  I  must  say,  cjniaiderably  sur- 
prised me.  When  1  entered  the  ,onsuhinir-rooni  he 
was  Htandini::  by  my  tabh'  with  his  hand  on  the 
back  of  my  cliair,  his  whole  attitude  apologetic,  as 
if  he  ex})ected  to  find  his  intrusion  resented.  He 
was  a  long,  spare  man,  wearing  a  suit  of  rusty  black; 
he  had  fair  hair,  and  a  thin,  fair,  etfeminate  face. 
I  could  not  disc(^rn  the  coloi- '  of  his  eyes,  because 
he  wore  a  pair  of  dark  s[)ectacles.  He  had  a  tie- 
pressed  appearance,  as  if  long  experience  of  Mrs. 
Piatt  had  been  too  much  for  him. 

"  *  Good-evening,'  1  said  })leusantly.  *  You  have 
come  from  Portland  Street?  J  trust  Mrs.  Piatt  is 
no  worse.* 

"  *  Yes,  madam,  she  is — that  is  why  1  have  come,' 
he  answered,  and  his  accent  was  educated,  his  manner 
gentlemanly.  *  She  seems  so  very  ill  that  I  thought 
I  had  better  come  at  once.  Would  it  be  convenient 
for  you  to  pay  her  a  second  visit  this  evening  ?  * 

''  *  I'll  make  it  convenient,  it's  my  business,'  I 
said,  cheerily.     *  I  had  some  thoughts  of  coming  on 


Ji 


lui 


t.LlZAHETU   l.LKN,   M.H. 


my  own  account  lutor  un,  to  8ee  whcflier  yon  conld 
exercise  your  authority.  She  is  lar  too  ill  to  be 
out  of  bed.' 

***I  know  that,  but  nht*  ih  very  heaJntronj^ -a 
good,  kind  soul,  Miss  (ilrn,  l)ut  very  headstrong,' 
be  Haid,  and  taking  oiX  iiis  MjjectacleH,  he  wiped  tlieni 
witli  tlie  corner  of  a  very  old  discoloured  silk 
handkerchief. 

"The  spectacles  made  such  a  <lifference  that  I 
gave  a  little  start  of  surprise,  and  even  forgot  myself 
so  far  as  to  stare  at  him.  lie  looked  (piite  young, 
not  uiore  than  live-aud-thirty  at  the  most,  and  his 
eyes  were  so  frank  and  pleasant  that  tliey  gave  him 
quite  a  boyish  look.  When  1  tiioiiglit  of  the  home 
he  had  come  from,  the  untidy  old  clothes  shoj),  the 
musty  back  room,  inhabited  l)y  tlie  unhealthy  children, 
and,  above  all,  of  the  big,  frouzy,  unkempt  woman 
who  was  his  wife,  I  was  more  tlian  amazed,  and  I 
felt  like  asking  him,  on  the  s{K)t,  how  he  had  ever 
got  himself  into  such  a  scrai)e. 

"  I  did  not  accompany  Mr.  Tlatt  back  to  Portland 
Street,  but  followed  him  later  on.  It  was  about  nine 
when  1  arrived,  and  I  found  him  at  the  shop-door 
eagerly  looking  out  for  me. 

'* '  I'm   glad   you've  come,*   he    said   in   a   tone   of 


MHS.    PLATT'S  HUSH.  I y P. 


loj 


relief.  *  Slic  is  very  \m\  indeed.  It  in  alarming  to 
look  at  her/ 

"'Indeed  I*  1  nuid.  *I  am  astoninlicd  to  hear 
that.' 

"  I  was  still  rnnrc  astonislu'd  when  I  saw  lier. 
She  was  not  in  the  buck  room,  l»ut  ujtstairs  in  her 
own  bedroom, — in  bed  too,  and  direetly  I  crossed  the 
threshold  and  heard  her  breathing  I  knew  the  cliange 
for  the  wf^rse  was  serious. 

"She  looked  towards  me  with  a  slight  glance  of 
recognition  and  a  faint  smile. 

"  *  I  gave  in,'  she  said.  *  I  s'pose  it's  all  up  with 
me.' 

'*  *  When  did  this  change  take  place  ? '  I  encjuired 
as  I  took  out  my  watch. 

"  *  After  tea.  I  had  to  go  in  the  shop  to  see  a 
customer  as  was  good  for  five  j)onnds,  and  I  felt  the 
wind  from  the  door  cut  right  through  me.  Am  I 
agoin'  to  croak  ?' 

"I  made  no  reply  for  a  moment.  The  pulse  was 
rapid  and  fc^oble,  and  her  whole  condition  serious. 

"  *  You've  seen  Piatt,  haven't  you  ?  He's  a  gentle- 
man an'  a  scholard  he  is,  but  'e  can't  make  a  livin' 
for  the  children.  Pull  me  through,  miss,  if  you 
can.' 


m 


lo4 


ELIZABETH  GLEi\,   M.B. 


"  Jt  is  uvit  possible  for  me  to  convey  to  you  the 
pathos  of  these  words,  but  it  went  to  my  heart. 
There  was  a  whole  history  revealed  in  them,  a 
liistory  that  was  half  a  tragedy.  Of  all  the  mar- 
riages that  have  puzzled  me  that  seemed  the  most 
curions. 

"  *  I'll  do  my  utmost,  Mrs.  Piatt,'  I  said,  and 
went  downstairs  to  see  if  I  could  get  anybody  to 
take  my  orders.  I  found  Mr.  Piatt  sitting  at  the 
table  alone,  looking  the  picture  of  perplexity  and 
concern. 

'•  Clara  was  in  the  shop,  the  cadaverous  children 
seemed  to  be  all  a-lted . 

" '  Well,'  he  said,  enquiringly,  '  how's  my  poor 
wife  ? ' 

'* '  Her  condition  is  critical.  Are  you  in  a  position 
to  afford  a  nurse  ?  If  so,  I  shall  send  you  one 
as  I  go  liome.' 

" '  We  are  not  well  off,'  he  answered,  '  so  far  as 
ready  money  is  concerned  ;  but  there  are  things 
in  the  shoj)  worth  money.  If  you  think  a  nurse 
is  necessary,  she  will  be  paid  somehow.' 

"  I  looked  at  the  man  gravely.  He  seemed  kindly 
and  solicitous,  but  his  look  of  utter  helplessness,  so 
unusual  in  a  man,  perplexed  and  even  irritated  me. 


:!;  J 


Mh\S.    FLA  77  S    H  US  B.I  YD. 


105 


I  felt  as  if  I  should  like  to  give  hira  a  u:oo(l  shaking 
np. 

" '  She  must  have  somebody  to  wait  upon  her  ; 
and  your  daughter,  with  the  sho])  and  tin*  house 
and  the  children,  I  should  fancy,  would  find  her 
hands  pretty  full.     Do  you  not  agree  with  me  ? ' 

"*I  do  ;  it's  a  sad  business.  [  hope,  Miss  Glen, 
you  do  not  think  ray  wife  will  die  ?  ' 

" '  She  may.  I  have  said  that  her  condition  is 
critical.' 

"'If  she  dies,'  he  said  helplessly,  'what  is  to 
become  of  the  children  ?  ' 

" '  Others  have  been  left  motherless,  Mr.  Piatt,' 
I  said  severely  ;  '  your  case  would  not  be  any  more 
serious  than  many  another — but  we  may  pull  iier 
through ' 

" '  I  hope  to  God  you  will,'  he  said,  with  a  most 
unusual  burst  of  passion.  '  Poor  Susan  !  our  mar- 
riage was  a  mistake,  a  frightful  mistake ;  we  both 
admitted  it  long  ago,  and  I  fear  she  has  had  a  hard 
struggle.' 

" '  She  apprehends  the  future  for  the  children,' 
I  said;  'she  seems  anxious  to  live  for  th^ir  sakes.' 

"  '  But  not  for  mine,'  he  said,  sorrowfully.  '  Well, 
you  see  it  was  an  awful  mistake.     She's  ten  years 


■■  ♦ 


IOC 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,   M.B. 


my  senior,  and  I  had  a  university  education  ;  how 
could  the  result  be  otherwise?' 

" '  How  did  it  come  about  at  all  ? '  I  inquired 
bluntly. 

" '  It's  a  long  story,  but  it  can  be  put  in  few  words. 
She  was  a  lady's-maid  in  a  family  where  I  was  tutor. 
I  was  very  young  then  and  ambitious,  but  had  nobody 
to  help  me  on.  I  wanted  to  continue  my  career  at 
Oxford ;  I  thought  I  could  do  something  there.  She 
helped  me  with  money.  She  had  a  mistress  who 
was  very  generous  to  her  ;  and  I  thouglit  I  should 
succeed  and  be  able  to  repay  tlie  loan.  I  didn't ; 
there  are  a  number  of  causes  why  a  man  doesn't 
succeed,  Miss  Glen ;  but  I  did  what  I  could,  and 
I  married  her.' 

"  I  did  not  say  what  I  thought — that  it  was  a  great 
risk  to  repay  a  loan  in  such  a  fashion. 

"  *  She  looked  very  different  then,'  he  said,  apologis- 
ing, manlike,  for  his  own  selection.  ^  She  was  a 
handsome,  briglit  woman  ;  but  of  course  when  things 
went  against  us,  and  the  children  came  so  fast,  she 
lost  heart ;  but  a  good  soul,  a  good  soul  as  ever 
breathed,  and  I've  been  as  good  to  her  as  I  knew 
how.' 

**  I  did  not  know  which   to  pity  most  ;  I  thought 


M/<:^.    FLATf'S   HUSBAND. 


107 


ras   a 

she 
ever 
[new 


liight 


it  a  pathetic  tale  ;  but  it  altio  savours  of  tragedy  to 
hear  from  a  man's  lips  such  a  coni'ession  of  utter 
failure. 

'' '  This  business/  he  said,  waving  his  hand  towards 
the  door,  and  slightly  reddening  as  he  spoke,  *  was 
the  very  last  resource.  Her  former  mistress  still 
remembers  her,  and  gives  her  cast-otf  wardrobes. 
There's  money  in  it.  Of  course,  we've  had  less 
sordid  anxiety  since  we  went  into  it,  but  it's  a  bad 
atmosphere  for  children  to  be  reared  in  ;  and  I  will 
not  disguise  from  you  that  it  has  been  a  very  keen 
trial  to  me.' 

"  I  saw  it  all,  and  I  did  not  know  whether  to 
despise  or  pity  him  most. 

"  He  was  weak  evidently,  lacking  in  every  ijualil) 
that  makes  for  success,  but  the  alluy  of  })ride  remained 
— well,  an  Oxford  man  and  an  old  clothes  shop  liave 
not  much  in  common.  I  thought  of  the  ailing, 
probably  dying  woman  upstairsj  of  the  brave  front 
she  had  shown,  the  struggle  she  liad  made  to  till 
up  the  breaeli,  and  I  rejuoached  myself  for  my  hrst 
shrinking  from  her  untidy  appearance,  her  vulgar 
speech,  her  unattractive  look.  After  all  she  luid  in 
her  the  stuff  of  which  heroines  are  made. 

"  ^  If  1  can   trust  you   to  carry  out  my  directions 


io8 


hUZABl-.Tll   GLEN,   Mil. 


I  will  not  see  the  uiirse  till  raorniii^j,'  1  said.  '  I 
shall  come  very  early.  You  can  sit  up  with  your 
wife  to-night,  I  suppose  ?  ' 

"  '  Yes,'  he  said,  '  I  can  do  that  surely,  but  if  you 
think  the  nurse  necessary  pray  send  her  to-niglit.' 

'* '  I  thiidv  the  morning  will  do,'  I  replied,  and  went 
into  the  shop  to  spealv  to  Clara  about  })reparinu:  some 
nourisliment  for  her  mother.  She  briglitened  up  as 
she  had  done  before  when  I  spoke  to  her  ;  and  1 
noticed  that  her  father,  who  had  followed  me,  looked 
at  her  witli  rather  more  interest  than  usual. 

"  '  Can  I  get  you  a  cab  ? '  he  jtsked  politely,  but 
I  said  no.  1  thought  I  should  walk  home.  He 
accompanied  me  to  the  door,  and  just  before  I  went 
off  asked  me  a  curious  question  :  '  Miss  Glen,  I  fancy 
1  see  disapproval  in  your  ejes.  I  trust  you  do  not 
think  I  am  in  any  way  to  blame  for  my  wife's  present 
illness  ? ' 

'• '  For  her  illness  ?  Oh  no,  not  at  all.  How  could 
you  possibly  be  to  blame  for  a  perfectly  natural 
seizure  ? '  I  replied.  *  But,  of  course,  there  is  no 
doubt  that    her   anxiety   and    worry   for  the   future 

•ecov 


may 


-ery. 


'"  B  It   what   can    I   do  ?      I   have    my   place    of 
business  to  go  to.     If  I  absent  myself  even  for  a  day, 


MRS.   PLATT'S   HUSEA.\D. 


i09 


y,  but 

He 

went 

fancy 

0  not 

resent 


IS   no 
uture 


it  is  quite  possible  my  services  may  be  dispensed  with. 
Such  are  the  conditions  of  life,  even  for  the  competent 
and  the  educated,  in  this  city  of  London,'  he  said,  with 
a  slight  shade  of  irony.  '  Such  as  they  are,  I  must 
regard  them.     Do  vou  not  think  so  ?  ' 

"  '  It  is  not  for  me  to  say,'  I  replied.  *  But  I 
gathered  from  your  wife  that  your  present  post  is 
not  a  particularly  lucrative  one.  It  might  be  to  the 
advantage  of  all  concerned  were  you  to  remain  here 
and  attend  to  this  business.' 

"  I  had  no  sort  of  right  to  make  any  such  sugges- 
tion, but  he  was  plainly  seeking  an  expression  of 
my  opinion,  and  I  gave  it  as  candidly  as  I  knew  how. 
He  shrugged  his  shoulders  and  glanced  back  into 
the  emporium  with  undisguised  scorn, 

"*I  may  come  to  it  in  time — though  not  till  it 
is  a  case  of  desperation  with  me,'  he  said  rather 
peevishly.  '  I  find  it  bad  enough  to  have  it  as  en- 
vironment during  the  few  hours  I  spend  here.  But  to 
become  identified  with  it  perpetually,  Heaven  forbid  ! ' 

"  '  It  is  a  perfectly  respectable  business,  Mr.  Piatt, 
and  your  wife  says  there  is  money  in  it.  I  do  not 
see  why  you  should  have  such  an  aversion  to  it.' 

" '  Do  you  not  ?  Then  you  would  think  it  no 
humiliation  for  me  to   be  here  some  fine  day  when 


I  to 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


one  of  my  Balliol  fellows  !night  step  in.  I  could  not 
stand  the  risk  of  it.  That  is  wby  my  wife's  name 
is  above  the  door  and  not  mine.  If  I  told  you  my 
name  you  would  recognise  it  as  belonging  to  one  of 
the  oldest  Surrey  families.  I  have  relatives  there, 
near  ones  too,  who  have  disowned  me  since  my 
marriage.  If  they  knew  of  this,'  he  said,  with  another 
comprehensive  wave,  Hhey  wouldn't  speak  to  me  in 
the  street.' 

"  It  was  a  false  and  despicable  pride,  yet  how 
natural  !  I  did  not  fp'^l  the  contempt  for  him  I  ought, 
because  I  knew  very  well  that  there  are  very  few  in  like 
circumstances  who  would  not  have  felt  just  like  him. 
It  is  a  very  rare  and  high-class  nature,  my  dear, 
which  can  absolutely  rise  above  all  such  considerations. 
Think  over  your  own  experiences,  and  see  how  many 
instances  you  can  record. 

" '  Well,  I  must  not  stand  talking  here  any  longer, 
Mr.  Piatt,  so  good-nigh t,'  I  said,  and  walked  oti 
quickly,  thinking  a  good  deal  of  the  curious  episode 
which  had  come  in  mv  wav. 

"  I  had  an  unusually  early  breakfast  next  morning, 
and  piloted  my  way  through  a  thick  fog  to  Portland 
Street  shortly  after  nine.  The  depressed-looking 
Clara,   rather   worn,   and    red   about    the   eyes,   was 


MRS.    PLATT'S  HUSRAXD. 


Ill 


making  an  attempt  to  dust  the  contents  of  the  shop,  and 
at   sight  of  me  the  tears  swelled  in  her  eyes  afresh. 

"'Well,  my  dear,  how  is  your  mother  tliis  morning?' 

" '  Very  poorly  ;  pa  hoped  you'd  come  before  be 
went  awav.     She's  liad  a  bad  niu^ht.' 

"  *  I'm  sorry  to  hear  that,'  I  said,  and  passed  into 
the  inner  room,  pausing  jnst  half  a  minute  to  pat 
the  children  and  ask  them  how  thev  were.  Nice 
little  things  tliey  seemed,  too,  if  they  had  been  cleaner, 
and  exhibited  more  of  the  liveliness  of  childliood. 
Even  in  their  play  they  were  very  sober,  as  if  early 
oppressed  by  the  reality  of  life.  I  found  my  patient 
much  exliausted,  and  after  I  had  made  my  examina- 
tion feared  the  worst.  8he  seemed  pleased  to  see 
me,  and  gathering  my  concern  from  my  face,  pat 
to  me  a  very  straight  (juestion. 

" '  Am  I  agoin'  to  die  ? ' 

"  '  You  are  very  ill,'  I  replied  at  once,  for  I  never 
hide  the  truth,  especially  when  it  is  so  earnestly 
sought.  1  hiid  my  hand  on  hers  as  I  said  it,  and  1 
suppose  1  looked  tlie  sym])atliy  I  felt.  My  heart 
indeed  overflowed  with  the  pity  of  it,  and  I  felt 
nothing  but  honour  for  the  poor  woman  wlio  had 
made  such  a  mistake,  and  {)aid  for  it  more  dearly 
perTiaps    than   1   knew.      She   was    uneducated    and 


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ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


plebeian  of  course,  as  the  Surrey  family  wonld  have 
had  no  hosit.ition  in  telling  you,  but  she  had  feelings 
as  acute,  sensibilities  as  easily  woun(l<'d,  as  the  gently- 
born,  and  the  knowledge,  never  hid  from  her  by  Hhe 
gentleman  and  the  scholard,'  that  she  had  dragged 
him  down,  had  been  as  bitter  as  gall  to  her,  and 
brought  out  all  the  unlovely  traits  in  her  character. 
'  You  look  so  kind,  miss,  an*  there  ain't  nobody  I 
can  speak  to  ;  will  you  sit  down,  and  hear  what  I 
have  to  say  ? ' 

"  I  did  so,  still  keeping  my  hand  on  hers,  and  she 
turned  her  dim  eyes  on  my  face  with  a  whole  world 
of  pathos  and  entreaty  in  their  depths.  *  Only  for 
our  children  I  wouldn't  mind  much.  IVe  been  a 
drag  on  Richard,  that's  Piatt,  from  the  first.  I  might 
'a'  known  it  never  does  for  a  gentleman  to  marry  a 
servant,  but  I  didn't  think,  and  as  Heaven  is  my 
judge,  I  loved  'im  dear.  Not  that  Piatt's  ever  been 
bad  to  me — he  wouldn't  be  bad  to  nobody,  poor  fellow, 
he  ain't  got  as  much  venom  in  'im,  or  he  might  'a' 
got  on  better.  But  Vs  fretted  after  'is  own  kind,  as 
is  nat'ral,  I  suppose.  Oh,  them  children  !  what'll 
become  of  them  ?     Heaven  knows,  I  don't.' 

"  '  The  way  is  always  opened  up,'  1  said  soothingly, 
*  and  it  is  quite  possible  that  left  entirely  to  his  own 


MRS    PLATT'S  HJrsBAND. 


n;> 


resources  their  father  may  develop  uew  capabilities. 
I  am  afraid  yon  have  too  often  stepped  into  the 
breach.' 

"  *  Maybe.  We  never  had  no  bitter  words  only  over 
this  business,  but  I  knew  there  was  money  in  it,  an' 
1  had  to  tliiiik  on  the  five.  I  wish  'e'd  let  ('hira 
keep  on.  She's  beginnin'  to  know  it,  and  slie  takes 
such  an  interest  in  the  bits  o'  china  and  things  ;  if 
'e'd  let  Clara  keep  in  I  think  I'd  die  witli  an  easy 
mind.  If  'e  doesn't,  then  they'll  starve,  'cos  lie  makes 
only  sixty  pound  a  year,  and  has  to  go  like  a  gentle- 
man. Maybe  you'd  put  in  a  word  for  the  business, 
miss,  for  Piatt,  he  took  mightily  to  yon  last  night, 
anybody  could  see  ;  he  said  that  you  was  a  lady 
born,  an'  that  goes  a  long  way  wi'  Piatt,  being  a 
gentleman  and  a  scholard  hisself.' 

"  I  promised  to  do  what  I  could,  and  when  I  went 
away  my  heart  was  hot  and  bitter  against  the  man 
who  had,  though  perhaps  not  intentionally,  made  the 
burden  of  life  so  heavy  for  the  woman  who  liad  given 
him  herself  and  all  she  had. 

"  That  evening,  when  I  paid  my  second  visit,  1  was 
the  unwilling  witness  of  a  painful  and  pathetic  scene. 
I  went  after  dinner  with  my  mind  made  up  to  talk 
very  plainly  to  Mr,  Piatt,  but  when    I  arrived  I  found 

8 


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ELIZA  BET  1 1  r.LE^\  MB. 


no  npportmiity.  Pinu-tly  T  (Mitercd  the  room  T  saw 
that  iny  patient  was  dyin*,'.  lie  sat  b\  tlie  bed 
h)()kin.<::  painfully  and  pitifully  at  her,  and  at  sight 
of  me  appeared  immensely  relieved.  But  it  was  very 
little  I  e-nuld  do.  She  smiled  wanly  uj)on  me  as  1 
bent  over  her,  and  tried  lo  press  my  fingers  as  they 
touched  her  hand. 

"  '  I'm  a-sli})pinV  she  said,  '  an'  I've  been  a-talkin' 
to  Piatt.  He  says  I  ain't  agoin'  to  die,  an'  won't 
promise  anything.  Jes'  say  a  word  to  him,  miss,  for 
the  sake  o'  Clara  an'  the  children.' 

"  She  spoke  with  ext.eme  difficulty  of  course,  her 
breathing  being  much  oppressed.  I  turned  to  the 
husband,  who  stood  on  the  hearthrug  twirling  his 
thumbs,  the  picture  of  helplessness  and  discomfort. 

"  *  You  hear  what  she  says,  Mr.  Piatt.  She  wishes 
you  to  promise  that  you  will  keep  this  home  together 
for  the  children,  and  let  Clara  do  what  she  can  with 
the  shop.' 

" '  Is  she  going  to  die  ?  '  he  asked  incredulously, 
and  with  a  scared  look  in  his  eyes. 

"  I  nodded,  and,  to  do  him  justice,  he  then  exhibited 
a  very  genuine  distress.  He  threw  himself  down  on 
his  knees  by  the  bed,  and  implored  her  to  forgive 
liim  for  all  the  past. 


•usly, 

bited 
a  on 
rgive 


A/RS.    PLATT'S   HUbbAND. 


H5 


"'There  ain't  imtliin^  to  for«^ive,  Dickie,'  she  said, 
with  a  faint,  pluised  smile  Huch  as  she  might  have 
bestowed  on  u  hahy  at  hor  hn'ust.  *  You've  never 
Ix'on  bad  to  me,  nor  sjiid  no  cross  words,  Vej)t  about 
the  business.  1  did  wrong  to  marry  you,  though  1 
hived  you  dear,  an' ' 

"  I  stoh;  away,  for  these  were  not  words  for  me 
to  hear.  I  did  not  leave  the  house,  however,  but 
remained  in  the  sitting-room  talking  to  the  little  boy, 
the  onlv  one  of  the  children  not  in  bed.  After  a 
little  I  heard  a  hurried  movemeut  upstairs,  and  Mr. 
Piatt  quickly  calling  my  luime.  I  t(H)k  the  little  boy 
in  my  arms,  called  to  Clara,  and  ran  up. 

"  Yes,  the  end  liad  come,  and  pOor  Mrs.  Piatt's 
face  wore  a  perfectly  serene  look  as  she  sat  up 
gasping  among  her  pillows. 

"  '  Dickie,  fetcli  the  baby,  and  Will,  and  Fanny,' 
she  said,  and  turned  to  me  with  a  smile.  *  It's  all 
riglit,  miss,  between  Phitt  an'  me  at  last,  an'  he'll 
let  Clara  keep  on.  You'll  look  in  now  and  again, 
won't  you  ?  I'd  like  to  think  of  you  lookin'  in  on 
the  little  ones,  an'  it  might  help  Piatt  to  be  more 
reconciled,  as,  yon  see,  you're  a  lady  born.  Here's  the 
bai)y,  bless  his  little  'eart,  rubbin'  his  eyes  ;  wot  a 
shame  to  wake  'im  up,  but  1  wanted  to  kiss  'im  once.' 


ti6 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,  M.B. 


"  She  stretched  out  her  arms,  and  her  husband 
laid  the  child  at  her  breast.  She  bent  her  face  over 
him  a  moment,  and  then  looked  towards  me. 

"*  There  ain't  no  parson,  nor  nobody  to  say  a 
prayer  ;  could  you,  miss,  for  the  baby's  sake  ? ' 

"  I  knelt  down  at  once  in  the  midst  of  the  wonder- 
ing children,  and  what  I  said  I  know  not  ;  but  words 
fitting  and  appropriate  were  given  me,  and  I  know  I 
had  a  strange  feeling  of  nearness  to  the  Divine. 

"  She  echoed  my  *  Amen  '  in  a  faint  whisper,  and 
closed  her  eyes,  while  her  feeble  clasp  on  the  child 
gradually  relaxed.  So  she  died.  Your  eyes  are  full, 
listening  to  my  poor  recital  of  that  pathetic  scene ; 
you  can  imagine  what  it  was  to  be  a  witness  to  it. 
Well,  dear,  that  is  my  story  ;  sad  enough,  eh  ?  but, 
curiously,  it  is  one  of  my  favourite  bits:  and  I  have  an 
odd,  reverent  feeling  whenever  I  think  of  Mrs.  Piatt." 

**  What  became  of  them  ?  "  I  asked,  with  intense 
interest.  "  Did  Piatt  rise  to  the  occasion,  as  you 
predicted  ?  " 

"  Clara  did.  The  development  of  that  child  was 
most  extraordinary.  Would  you  believe  that  every 
bit  of  antique  furniture  and  some  of  the  very  scraps 
of  china  you  have  coveted  in  my  drawing-room  came 
from    Piatt's   in    Portland    Street  ?     The    aristocracy 


,*)»*5r!SW»Ji«-'*i^'J 


MRS.   PLATT'S  H  US  HAND. 


117 


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came 

cracy 


patronise  it  now.  If  you  go  down  any  fine  morning 
in  the  season,  you're  sure  to  see  a  coroneted  carriage 
at  the  door.  It's  an  art  and  vertu  shop  now,  though  ; 
the  old  clothes  which  so  exercised  the  soul  of  Mr. 
Piatt  are  a  thing  of  the  past.'* 

"  But  Mr.  Piatt  himself/'  I  reiterated,  "  what  about 
him  ?  " 

Doctor  Glen  shrugged  her  shoulders. 

"  Oh,  he  exists,  and  deigns  to  own  the  concern  now 
it  flourishes,  but  I  have  never  forgiven  him.  May  I 
be  forgiven  myself  for  my  lack  of  Christian  charity  I  *' 

"  But  he  has  remained  true  to  her  memory  ?  " 

"  He  hasn't  married  again,  and,  to  do  him  justice, 
I  believe  he  thinks  of  her  with  a  tender  regret.  It's 
the  old  story  over  again — only  when  death,  kinder 
sometimes  than  life  to  humanity,  steps  in  and  takes 
something  from  us  do  we  recognise  its  value.  Mr. 
Piatt  makes  a  kind  father  to  the  children,  and  the 
eldest  son  is  at  Balliol  ;  so  I  suppose  he  beholds  his 
ambition  live  again  in  the  boy." 

"  And  the  despised  shop  provides  the  where- 
withal ?  " 

Dr.  Glen  nodded,  and  somehow  the  bantering  mood 
I  knew  so  well  fell  from  her,  and  she  seemed  to  be 
musing  on  the  irony  as  well  as  the  pathos  of  life. 


ir» 


V. 


NORA    FLEMING. 


T"N  the  early  days  of  my  acquaintance  with  Dr. 
Glen,  I  sometimes  puzzled  myself  not  a  little 
over  her  religious  views.  1  knew  from  sundry 
remarks  1  had  heard  her  make  that  she  was  not 
quite  orthodox,  and  she  sometimes  saia  things  which 
startled  me  just  a  little  ;  but  I  said  to  my  husband 
long  ago  that  I  wished  there  were  more  of  Elizabeth 
Glen's  kind  of  Christianity  in  this  world,  and  1  some- 
times say  80  still.  She  is  not  a  woman  from  whom 
you  can  get  a  direct  expression  of  opinion  at  the  very 
moment  you  may  happen  to  want  it ;  in  fact,  she 
takes  a  little  delight  at  times  in  keeping  you  angling 
after  her  views,  just  as  I  have  seen  her  angle  herself 
for  the  brown  trout  in  the  peat  streams  of  Amulree. 
One  day  I  went  to  her,  puzzled  and  a  little  downcast 
over  one  of  the  problems  that  often   exercised  me  : 

why  the  best  people,  whose  daily  life  is  a  gracious 

Ii8 


NORA    FLEMI.XG, 


119 


very 
she 


benediction  to  all  it  touelies,  slionld  so  often  bo  culled 
upon  to  bear  siicli  nnheard-of  and  almost  nnbearnble 
trials  of  patience  nnd  faith.  1  had  a  ])!irticiilar  case 
in  my  mind  that  afternoon,  a  fine  yonn"^  fellow,  fnll 
of  promise,  whose  robnst  manliood  was  a  thing  to 
rejoice  in  and  thank  God  for,  yet  who  in  his  venture 
matrimonial  had  drawn  not  a  blank,  but  what  was 
worse,  a  genuine  cross. 

If  I  were  ever  tempted  to  make  copy  out  of  flie 
•sad  family  histories  that  have  come  under  my  ob- 
servation, that  young  man  would  serve  as  an  ex- 
emplification of  the  old  saw,  Marry  in  haste,  repent 
at  leisure. 

Dr.  Glen  was  busy  when  I  arrived.  She  had  got 
to  that  stage  in  her  profession  when  you  always 
found  two  or  three  people  in  her  waiting-room  during 
her  consulting  hours,  wliich  slie  liad  fixed  from  two 
till  four.  Mnrgaret  took  me  to  the  drawing-room, 
and  lingered  to  have  a  little  talk  over  things  in 
general.  She  always  cnlled  me  "  the  mistress,"  and 
took  the  liveliest  interest  in  my  afl'airs,  even  to  the 
extent  of  criticisinof  the  Scotch  in  mv  nov/'//.9.  Manv 
a  skirmish  we  had  over  the  meaning  and  spelling 
of  certain  words,  and  lofty  was  lier  scorn  of  Dr. 
Jamieson,  my  authority  and  standby. 


\  't 


I^O 


ELIZA nETII   GLEN.   M.B. 


i  ■ ,  I 


"  He  disna  ken  a'thiiiir,"  slie  would  sav.  "  Div 
I  no  mind  it  fnie  my  inither's  knee  ? "  Dear  old 
Margaret  !  In  her  late  years  she  took  the  matri- 
nionial  fever  badly,  and  married  a  wastrel,  so  that 
her  last  dpvs  were  worse  than  her  first.  Dr.  Glen, 
being  by  nature  the  most  womanly  of  women,  was 
;ilways  making  tlic  most  deligliM'nl  alterations  and 
additions  to  Ijrr  drawing-room.  Do  you  know 
drawing-rooms  that  5ire  as  unjiiterable  ms  the  laws 
of  the  Medes  and  Persians,  rooms  you  go  into  month 
after  month  and  year  after  year,  knowing  you  will 
never  see  anvthinof  tlierc  to  relieve  the  monotony 
of  perpetual  order  ?  Jt  is  the  room  of  the  conven- 
tional woman,  who  sternly  re])resses  any  original 
idea  which  may  by  some  strange  chance  occasionally 
occur  to  her.  Dr.  Glen  was  not  conventional,  and 
though  I  am  fond  of  moving  furniture  about  myself, 
and  of  introducing  variety  in  my  home,  I  do  not 
rival  her.  Entering  Dr.  Glen's  drawing-room,  you 
always  have  a  fVesh,  deliglitful  feeling,  like  recog- 
nising old  friends  with  new  faces.  The  artistic 
arrangement  and  the  interesting  items  which  con- 
tribute to  it  make  luilf  an  hour's  waiting  there  seem 
less    irksome    than    anywhere    else.      But    I   must 


hasten  ou. 


NORA   FLEMING. 


lai 


jcog- 

tistic 

con- 

jeem 

LUSt 


Elizabeth  came  in  about  half-past  three.  She 
looked  a  little  tired,  I  thought,  but  fresh  and  dainty 
in  her  dress  as  usual.  Shall  I  tell  yon  what  she 
wore  that  day,  my  most  unorthodox  of  lady  doctors  ? 
A  brown  serge  skirt  and  a  bine  catnbric  blouse,  with 
starched  cuffs  and  turnover  colLir,  both  fastened  by 
her  magnificent  yellow  cairngorms  in  thoir  settings 
of  gold,  the  only  ornaments  she  possessed  which  I 
really  coveted.  They  had  been  found  on  lier  father's 
estate,  and  were  heirlooms  in  the  Glen  family,  but 
I  don't  think  anybody  whoever  wore  them  was  more 
stately  than  my  Elizabeth.  She  had  a  quaint  silver 
belt  round  her  waist,  which  was  very  slender  for 
her  heisjht,  and  she  looked  everv  inch  what  she  was 
— a  simple,  well-dressed,  well-bred  gentlewoman.  She 
threw  herself  on  the  couch  and  folded  her  hands 
behind  her  head. 

"  I&n't  it  hot  ?  We  have  not  many  Aprils  like 
this  in  London,  and  what  will  August  be  like?  Are 
you  going  to  Amulree  this  year?" 

"I  don't  know  whether  we  can  afford  to  go  any- 
where." 

"  Oh,  is  that  it?  Well,  I'll  take  you  if  you  can't. 
I  made  five  pounds  this  afternoon.  This  thing  is 
going  to  pay.     I've  seen  nothing  but  Amulree  before 


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r.J.IZABEThl   GLEN,    M.B. 


\\       i 


mv  eves  all  dav.  Oh.  mv  doar,  do  von  remember 
that  view  from  the  old  road  Ijetwoen  Corrvmuck 
Loch  and  Achnai'aidd  ?  I  shall  always  love  you  for 
making  Sheila  happy  jnst  there.  Don't  I  wish  I 
saw  it  with  mv  own  eyes  at  this  very  minute  I  " 

*' Elizabeth,  don't  make  me  homesick.  It's  had 
enough  to  have  a  man  at  home  always  raving  about 
Amulree." 

"  Who  introduced  me  to  its  loveliness  ?  It  is  a 
favourite  remark  of  yours  that  all  things  are  by 
comparison,  and  when  one  tramps  the  streets  baking 
under  a  tropical  sun,  'hen  must  the  soul  that  has 
seen  Amulree  be  fain  for  it.  I  just  feel  that  if  I 
had  a  Wash,  af5  Margaret  would  say,  a  genuine  blash 
of  Amulree  rain  swept  clean  up  from  the  sma'  glen 
into  my  face,  I  should  g^\  rid  of  tho  London  smuts. 
I  hope,  my  dear,  you  have  no  evil  designs  on  me 
to-day.  I'm  positive  it  was  only  the  day  before 
yesterday  I  gave  you  ^  Mrs.  Piatt's  Hiisband.' " 

''  Three  weeks  ago,  Eli/abeth,"  I  said  ;  "  so  you're 
in  for  it  again." 

^'  Aren't  you  worming  more  than  your  due  out  of 
me,  and  making  surreptitious  use  of  it  ?  "  she  asked 
whimsically  ;  then  we  both  laughed. 

"I  called   on   the   Harrisons  as   I   came  through 


NORA    FLEMING. 


»2.^ 


gleu 


'ough 


Bedford  Street,  Elizabeth,  and  I  am  more  than 
usually  depressed  about  them.  Can  you  tell  me 
why  good  people  have  such  a  poor  time  of  it,  some 
of  them  at  least,  in  this  world?" 

"  Yes,  because  somebody  must  have  a  poor  time 
of  it,  and  the  good  show  up  to  the  best  advantage 
under  difficulties.  That's  the  conclusion  I  have  come 
to.  The  Lord  is  a  great  deal  wiser  than  we  who 
believe  in  Him  know." 

I  didn't  say  anything,  for  I  was  looking  at  my 
friend  as  she  spoke.  Her  eyes  were  shut,  but  her 
face  wore  a  most  steadfast  and  lovely  look,  which 
almost  made  me  feel  that  she  was  conversing 
with  the  Unseen.  Presently  she  opened  her  eyes 
wide. 

"  Your  question  makes  me  think  of  something 
you  might  like,  but  it's  sad,  and  it*s  about  married 
people  too.  You  said,  I  remember,  referring  to 
Mrs.  Piatt,  that  you  had  had  enough  of  married 
people,  and  wanted  a  genuine  love-story,  though  it's 
my  opinion  that  by  far  the  most  interesting  love 
stories  are  to  be  found  in  the  lives  of  married  folks. 
The  other  is  onlv  the  prelude." 

"  I'll  take  anything  to-day,  and  be  thankful.  The 
youQg    ladies    who    are    clamouring   for    unmarried 


124 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   MB. 


romance   can   wait   without   serions   consequences   to 
themselves  or  to  me." 

"  Snch  meekness  demands  its  reward,"  said  Dr. 
Glen,  and  after  a  minute's  pause  went  on :  "  Of 
course  you  know  T  have  inaiiy  Scotch  folk  among 
my  patients,  and  as  a  rule  I  prefer  them,  chiefly,  1 
suppose,  because  I  understand  them  better.  There 
is  more  difference  than  one  would  think  between  the 
two  nationalities,  and  it  is  more  noticeable  among 
women  than  among  men." 

"  I  have  heard  my  husband  say  the  same  thing," 
I  remarked.  "  But  I  should  think  you  could  accom- 
modate yourself  to  anybody  or  anything,  Elizabeth ; 
you  are  the  most  adaptable  person  I  ever  met." 

She  turned  her  head  and  looked  at  me  straight, 
as  if  to  ask  just  how  much  or  how  little  my  words 
might  mean. 

'*  It's  a  fact,"  I  nodded.  **  You  are  the  sort  of 
person  to  make  yourself  at  home  anywhere,  and  to 
take  the  bearings  of  persons  or  things  at  a  glance." 

"  You  have  a  good  opinion  of  me,  dearest,  and 
though  I  know  how  far  it  falls  short  of  the  real, 
I   love  vou   for  it.     Nevertheless   I   do  make   some 

ft' 

gigantic    mistakes,    and    1   made    one   in    my  first 
estimate  of  the  little  woman  about  whom  I  am  going 


NORA   FLEMING. 


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en  the 


among 


;hing," 
iccom- 
abeth ; 

raight, 
words 

ort  of 
md  to 
ance." 
,  and 
real, 
some 
first 
going 


to  tell  ^on  ;  and  of  course  I  was  mistaken  too  in  my 
first  impression  of  Mrs.  Piatt.  One  afternoon,  soon 
after  I  fixed  these  consulting  hours,  a  lady  Wiis  shown 
in,  a  lady  with  a  baby  in  her  arms.  She  was  very 
well  dressed,  in  a  serge  gown  and  a  sealskin  jacket, 
was  very  young,  not  more  than  three-  ov  four-and- 
twenty,  and  she  looked  so  extremely  fragile  that  i 
jumped  up  hastily  to  give  her  a  chair.  It  was  rather 
a  pretty  face,  though  in  my  first  glance  I  thought  it 
lacked  character,  and  with  my  usual  hot  haste  drew 
a  mental  estimate  of  its  possessor. 

" '  I  have  heard  of  you,  Dr.  Glen,'  she  said,  in  a 
voice  of  winning  sweetness,  '  and  I  have  Irought  my 
baby  to  see  you.  I  have  an  aunt  living  ia  Russell 
Square,  who  says  you  are  very  clever,  so  I  have  come 
to  ask  your  advice.' 

'•'  *  Yes  ;  then  let  me  see  the  baby,'  I  said,  bending 
over  her  as  she  put  up  the  child's  veil  and  unfastened 
its  white  cloak.  Then  1  saw  that  it  was  a  white- 
faced,  pu»y  little  thing  ;  in  a  word,  a  baby  who  did 
not  thrive. 

"  *  A  little  girl,'  I  said  nodding,  as  I  pushed  the 
granny  bonnet  off  its  little  head. 

"  The  usual  questions  were  asked  and  answered. 
It  was  a  common  tale  of  a  London  baby— the  mother 


126 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


unable  to  nnrse,  difficulty  of  procnriiig  satisfactory 
milk,  gradual  decline  of  the  child.  Yon  must  make 
haste  to  get  that  little  house  in  the  country,  dear, 
in  order  tliat  vours  mav  escaT)e  the  common  fate. 
And  after  liaving  discussed  the  baby  and  settled 
what  was  to  be  done,  the  mother  and  I  fell  into  a 
little  friendly  talk,  during  which  she  mentioned  her 
husband's  name,  which  for  obvious  reasons  I  must 
again  make  fictitious.     She  called  him  Mr.  Fleming. 

"  '  Why/  I  said,  '  that's  pure  Scotch  ;  but  you  are 
not  Scotch,  Mrs.  Fleming  ?  ' 

"  '  Oh  no  ;  but  my  husband  is.  He  is  a  clergyman, 
Dr.  Glen — curate  to  Dr.  Main  waring  at  the  church 
in  Marlwood  Road.' 

"  *  Oh,'  1  said.  *  I  know  him  perfectly  by  sight, 
and  I  have  heard  him  preach.* 

"  Her  face  flushed  a  little,  and  she  bent  over  her 
baby,  I  thought  to  hide  it. 

"  '  We  live  in  Marlwood  Road.  It  would  not  be 
too  far,  would  it,  for  you  to  come  and  seek  baby  ? ' 

"  ^  No.  T  shall  be  only  too  glad  to  come,'  I  said, 
speaking  from  a  friendly  point  of  view.  I  began  to 
be  interested  in  the  little  woman,  and  that  flush 
puzzled  me.  Was  it  pride,  or  sensitiveness,  or 
shame,  I  wonder,  that  could  have  caused  it  ? — not  the 


NORA    FLEMING. 


117 


lot  be 

.V?' 

said, 
m  to 
flush 
or 
>t  the 


last,  surely,  because  I  knew  the  Reverend  Wallace 
Fleming  by  name  as  a  rather  brilliant  person,  wiio 
could  fill  the  Marhvood  Road  Church  of  an  evening 
when  his  rector  couldn't. 

"He  v^as  a  very  handsome  person,  too,  tlic  adored 
of  the  young  ladies  of  his  charge,  so  1  liad  heard. 
Yet,  curiously  enongli,  I  had  never  heard  of  his  wife. 
It  occurred  to  me,  even  in  that  first  interview  with 
Mrs.  Fleming,  that  she  was  not  a  particularly  liappy 
woman.  There  was  a  curious  wistfulness  in  her  eyes 
and  a  droop  about  the  lips  which  suggested  more 
heaviness  of  heart  than  she  had  any  business  to  feel  ; 
but  the  genuine  cause  of  it  never  occurred  to  me  at 
the  time.  I  learned  not  long  after,  however,  that 
it  was  caused  by  heart  hunger,  and  the  yearning  of  a 
deeply  religious  soul  over  another  which  she  thought 
deviating  a  little  from  the  right  way.  My  dear,  you 
find  deep  religious  sentiment  and  a  consciousness 
sometimes  morbid  in  the  least  likely  places.  I  never 
expected  to  find  them  in  Nora  Fleming.  Yet  there 
they  were,  and  my  subsequent  intercourse -with  her 
did  more  to  deepen  my  own  rehgious  convictions  than 
anything  has  done  since  my  mother  died.  My  poor 
little  Nova  Fleming  I  " 

For  the  moment  Elizabeth  seemed  to  forget  me  ; 


ia8 


EUZADETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


the  associations  called  up  by  the  story  she  had  begun 
seemed  to  onj^ross  all  her  thoni^hts. 

"  About  a  week  after  tluit  I  was  summoned  to 
Marlwood  Uoad,"  she  said  at  leii<;th,  "and  when 
I  arrived  I  found  it  was  to  see  the  mother,  not  the 
child.  She  was  not  in  bed,  but  sitting  at  her  bed- 
room fire,  a  fragile  little  figure  in  a  blue  dressing- 
gown,  looking  80  childish  and  petite  that  I  felt  like 
treating  her  accordingly.  But  a  big,  strong,  noble, 
womanly  heart  beat  under  that  blue  dressing-gown, 
Annie,  a  heart  meet  only  for  the  Kingdom. 

"  *  Baby  is  ever  so  much  better,'  she  said,  greeting 
me  with  a  bright,  sweet  smile.  '•  Yes,  I  am  a  little 
down  ;  and  I  thought  I  wanted  badly  to  see  you. 
Did  you  know  how  much  good  you  did  me  that  day 
I  called  ? ' 

" '  My  dear,  I  didn't  prescribe  for  you.  It  was 
the  baby  I  treated,'  I  said  bluntly. 

"  '■  No,  but  you  made  me  feel  strong,  and  you  are 
good,  1  know.  I  have  often  wished  for  a  strong 
woman  friend.     I  am  so  weak  myself.' 

'* '  Weak  in  body  you  may  be,  but  nowhere  else,' 
I  said  cheerily.  '  But  come,  let  me  feel  the  pulse. 
Mothers  can't  afford  to  make  such  a  fuss.  I  must 
get  you  out  (jf  this  room.' 


NOR^\    FLE^/f^G. 


120 


"The  pnlse  was  very  weiik,  and  tlierr  was  a  luiii^nior 
and  depression  alxmt  the  little  nvoiiiiiii  wliicli  iiwkU* 
me  think  tlieru  was  a  lieart  tnnilih'  at  the  bottom. 
I  Hat  down  in  front  of  lier,  and  I  sni»]tose  I  hioked 
very  grave  and  serions.     I  ccitainly  felt  so. 

"*Now,  Mrs.  Fleiuing,'  I  said,  gently  hnt  lirruly, 
*  pray  forget  that  I  am  a  woman,  and  t\\\u]<  of  me 
only  as  the  doetor.  Ilnve  you  got  anytliing  on  yonr 
mind?  Are  yon  tVeiting  al)ont  som(>thing?  There 
isn't  anvthing  the  matter  with  von  tliat  I  can  find, 
unless  thtM-is  a  worry  at  the  bottom.* 

"  *  Oh,  I  Inive  a  lot  of  worries — (?very  woman  has,' 
she  said  evasively.  '  There's  baby,  you  know  ;  and 
the  servants  are  not  verv  satisfaetorv.  We  are  not 
rich,  and  can't  atl'ord  to  |)a}  experienced  ones.  1 
liave  a  good  many  liousehold  cares,  and  Mr.  Fleming 
doesn't  reallv  know  liow  much  it  takes  out  of  one. 
It's  the  sort  of  tiling  which  seems  too  trivial  to  talk 
of,'  she  said,  dr()pi)ing  her  voice  to  a  whisper.  '  But 
it  makes  one's  lieart  cry  out  to  (iod  all  the  time.  He 
alwavs   understands  women,  don't   von  tliiidc?     If  it 


ar 


were   not  for  that,   indeed,    indeed    I   could    not    lie 
it.' 

"'  There   was  a  lump  in  my  throat.     1  stroked  the 
white,  fragile  little  hand,  ;ind  said  to  myself.  '  Eli/,a- 

9 


W^ 


I30 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


beth,  yon  big,  soft  creature,  don't  weep,  or  your 
credit  as  a  doctor  is  gone.' 

"  *  Of  course,  when  one  is  not  very  strong  all  such 
worries  assume  mountainous  proportions,'  I  said 
bravely.  *  I  am  the  happy  possessor  myself  of  "  a 
perfect  treasure  "  in  the  shape  of  my  own  old  nurse,  but 
I  can  sympathise  with  you  for  all  that.  You  have 
never  got  quite  strong,  I  think,  since  baby  came, 
and  what  you  want  is  mothering,  and  country  air. 
Is  your  mother  alive  ?  ' 

"She  shook  her  head. 

*  *  Oh  no,  she  died  when  I  was  quite  little.  I 
have  nobody,  only  Aunt  Kate,  who  lives  in  Russell 
8quare.  She  has  a  school.  I  lived  with  her  and 
helped  a  little  with  the  younger  children  before  I 
married.  She  is  very  clever,  but  you  see  her  way 
of  life  is  different  from  mine  now,  and  she  does  not 
quite  understand  all  T  Lave  to  do.' 

"  '  You  don't  do  any  parish  work,  ot  course  ? ' 
I  said  bluntly. 

"  She  shook  her  head. 

"  *  I  wish  I  could.  I  am  afraid  I  do  very  little 
to  help  Wallace  ;  but  really  there  are  plenty  of 
workers.  If  I  had  been  a  little  stronger,  of  course 
1  should  like  to  luive  tauglit  in  the  Sunday-school.' 


•T.iri!a:^liW,«!S- W'Wl.'  »!'■*'  'S 


NORA    FLEMING. 


«3> 


irse  ? ' 


little 
ity  of 

',()nrse 
)1.' 


"  *  I  suppose  Mr.  Fleming  is  a  very  busy  man  ? 
Marlwood  Road  is  a  big  church,'  I  said  inquiringly. 
Somehow  I  had  got  it  in  my  head  that  the  minister 
was  at  the  bottom  of  the  worry. 

"  '  Oh  yes,  he  is  very  busy  ;  he  cannot  be  in  very 
much,  h,nd  I  am  always  so  sorry  if  1  do  not  feel  well 
and  cheerful  when  he  is  in.  He  likes  everything 
bright  and  dainty,  and  when  baby  is  cross  and  the 
servants  trying,  he  doesn't  like  it;  no  gentleman  does,' 

"  I  got  up  and  took  a  turn  across  the  floor.  1  had 
got  the  key  to  the  mystery,  and  I  had  only  one  desire, 
to  make  a  few  plain  remarks  to  the  popular  minister 
of  Marlwood  Road,  and  to  point  out  one.  duty  which 
in  all  his  intellectual  and  ambitious  flights  he  hail 
wickedly  passed  by. 

"  *  I've  got  a  new  carriage,  of  which  I  am  very 
proud,'  I  said,  changing  the  subject  abruptly.  'jVnd 
•to-morrow  I  have  to  go  to  Cricklewood  to  see  an  old 
patient  of  mine,  who  is  staying  there  temporarily. 
If  it  is  fine,  may  I  come  at  four  o'clock  and  fetch 
you  and  baby  for  a  drive  ?  ' 

"  She  answered  me  only  by  a  bright  smile,  and  two 
big  tears  which  rolled  from  under  her  long  lashes, 
and  glittered  on  her  cheeks. 

"  On  Sunday  evening  i  went  to  service  at  Marlwood 


I3« 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


Road — yes,  for  the  sole  purpose  of  beholding  the  Rev. 
Wallace  Fleming  and  hearing  him  preach." 

"  So  like  a  woman,"  I  murmured.  "  No  man  doctor 
would  ever  have  thought  of  such  a  fching." 

"  No,  he  wouldn't,  my  dear  ;  you  are  quite  right. 
I  always  do  my  v*aty  by  the  man  doctor,  as  you  call 
him,  but  I  know  very  well  that  it  is  just  in  such 
cases  that  he  makes  his  professional  mistakes.  He 
would  have  gone  on  exclusively  treating  i)Oor  little 
Norah  Fleming's  body,  when  the  mind  was  at  the 
bottom  of  it  all  the  time.  It  was  sympathy  she 
wanted,  and  mothering,  and  loving  understanding,  for 
she  was  being  worried  and  neglected  into  the  grave." 

"  And  what  kind  of  spiritual  food,"  I  inquired 
meekly,  "  did  you  get  from  the  Rev.  Wallace 
Fleming  ? " 

"  Well,  my  dear,  I  will  not  deny  that  I  got  an 
intellectual  treat.  To  begin  with,  his  very  presence 
in  the  pulpit  was  eye-satisfying.  He  is  a  man  of 
splendid  physique,  and  his  head  is  noble.  Oh,  the 
man  has  gifts — even  the  most  ju'ejudiced  would  not 
deny  that — but  somehow  I  felt  inclined  to  get  up 
and  contradict  him  every  minute.  His  sentiments 
were  unimpeachable,  doing  equal  credit  to  his  head 
and  heart ;  and  as  1  observed  his  cnlm,  complacent, 


.  ■!7»rr;;^rtis«?W  , 


NORA    FLEMING. 


«33 


j» 


self-reliant  air,  and  looked  round  on  the  rapt  faces 
of  the  congregation,  cimong  whom  young  ladies  pre- 
dominated, I  thought  of  the  litth^  wife  at  home,  and 
I  felt  in  that  state  of  mind  which  Margaret  describes 
as  my  birse  being  up.  No,  of  course  the  service  did 
me  absolutely  no  good  whatever.  My  last  view  of 
the  Rev.  Wallace  Fleming  was  seeing  him  the  centre 
of  what  was  undoubtedly  an  admiring  throng,  who 
were  probably  telling  him  how  much  good  they  had 
derived  from  his  discourt5e.  Next  day,  wlien  I  went 
to  see  his  wife,  I  had  the  felicity  of  being  introduced 
to  him. 

"  It  was  about  noon,  and  I  found  her  dressed  and 
in  the  dining-room,  looking  very  worn  and  weary, 
and  thinner  than  ever  in  her  close-fitting  black  gown. 
(She  had  the  baby  in  her  arms.  Mr.  Fleming  was 
lying  on  the  couch  reading  the  newspaj)er,  and  he 
jumped  up,  all  courtesy,  to  receive  me.  Really  his 
manners  were  (juite  charming  ;  he  liad  that  peculiar 
suave,  deferential  touch  wliich  women  like,  and  even 
I  began  to  wonder  whether  1  had  been  in  my  thoughts 
a  trifle  hard  upon  him. 

"  *  My  poor  little  wife  has  not  been  very  strong,  and 
nothing  would  satisfy  her  but  the  lady  doctor,'  he 
said,  with  a  grand  smile.     *  I  am  very  glad  to  make 


' « 


"34 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


your  acquaintance,  Dr.  Glen,  and  I  hope  you  do  not 
find  Mrs.  Fleming  in  a  serious  condir  .on.  What  she 
wants,  as  I  tell  her,  is  stimulating,  looking  on  the 
bright  side  of  things,  and  making  her  own  environment 
bright.  I  make  a  point  of  preaching  the  doctrine  of 
sunshine  ;  we  have  enough  dark  creeds  in  our  midst 
already.* 

"  That  is  quite  trne,  Mr.  Fleming,'  I  replied  gvively, 
as  1  laid  down  ray  gloves  and  took  the  ))aby  iu 
my  arms.  '  And  I  agree  witH  yon  tliat  it  is  sunshine 
Mrs.  Flemin<»"  wants  ;  but  somebody  has  orot  to  create 
it  for  her.' 

''  He  looked  at  me  as  if  my  words  puzzled  him 
a  little  ;  their  hidden  sarcasm  I  am  positive  he  did 
not  see.  / 

" '  She  worries  too  ranch.  I  am  always  telling 
her  she  worries,  and  lionsehold  cares  should  never 
be  obtruded.  The  wheels  of  domestic  machinery  only 
want  oiling  with  tact  and  graciousness,  and  all  will 
go  smoothly.' 

"  I  saw  the  faint  glow  of  a  pitiful  smile  on  the 
little  woman's  grave  lips,  and  she  smoothed  the  front 
of  her  gown  with  her  liands  in  a  nervous  little  way, 
which  let  me  know  this  was  the  sore  bit. 

*' '  That  is  so  like  a  man's   speech,  Mr.   Fleming,' 


"WW^^F^^ 


NORA   FLEMING. 


135 


the 
front 
Ivay, 


I  said,  and  I  believe  the  tone  of  mv  voice  was  almost 
rude.  *  Perhaps  yon  will  consider  it  presumption  on 
my  part  to  remind  you  that  there  is  still  the  old-time 
difference  between  theory  and  practice,  between  the 
real  and  the  ideal.  The  plain  facts  of  tlie  case  are 
that  the  baby  and  the  servants  are  too  mucli  for  Mrs. 
Fleming  meanwhile,  and  we  must  get  lier  away  foi 
a  time.     Suppose  we  say  Scotland  for  a  irmth  ? ' 

^'  *  It  isn't  possible.  I  shall  not  be  free  till  August 
this  year,  as  Dr.  Main  waring  takes  his  recess  in  June 
and  July.  I  am  confident  you  are  exaggerating,  and 
that  if  Mrs.,  Fleming  would  only  exercise  a  little  more 
strength  of  mind  she  would  feel  herself  perfectly  well,' 
he  said  quite  coldly  ;  and  the  critical,  disapproving  look 
he  cast  on  his  wife  showed  me  that  his  heart,  so  far  as 
her  condition  was  concerned,  was  as  hard  as  the  nether 
millstone.  For  the  time  being  his  eyc.^  were  holden 
so  that  he  could  not  see.  At  that  moment  a  servant 
said  somebody  wanted  him  in  the  study,  and  we  were 
left  alone. 

"  *  Perhaps  Mr.  Fleming  is  right,  Dr.  Glen,'  she 
said  presently,  trying  to  brace  herself  up,  I  could  see, 
yet  speaking  with  an  unconscious  touch  of  bitterness. 
*  Yes,  I  am  weak  and  foolish,  and  perhaps  selfish  ; 
but  oh  !  I  am  worried.     Jo.ne  has  given  notice  thia 


'.5^^ 


ELIZABETH  i.LLN,   M  H. 


inoniinu;  ;  she  says  tlie  work  is  too  lieavy.  I  have 
not  told  Mr.  FltMiiiiitj  yet.  He  says  that  a  woman 
wlio  changes  lier  servants  as  often  as  I  do  does  not 
know  liow  to  manage  ;  hiit  what  am  I  to  do?  They 
nre  inferior  girls,  and  they  leave  whenever  they  tire 
and  want  a  cliange  ;  and  the  work  is  heav}^,  I  know 
tliat.'  I  thonglit  of  you  at  the  momeni,  dear,  of 
the  way  yon  ponr  your  domestic  worries  on  to  your 
linsband's  head,  and  I  wondered  wliat  ])art  an  experi- 
ence like  Mrs.  Fleming's  would  take  in  your  tlevelop- 
ment.  I  have  an  idea  that  rt  would  not  tend  to  make 
you  or  me  a  better  woman." 

"  No,"'  I  replied  with  conviction,  "  T  am  perfectly 
sure  it  wouldn't." 

"  '  I  was  at  church  last  niglit  in  Marlwood  Road, 
Mrs.  Fleming,  and  your  husband  gave  us  a  very 
eloquent  discourse,'  I  said,  and  again  that  slight, 
inexplicable  flush  suffused  her  cheek.  Then,  quite 
suddenly,  she  turned  to  me,  and  there  was  a  whole 
world  of  wistfuluess  in  her  eve. 

"  '  Dr.  Glen,  do  you  think  many  ministers  preach 
the  gosjjcl  ? ' 

"  Yes,  it  was  a  poser,  and  I  answered  lamely 
enough  : 

"  '  I  iiope  they  do." 


^OR.'^    FLEMING. 


>3: 


^ack 


lely 


" '  What  did  you  think  hist  iii«,^ht  ?  Tell  me 
honestly.  I  am  snre  you  know.  Did  my  husband 
say  anythini;  that  would  lielp  a  suH'cring  or  a  doubting 
soul  ?     Was  he  in  earn(!st  with  his  messnge?  ' 

*'  Siie  spoke  feverishly,  and  I  saw  that  the  matter 
was  one  of  serious  moment  to  her.  I  felt  it  impossible 
to  trifle  with  her.     I  was  broii^^ht  to  bay. 

" '  The  sermon  was  an  intellectual  treat  to  me,' 
1  replied  sim[)ly.  '  Hut  it  may  have  affeete !  others 
in  an  entirely  ditlerent  way.' 

"'It  would  not,  it  would  have  exactly  the  same 
effect.  I  don't  know  what  makes  me  speak  out  so 
frankly  to  you,  Dr.  Glen.  1  have  never  breathed 
this  anxiety,  which  is  eating  into  my  soul,  to  a  living 
creature.  But  oli  !  1  fear  mv  liusband  thinks  but 
little  of  the  message  he  has  to  de^ver,  of  its  solemn 
import  to  his  hearers.  He  is  carried  awav  by  ambi- 
tion,  and  by  the  adulation  of  people  who  go  to  hear 
him  because  they  admire  his  tine  sentences  and  his 
elot^uent  delivery,  and  it  is  killing  liis  soul.' 

''  I  looked  v.t  her  in  amazement,  marvelling  to 
hear  sucii  strong,  true  words  from  her  lips.  8he 
did  not  look  like  one  who  could  probe  so  deeply 
into  tlie  heart  of  tilings.  But  there  was  no  (Umbt 
she  ha '  the  kerntl  of  the  whole  matter  in  her  hands. 


•38 


EUZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


I  conld  not  for  the  moment  find  words  to  reply,  and 
presently  she  went  on  in  a  quieter,  calmer  voice  :  '  I 
do  not  tliink  someliow  that  I  shall  live  very  lonur, 
and  perhai)s  the  feeling  of  nearness  to  the  unseen 
gives  me  a  sharpness  of  vision  I  should  not  otherwise 
have  had.  Wallace  gave  me  that  sermon  to  read, 
and  1  told  him  what  I  thought,  but  he  did  not  seem 
to  understand,  and  he  thinks  it  is  presumptuous  of 
me  to  criticise.  But,  Miss  Glen,  it  is  not  criticism. 
It  is  because  I  feel  so  keenly  what  a  responsibility 
is  his.  He  does  not  realise  it  himself.  He  is  per- 
fectly satisfied.' 

*^  He  re-entered  the  room  at  the  moment,  and  I 
almost  immediately  left.  He  accompanied  me  to 
the  door,  and  there  was  the  same  impatience  visible 
in  his  manner  as  I  %gain  urged  the  absolute  necessity 
of  complete  rest  and  change  for  his  wife. 

"  It  was  quite  evident  that  something  was  out 
of  joint  in  the  household,  and  that  if  there  had 
ever  been  any  sympathy  or  understanding  between 
the  pair  it  had  not  been  maintained.  The  popular 
preacher,  to  whom  worldly  success  and  the  ajiplause 
of  the  multitude  had  come,  was  hardened  by  pros- 
l)erity.  The  adulation  and  the  praise  of  others  had 
made  him  dissatisfied,  critical,  harsh  to  those  of  his 


T  -fr  ■".  *3T'IP^' 


XOR^    FLEMING. 


I  y) 


out 
Iliad 
^een 
^ilar 
luse 
iros- 
Ihad 
his 


own  household.  His  pastoral  visitation  took  him 
into  the  homes  of  the  rich  and  leisured,  where 
he  was  made  much  of  and  flattered ;  its  eftect  was 
to  make  him  fastidious  over  trifles,  hard  to  please, 
dissatisfied  witli  his  own  plain  home,  where  liis  wife, 
struggling  with  failing  health  and  limited  means, 
did  the  best  she  could.  If  he  did  not  ahsolutely 
regret  the  marriage,  whicli  llad  been  the  idyll  )f 
his  student  days,  he  was  bitterly  disappointed  over 
its  issue,  and  too  selfish  to  hide  it.  All  that  I 
guessed,  and  my  estimate  of  the  situation  was  abso- 
lutely correct.  Do  you  think  I  have  presented  an 
impossible  picture,  dear?  It  is  the  naked  truth. 
The  soul  of  the  man  was  a  stunted  and  miserable 
thing,  against  wliich  his  wife's,  pure,  womanly,  un- 
selfish, shone  with  the  whiteness^  of  Heaven,  only, 
as  I  said,  his  eves  were  holden  so  that  he  couhl 
not  see.  Well,  this  condition  of  things  went  on  for 
some  time,  until  the  hot  weather  began  in  earnest. 
I  visited  Mrs.  Fleming  at  intervals,  sometimes  pro- 
fessionally, but  oftener  in  a  friendly  manner.  Tlie 
baby  improved,  but  she  did  not,  and  I  soon  foresaw 
the  end.  We  had  many  long  talks.  Do  you  remem- 
ber how  in  the  early  days  of  our  acquaintance  you 
used  to  quiz  me  a  little   abont    my  religious  views, 


I40 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,   M  H 


and  1  did  not  give  yon  mncli  satisfaction  ?  I  was 
not  very  sure  of  them  myself.  Medical  stndv  is  a 
crucial  tost  of  religious  faith,  1  think  ;  either  mal.es 
shipwreck  of  it  or  estahlislics  it  on  a  foundation  of 
rock.  Your  hns})and  will  tell  you  the  same  thing. 
Just  ask  him  th«'  result  of  liis  own  experience  and 
observation.  It  will  j)erliaps  astonish  you,  that  is 
if  you  haven't  talked  it  over  already.  Well,  I  was 
for  some  years  in  a  transition  stage.  Nora  Fleming 
helped  me  out,  and  set  my  feet,  please  God,  on  the 
Kock  for  ever." 

Here  Dr.  (ilen  paused  again,  and  I  saw  that  she 
was  moved  as  I  had  seldom  seen  her.  I  sat  very 
still,  waiting  for  her  to  go  on. 

"She  lived  through  the  summer  till  August,  and 
then  sli[)ped  away,  and  I  thought  that,  but  for  the 
child,  she  was  not  sorry.  Life  had  cheated  her  of 
the  highest  gifts.  She  had  grasped  only  a  shadow 
for  the  happiness  essential  to  the  very  being  of  such 
a  woman.  In  a  word,  marriage  had  been  for  her,  in 
its  inner  and  most  sacred  sense,  a  failure." 

"  Tell  me  about  it — the  end,  I  mean  ;  that  is,  if  you 


care 


?> 


"  I  do  care  ;  the  story  would  be  incomplete  without 
it ;  because  I  think  Nora  Fleming  accomplished  by 


NOR. 4    FLEMING. 


141 


lier  death  what  her  life  could  not  do.  Her  hnshand 
will  never  for<(et  her. 

"  Well,  it  went  on  as  I  said  all  the  summer,  she 
fadin<]j  early  like  a  flower  from  wiiose  roots  the  sap 
had  gone,  and  the  end  was  very  near  before  he  saw 
it.  I  will  give  tlie  man  liis  dne,  he  liad  many 
engrossing  interests.  The  rector,  being  very  frail, 
was  away  nearly  all  summer,  and  the  claims  on  Mr. 
Fleming's  time  were  undoubtedly  lieavy.  Tlie  proba- 
bility was  that  ere  long  the  living  would  be  va(;ant, 
and  of  course  it  was  a  natural  and  "not  blameworthv 
desire  on  his  part  to  make  it  impossible  for  the 
congregation  to  pass  him  over.  Therefore  lie  did 
his  utmost  to  make  himself  indis})ensable  to  the 
church,  and  he  succe(Mled. 

"  AVell,  at  last  the  end  came.  She  was  not  in 
bed ;  she  went  about,  j)Oor,  frail,  brave  creature,  to 
the  last.  About  three  o'clock  in  the  afternoon  I  had 
looked  in  to  see  her,  and  found  her  lying  on  the 
couch  in  the  sitting-room,  and  I  did  not  like  her 
look.  Her  smile  was  very  faint  and  feeble,  and  she 
could  do  no  more  than  press  my  hand  wlien  I  asked 
her  how  she  was.  I  went  out  of  the  room,  and 
inquired  of  the  servant  whether  the  minister  was  in 
the  house.     He  was  not,  having  gone  to  open  a  sale 


142 


FA JZ A  BETH  GLEN,   MAi. 


of  work  at  the  church.  He  came  in  shortly,  however. 
1  saw  him  pass  by  the  window,  and  went  out  to  the 
hall  to  meet  liini. 

"'Sir,*  I  Hai<l,  and  I  don't  know  how  my  voice 
Ronnded,  only  1  know  my  lieart  was  wrnnj^  with  pain, 
*  yonr  wife  is  dying.* 

"  He  stared  at  me  in  simple  incredulity,  and  replied 
hastily  : 

***0h,  nonsense,  perfect  nonsense;  she  was  all 
right  at  dinner-time.  It  is  only  the  heat;  it  is  very 
warm  to-day.* 

" '  She  is  dying,'  I  repeated.  '  It  will  be  all  over 
probably  before  sunset.' 

" '  She  can't  be,  I  tell  yon,'  he  said,  raising  his 
voice  excitedly.  'It's  all  nonsense.  Nora  dying! 
How  dare  you  say,  such  a  thing  ? ' 

" '  Come  and  see,'  I  said,  laying  my  hand  on  his 
arm.  ^  But  gently  ;  you  must  go  gently.  You  must 
not  trouble  too  much  the  passing  soul.' 

'*  I  saw  him  grow  white  and  haggard,  and  the 
great  pain  lines,  which  have  never  left  it  again, 
deejien  on  his  brow,  and  I  softened  to  him,  as  every 
woman  must  soften,  even  to  a  bad  man,  when  he  is 
in  an  extremity  of  anguish  ;  and  he  was  not  a  bad 
man — only  one  who  had  made  a  gigantic  mistake. 


wever. 
to  the 

voice 
1  pain, 

•eplied 

as   all 
s  very 

I  over 

\g  his 
lying ! 

•n  his 
must 


i  the 
igain, 
every 
he  is 
b  bad 
ake. 


"  H£   FELL   UPON    im   US.   JS   BV  HEF   SIDE. 


\p.  148. 


k( 


NORA   FLEMING. 


14.; 


\p.  143. 


"So  I  led  him  in.  And  directly  we  were  within 
the  door  he  saw  it  for  himself,  and  a  strange  cry 
rang  through  the  room — the  cry  of  a  strong  man  in 
bitter  agony,  made  intolerable  by  tlie  sting  of  a  great 
remorse.  He  fell  upon  his  knees  by  her  side,  and  I 
stepped  out  to  the  hall,  and  there  })ac('d  to  and  fro, 
nervously  waiting  till  I  should  be  summoned  ;  for 
summoned  I  knew  I  should  be  soon,  but  I  had  no 
business  with  them  in  that  supreme  and  awful  moment, 
when  the  heart  of  each  was  hiid  bare  to  the  other  in 
the  fierce  light  of  a  final  separation  on  earth.  It 
seemed  a  long  time,  and  at  last  I  tapped  lightly  at 
the  door  and  looked  in.  She  was  sitting  half  up  on 
the  couch,  but  leaning  against  him,  and  her  face, 
turned  towards  the  door,  was  radiant  with  the  sun- 
shine of  heavtm.  His  was  hidden,  but  1  saw  his 
broad  shoulders  heaving,  nor  was  the  hand  which 
supported  her  as  steady  as  its  wont. 

"  She  held  oiit  her  hand  to  me  with  a  lovely  smile, 
and  I  took  a  step  forward.  Then  he  looked  up,  and 
met  my  eyes  vdth  a  look  wliicli  cut  me  to  the  lieart. 

" '  Save  her,  Miss  Glen,  save  her  to  me,  for  God's 
sake,  for  the  salvation  of  my  soul  ! ' 

"  ^  I  cannot,'  I  said,  and  my  tears  fell.  I  could  not 
keep  them  back. 


»44 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   MB. 


i 


"  *  If  you  cannot,  then  pray  to  God  to  help  me.  I 
know  now  what  I  have  done.  When  slie  is  gone,  I 
shall  feel  that  I  have  murder  on  my  soul.' 

''  She  laid  her  hand  on  his  lips,  and  kept  it  there 
while  she  spoke. 

*'  Thoigh  I  am  gone,  I  shall  l)e  with  you,  Wallace. 
Heaven  is  not  far  away.  Nay,  it  is  about  us  every- 
where, and  the  spirits  of  the  redeemed  are  nearer 
than  we  think.  He  blames  himself  too  much,  Dr. 
Glen,  and  I  see  more  clearly  than  I  did.  I  think 
perhai)s  I  shall  help  more  when  I  am  gone  than  by 
his  side  ;  my  spirit  will  give  him  a  message  when 
he  needs  it  most.  God  will  grant  that  as  compensa- 
tion to  me  and  to  him  ;  so  will  his  ministry  be  blessed 
as  it  has  never  yet  been.' 

"  Perhaps  these  were  not  her  exact  words,  but  they 
convey  her  meaning  to  you.  She  spoke  with  extreme 
difficulty,  and  appeared  so  worn  out  that  I  asked  him 
to  rise  while  1  laid  her  back  upon  the  pillows.  I 
did  what  I  could  to  relieve  her,  and  went  away  ; 
corsjing  again  sorrowfully  in  the  evening,  not  knowing 
whether  1  should  find  her  in  life.  She  was  in  life, 
but  no  more,  and  just  after  midnight  she  died.  He 
did  not  appear  to  realise  that  the  end  had  come  ;  he 
seemed  like  a  man   mortally    stricken.      I   left   him 


ffORA  FLEMING. 


»45 


they 
treme 
Id  him 
I 

way  ; 

iwing 

[1  life, 

He 

;  he 

him 


sitting  on  the  conch  with  his  arms  folded  across  his 
chest,  the  picture  of  despair ;  and  remembering  the 
child,  I  took  her  from  her  cot  in  her  little  white 
nightgown,  and  laid  her  in  his  arpis.  She  awakened 
then,  and  her  little  cry  seemed  to  startle  him,  and  to 
arouse  in  him  a  strange,  sad  wonder. 

"  ^  You  must  be  father  and  mother  to  her  now,'  I 
said  very  gently,  and  when  I  saw  the  look  he  cast 
upon  her  I  knew  that  he  accepted  the  trust,  and  that 
hope  had  revived  in  the  man's  soul. 

'''  No,  he  has  never  married,  and  it  is  nine  years 
since  his  wife  died.^  He  will  never  marrv  ;  of  that  I 
feel  sure.  If  you  want  to  hear  the  gospel  mes&.age 
fitted  to  the  need  of  every  human  soul,  go  to  the 
church  in  Marl  wood  Road,  any  day  at  any  hour  ;  it 
will  never  fail  you.  It  is  a  centre  of  blessing,  the 
work  is  honoured  of  God,  and  many  souls  are  given 
him  for  his  hire.  But  the  crown  of  glory  is  hers  ; 
she  began  the  work  ;  and  when  I  go  there,  as  I  often 
do  when  I  want  a  little  new  courage  for  the  buttle, 
I  think  all  the  time  of  Nora  Fleming,  and  these  texts 
a^e  always  uppermost  in  my  mind  : 

"  '  She  being  dead  yet  speaketh ' ;  '  her  works  do 
follow  her.'" 


10 


VI. 


JOHN  BAN  SOME  S  LOVE  STORY. 

"  "T7"0U  must  have  come  across  many  interesting 
lo'  e  stories,  Elizabeth,  during  the  last  ten 
vears.  I  want  one  so  badlv  to-dav,  and  I  want  yon 
to  give  it  to  me  gracefully  and  spontaneously,  be- 
cause I'm  too  tired  to  try  and  conciliate  you." 

''  Well,  I  do  think  that  is  very  calm,"  said  Eliza- 
l)eth,  with  assumed  indignation,  "  seeing  I've  come 
of  my  own  accord  to  see  you  to-day,  and  seeing  this  is 
the  sixtli  story  you've  had.  Yet  you  basely  insinuate 
that  I  have  not  always  been  civil  over  it." 

"  Oh,  civil,  yes,"  I  replied,  smiling  in  lazy  enjoy- 
ment of  her  indignation.  "  But  I  have  often  bored 
you,  and  the  interests  of  tintli  compel  me  to  say  you 
seldom  took  pains  to  hide  the  fact  that  you  were 
bored.  Yon  see,  d»^ar,  1  was  wise  at  the  beginning. 
It  would  have  been  far  bettei-  had  you  just  given  me 

the  diarv,  and  allowed  me  to  inai\e  niv  own  selections." 

146 


JOHN  RANSOM E'S  LOl^E  STORY. 


M7 


resting 
ast  ten 
Lnt  you 
;ly,  be- 

Eliza- 

come 

this  is 

Isinnate 

enjoy- 
bored 
jay  you 
h  were 
inning, 
^en  me 
L'tiuns. 


"  I  think  a  good  deal  of  you,  and  I  think  you  are 
more  discreet  than  many  of  our  sex,  but  my  trust  is 
not  so  limitless  as  that,"  replied  Dr.  Glen.  "Oh,  I 
know  very  well  how  you  would  revel  in  that  journal 
if  you  could  get  it  into  your  hands,  but  nobody  sliall 
ever  see  that  while  I  am  alive,  and  I  think  I'll  de- 
stroy it  one  of  thr  -e  days  to  make  sure  nobody  will 
see  it  after  I'm  dead." 

"  Oh  no,  you  won't,  and  somebody  will  see  it ; 
you're  going  to  have  a  sort  of  Arabian  Nights  Enter- 
tainment by-and-by,  reading  it  out  of  an  evening  to 
your  husband." 

"  You  are  safe  this  time,  because  you  are  pretending 
to  be  an  invalid,  and  I  can't  shy  anything  at  you," 
said  Dr.  Glen,  rather  quietly.  ''  But  I'll  be  even 
with  you  yet." 

"Oh,  Elizabeth,  it  isn't  any  sort  of  pretence  !  It's 
rather  too  real  to  be  pleasant,  and  I  don't  enjoy  lying 
on  a  sofa,  in  which  attitude  I  am  painfully  conscic  us 
that  I  don't  e^en  look  as  interesting  as  the  weakest 
of  my  own  heroines.  I'm  the  sort  of  person  wlio  is 
seen  to  the  best  advantage  tearing  round  like  a  Wiiirl- 
wind.  Repose  doesn't  suit  me,  nor  invalid  ways,  so 
yon  ought  to  be  sympathetic,  and  not  disagreeable." 

"I'll  try,"  said  Dr.  Glen  meekly.     "To  hear  }uu 


148 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


Hpetik,  one  would  think  I  was  disagreeable  most  of 
the  time.  But  we'll  cease  mutual  recriminations,  and 
improve  the  time.  This  is  John  Ra,nsome's  Love 
Story.  Will  you  accept  my  title  ?  Nothing  else  will 
suit  it." 

"Yes.  I  hereby  agree  to  accept  anything,  and  to 
retract  all  my  former  disparaging  remarks,"  I  said, 
as  1  shook  up  my  cushions  and  brought  cut  my  note- 
book, '*  although  I  must  say  the  most  of  them  were 
true."  T  was  not  used  to  invalid  ways,  and  the  whole 
paraphernalia  of  sliawls  and  cushions  and  things 
worried  me.  There  was  not  a  soft*,  in  the  house  on 
which  I  could  establish  myself  comfortably  and  feel 
at  home.  Elizabeth  got  up,  and  in  three  minutes  I 
wondered  what  she  had  done,  for  I  began  to  think 
you  might  lie  on  your  back  in  the  daytime  with  some 
degree  of  comfort,  and  even  feel  a  kind  of  calm  satis- 
faction in  the  arrangement  of  cushions.  Elizabeth 
was  a  nurse  as  well  us  a  doctor.  Had  I  been  in 
a  better  mood,  I  would  certainly  have  called  her  a 
ministering  angel.  There  was  a  whimsical,  tender 
look  in  her  eves,  which  told  me  that  she  did  not  like 
to  see  me  there,  and  that  her  big  heart  was  brimming 
over  with  all  the  sympathy  I  t^onietimes  felt  I  so 
baillv  needed. 


JOHN  RANSOME'S  LOVE  STORY. 


149 


nost  of 
ns,  and 
s  Love 
ilse  will 

and  to 
I  said, 
ly  note- 
!m  were 
e  whole 
things 
lOUse  on 
and  feel 
inutes  I 
0  think 
h  some 
satis- 
lizabeth 
Ibecn    in 
id  her  a 
tender 
Inot  like 
imming 
it    I    80 


"  It's  good  for  yon,  dear,  to  feel  like  this  jnst  for 
once  in  yonr  life,  so  that  you  may  know  what  others 
have  to  bear,"  she  said,  qnite  soberly.  "  F  shall  never 
be  just  what  T  ought  as  doctor  or  nurse  till  I  have  had 
a  bad  illness  myself.  Well,  now  for  John  Ransome, 
one  of  my  heroes,  dear  ;  and  it's  as  pretty  a  story  as 
you  need  wish  to  hear." 

"  Tell  it,"  I  said  peremptorily,  and  she  began  at 
once. 

"  I  knew  the  Kan  somes  by  sight  for  a  good  while 
before  I  ever  spoke  to  them.  They  lived  only  a  few 
doors  from  me  in  Rayburn  Place,  and  I  sometimes 
saw  them  of  an  evening  at  church  in  Marlwood  Road, 
of  which  they  became  regular  attenders  after  Mrs. 
Fleming's  death.  I  always  thought  them  interesting, 
refined  people.  The  mother  was  a  widow,  a  pretty, 
faded  sort  of  person,  who  had  some  little  affectations, 
wliich  I  noticed  before  I  spoke  to  her  ;  there  were 
two  daughters,  ladylike  girls,  and  a  son,  whom  I 
rightly  imagined  to  be  the  prop  and  stay  of  the 
liousehold.  He  was  a  big,  fine-looking  fellow,  with  a 
boyish,  open  countenance,  which  was  a  true  index  to 
his  frank  and  manly  heart.  There  was  an  air  of 
cheerful  strength  about  him  which  inspired  me. 
He  passed  my  window  every  morning  when  I  was  at 


150 


El.lZAiSETU   GLES,    MB. 


breakfast,  and  I  got  to  look  for  liini,  and  even  to  have 
it  little  smile  ready  for  him,  thongli  of  course  he  never 
saw  it,  or  had  the  least  iden  that  I  was  looking  out. 
T  don't  snj)j)ose  he  even  noticed  that  my  house  was 
t) '^  ab*^  ^  of  the  woman  doctor.  I  decided  tliat  he 
wa>  ^  ■!!  *^hing  in  tlie  city,  on  account  of  his  regular 
hour..,  and  ^  he  did  not  look  like  the  ordinary  city 
man  ;  and  I  wove  all  sorts  of  little  romances  of  which 
he  was  the  hero.  But  the  real  romance  of  John 
RansoEie's  life  was  a  great  deal  prettier  than  any 
hatched  in  my  poor  unimaginative  little  brain.  One 
night  one  of  the  girls  came  for  me  in  a  great  hurry. 
She  had  not  waited  to  put  on  hat  or  cloak,  but  came 
in  breathless  and  bare-headed,  and  crying  helplessly  : 

"  '  Oh,  please  do  come  to  mamma,  Dr.  Glen.  She 
is  in  a  dreadful  state  ;  we  don't  know  what  to  do  with 
her.     She  won't  be  quiet.' 

"'What  do  you  mean,  my  dear?'  1  asked,  as  I 
hastily  threw  on  my  cloak. 

"  '  She  screams  out  so;  we  think  she  has  taken  a  fit.' 

"  Hysteria,'  I  said  to  myself,  in  no  way  surprised. 
I  had  sometimes  thought  of  Mrs.  Ransome  as  a  likely 
person  to  suffer  from  that  trying  complaint.  I  felt 
inclined  to  make  light  of  it ;  but  seeing  that  the  girl 
^as  genuinely  distressed,  I  held  my  peace,  and  fol- 


JOHN  R.  I. \ SOME'S  LOl'i:  STORY. 


'5' 


have 
never 
\f  out. 
le  was 
lat  he 
egnlar 
ry  city 
which 

John 

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hnrry. 

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She 

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1  a  fit.' 
rised. 
likelv 
I  felt 

girl 
Id  fol- 


lowed her  to  the  house.  I  ton i id  iier  in  the  usu.il 
state.  Yes,  hysteria  is  a  very  alarming  afHiction  to 
those  who  know  notliing  about  it,  and  any  uninitiated 
])erson  beholding  Mrs.  Hansome  lying  on  her  bed, 
screaming  at  tlie  pitch  of  her  voice,  raiglit  witli  reason 
have  concluded  that  she  was  fit  for  a  lunatic  asylum. 
You  know  that  hysteria  requires  v  t  drastic  treat- 
ment, and  I  therefore  deemed  it  wi  to  ask  the 
daughters  to  retire  wliile  I  did  ^  *y  utmost  to  calm 
the  excited  woman's  nerves.  She  talked  a  good  deal 
reproachfully  about  John,  wliom  >  iip])0sed  to  be  her 
son,  and  generally  behaved  like  a  suffering  martyr. 
In  time  I  got  her  quietened  down,  and  then  she 
became  sulky,  and  would  not  speak.  Then  1  went 
down  to  the  dining-room  to  her  daughters  to  give 
some  instructions.  Thev  were  both  there.  The 
younger  one,  who  had  come  for  me,  was  a  second 
edition  of  the  mother,  but  I  thought  her  preferable  to 
the  elder,  who  was  a  cold,  haughty,  sarcastic  person, 
with  an  extremely  repellent  maimer.  I  thought  her 
singularly  indifferent  to  her  mother's  condition, 
which,  though  by  no  means  serious,  was  yet  alarming 
enougli. 

"  ^  Well  ? '  she  said,  regarding  me  with  a  kind  of 
haughty  inquiry,  which  conveyed  to  me  her  impression 


■ 


tC^ 


i5i 


KUZAnETII  GLEN.   MH. 


that  a  lady  doctor  was  a  very  (piestionnble  person 
indeed.  '  Have  you  Ikjcu  able  to  do  anything  tor  my 
mother?' 

''  '  She  is  ninch  (quieter.  Would  you  tell  me,  if  you 
please,  what  caused  this  attack — T  mean  whether  she 
has  had  anything  special  to  agitnte  lier?' 

"  The  sisters  excliani^ed  glances,  then  the  younger 
one  spoke. 

"  *  You'd  ])etter  tell  lier,  Clara.  Doctors  always  do 
ask  questions,  I  believe.' 

"'My  mother  ha.'i  been  agitated.  Miss  Glen,' 
replied  Miss  Ransome  then,  in  her  most  guarded 
manner.  '  My  brother  lias  vexed  her  very  much  to- 
night.    Is  it  necessary  that  I  should  tell  you  how  ?' 

" '  Not  at  all,'  I  replied,  coldly.  '  Only  she  had 
better  not  see  him  again,  to-night  at  least.  One  of 
you  should  remain  with  her  ;  and  if  you  could  please 
send  round  to  my  house  in  about  half  ah  hour  I  shall 
have  a  soothing  draught  ready  for  her,' 

"  I  had  no  temptation  to  linger,  as  one  sometimes 
has,  to  have  a  little  chat  with  a  patient's  relatives  ; 
accordingly  I  took  my  departure,  and  1  could  not 
help  feeling  very  sympathetic  towards  the  erring 
John.  Certainly  I  could  not  but  think  that  life  with 
such  a  trio  must  be  more  or  less  of  a  trial  to  anv 


a 


J()H^'  HAN  SOME'S  LOIE   S/OHY. 


'53 


yon 

she 


imes 
ves  ; 

not 
rriug 
ivitli 

aiiv 


average  man.  They  had  not  exhibited  u  single  lovable 
or  attractive  trait,  and  as  I  went  home  I  poni'^red  on 
the  deceiti'nlness  ol'  jippearances,  uiui  luw  easy  it  is 
for  one  to  get  wrong  impressions  IVoin  mere  casual 
observation  and  speculation  regarding  one's  neighbours. 
Well,  I  went  back  to  my  surgery  and  prepared  Mrs. 
Ransome's  draught,  and  I  was  enjoying  my  post- 
prandial coffee  two  hours  later  than  usual  when 
somebody  called  for  tlie  nuMliirine  ;  not  the  maid,  as 
I  expected,  but  Mr.  John  Kansome,  wJio  sent  in  a 
message  that  he  wished  to  see  me.  When  I  entered 
the  consulting-room  I  thought  I  liked  the  look  of  him 
a  great  deal  better  than  I  had  liked  his  women-folk, 
and  I  bade  him  a  very  pleasant  good  evening  and  asked 
liim  to  sit  down.  He  looked  worried  ;  he  kept  tugging 
the  ends  of  his  moustache,  and  his  brows  were  knit  a 
little  ;  then  lie  kept  looking  at  me  very  intently  with 
u  |>Hir  of  keen  grey  eyes,  which  seemed  to  ini^uire 
how  far  I  might  be  trusted. 

"  '  I  hope,'  he  said  bluntly,  '  that  there  isn't  any- 
thing seriously  the  matter  with  my  mother?' 

"  '  Oh,  nothing,'  I  replied  cheerfully.  '  A  hysterical 
lit,  which  will  probably  be  over  by  to-morrow.  I 
suppose  she  is  subject  to  them  ? ' 

"  *  I  have  often  seen   lier  hysterical,  but  never  in 


'vt 


EUZAIlFTll  CL/uX,   M.B. 


such  u  I'oiidifioii.  I  coiifc^ss  it  aliirnicd  me  very  much. 
Docs  a  person  in  such  a  condition  absolutely  lose  all 
nervo  control  ?' 

"  '  All,'  1  answered  promptly.  '  I  have  seen  worse 
cases  than  Mrs.  Hjinsome's,  often.  She  made  a  great 
(leal  (►!'  nois(!,  but  was  less  obstinate  than  many. 
Il.ive  \{)\\   seen   her  ajirain?' 

"  *  No  ;  my  sisters  gji  ve  me  your  messnge,  and 
indeed  1  had  no  wisli  to  see  her  just  at  present. 
1  liave  got  myself  into  a  frightful  hole,  Miss  Glcn  ; 
and  1  must  occupy  myself  to-morrow  in  getting  out 
of  it  again.' 

"  His  serious  frnnlaiess  cliarmed  me  more  and 
more,  and  as  1  met  his  honest  eyes,  1  told  myself 
tiiat  it  might  be  a  hole,  but  tliat  there  couhl  be  no 
possible  doubt  that  it  was  an  honourable  hole. 
Dishonour  and  Jolm  Kansome  had  nothing  in  common. 

" '  1  hope  you  will  find  it  an  easy  matter,'  I  said 
kindly  ;  then  he  smiled,  and  the  last  atom  of  my 
lieart  went  ;  that  is,  I  registered  myself  on  his  side 
of  the  fight,  whatever  it  was. 

"  *  I  don't  expect  to  find  it  easy.  I  left  my  situation 
to-day  without  any  warning,  and  it  was  because  oi 
that,  and  because  I  refused  to  tell  my  mother  the 
cause,  that  she  became  so  fearfully  excited.' 


lOlIN  HASSOME'S   LOl'l.    slOliY. 


1 51; 


"  *  Dear  me/  I  saiil.  *  I  quite  thought  you  hud 
l)oen  guilty  of  some  very  serious  misdemeanonr.' 

" '  AVell,  it  may  be  serious  enough,  for  no  man 
knows  in  these  hard,  competitive  days  where  t<»  hiy 
liis  hand  on  a  sifiiatifju  :  and  of  course  mv  sahirv  is 
all  we  have  to  depend  on.  lint  as  1  said  to  my 
mother  and  tlie  girls,  the\  miglit  trust  to  tl»e  fact 
tliat  I  am  not  the  kind  of  man  to  he  numbered  long 
with  the  unemploye  .     I'll  get  something  to  do.* 

" '  1  should  think  so  ;  but  I  suppose  this  situation 
you  have  left,  I  am  sure  from  the  best  of  reasons, 
was  a  very  good  one  ?  ' 

"  He  took  a  deep  breath,  and  n.s  colour  rose. 

"  *  It  was,  in  some  res{)ects,  the  best  a  man  could 
have  had,  but  I  couldn't  stand  it  any  longer.  Jt  was 
impossible,  either  for  her  or   for  me,  that  it  could 


go  on. 


"  With  that  he  got  u]),  and  I  appeal  to  you  whetlier 
anything  could  be  more  tantalising.  I  saw  quite  v;ell 
that  the  last  words  had  droi)ped  unawares  from  his 
Jips,  and  his  face  wore  a  kind  of  far-off  expression 
wliich  let  me  know  he  had  forgotten  my  presence  ; 
and  I  was  seized  on  the  sjjot  with  the  most  insatiable 
desire  to  get  at  the  bottom  of  John  Uansome's  u>ve 
story  ;  of  course  I  scented  a  love  story  at  once,  und 


I; 


w 


156 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B, 


one  of  the  most  interesting  kind.  It  was  a  speech 
extremely  difficult  to  answer.  I  therefore  stood  in 
polite  silence,  waiting  for  him  to  say  something  else, 
or  to  go  away. 

"  'Well,  I  need  not  take  up  any  more  of  your  time, 
Miss  Glen,'  he  said  presently,  with  his  fine  winning 
smile.  'Perhaps  I  have  said  too  much,  but  when 
a  fellow  is  on  his  beam  ends  and  looks  into  a  sym- 
pathetic face  he  is  apt  at  times  to  forget  himself.' 

"  *  If  you  are  on  your  beam  ends,  you  won't  be  long 
there,  I  prophesy,'  I  said,  and  I  shook  hands  with 
him  and  went  out  to  the  door  with  him  myself.  And 
I  knew  he'd  come  back  to  see  me,  perhaps  next  day. 
He  did  not  i>ass  by  when  I  was  at  breakfast  next 
morning,  and  I  paid  Mrs.  Ran  some  the  first  visit  on 
my  list.  I  found  her  in  bed,  calm  and  resigned, 
wearing  that  particularly  aggravating  look  of  self- 
imposed  martyrdom  which  many  women  use  as  a 
shield  and  defence  against  the  ordinary  worries  of 
life.  She  was  a  remarkably  pretty  woman,  and  her 
mental  state  was  not  so  serious  but  that  she  had 
taken  care  to  make  the  most  of  her  surroundings. 
Her  dressing  jacket  was  heliotrope  adorned  with  soft 
lace,  and  her  cap  and  bows  of  the  same  coloured 
ribbon.     She  looked  at  me  expectantly,  and  just  with 


yO//..V  RANSOME'S  LOVE  STORY. 


157 


luiil 


ngs. 


the  proper  touch  of  mournfulness,  which  I  regret  to 
say  did  not  awaken  in  me  the  sympathy  it  ought. 
I  felt  that  she  was  a  humbug  ;  besides,  I  had  meutall} 
taken  the  enemy's  side,  though  I  had  net  the  remotest 
idea  what  it  was  all  about.  I  was  not  surprised  to 
hear  that  she  had  passed  a  sleepless  night,  but  1 
doubted  it.  Her  pulse  was  strong,  and  her  faco 
looked  fresh  and  rested  ;  in  fact,  she  was,  practically 
speaking,  out  of  my  hands. 

"  *  I  am  afraid  I  alarmed  you  very  much  last  night, 
Miss  Glen  ;  and  1  felt  glad  that  you  were  a  woman 
and  not  a  man.  Men  do  not  understand  the  suffering 
of  a  highly  strung  and  nervous  woman.  Have  any 
of  my  daughters  told  you  the  cause  of  my  distress  ? ' 

" '  No  ;  they  simply  said  you  had  been  agitated,' 
I  replied,  and  hesitated  whether  to  say  that  her  sou 
had  given  me  such  meagre  details  as  1  ])0sse8sed. 

"  Indeed  I  was.  Perha])s  you  do  not  know  that 
I  have  only  one  son — a  good  boy,  but  headstrong, 
very  headstrong.  He  has  occasioned  me  a  good  deal 
of  anxiety.  He  has  had  for  the  past  two  years  a 
splendid  situation  at  the  East  End,  manager  in  a 
large  printing  establishment,  Barratt  and  Co.  ;  you 
must  know  the  name.  Some  of  the  most  elegant 
works  that  are  published  come  from    iianatt's.     Old 


>58 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   MB. 


Mr.  Barratt  died  last  year,  and  there  is  practically  no 
head  to  the  firm.  My  John  was  head  and  shoulders 
and  everything  to  it,  and  now  he  has  thrown  it  up 
when  he  ought  to  have  been  made  a  partner.' 

"  *  But  how  could  he  be  made  a  partner  if  there  is 
nobody  to  share  with?'  I  inquired,  in  a  perplexed 
voice. 

"  '  Oh,  but  there  is  somebody  ;  that's  the  ridiculous 
])art  of  it  ;  there's  a  chit  of  a  girl,  Evelyn  Barratt, 
Mr.  Barratt's  daughter  and  sole  heiress.  She  hasn't 
long  come  from  school,  and  instead  of  stopping  at 
liome  at  Rickmans worth  with  her  chaperon  as  she 
ought — a  lovely  place  it  is  too,  tit  for  a  prince — she 
comes  poking  down  to  Mile  End,  and  makes  all  sorts 
f  trouble.  She  is  one  of  those  objectionable  persons 
with  ideas,  and  she  wants  to  upset  the  whole  thing. 
1  have  often  told  John  he  was  too  forbearing  with 
her,  but  at  the  same  time  I  never  thought  he'd  be 
such  a  fool  as  to  throw  up  the  situation.  He's  mad. 
Miss  Glen,  positively  mad  to  do  it.' 

"  '  1  am  sure  he  liad  the  best  of  reasons,'  I  said 
softly,  and  the  romance  took  definite  shape. 

'' '  .V^  reason  was  sufiicient  to  justify  such  a  step. 
\\'hy,  you  don't  know  what  he's  done  for  the  })hice  : 
he  Inxs  simply  made  Barratt's.     He's  both  an  artist 


o 


JOHN  RANSOME'S  LOVE  Sl'URY. 


159 


said 

step. 

Hace  : 

irtist 


and  a  mechanical  genius,  and  lie's  invented  new 
mac'liinery  that  has  saved  them  hundreds  of  pounds 
— saved  it  for  whom  ? — that  upsetting  Evelyn  l^airatt, 
who  treats  him  like  the  dirt  beneath  her  feet.  Every- 
thing that  comes  from  Barratt's  press  ))ears  tlie 
stamp  of  my  son's  genius,  and  to  tliink  he  shouhl 
have  thrown  it  all  up,  and  declined  to  tell  mi^  his 
reasons  ;  but  I've  written  to  Miss  Barratt  a  letter, 
which  I  flatter  myself  will  bring  her  to  her  senses.' 

"  I  thouglit  of  John  llansome's  face,  and  I  wondert^l 
how  it  would  look  set  in  anger.  I  also  tliought  that 
my  curiosity  might  be  satisfied  if  I  could  see  him 
when  he  was  told  for  the  first  time  of  the  stc})  his 
mother  had  taken.  8he  was  verv  communicative, 
but  when  her  elder  daughter,  still,  composed,  and 
])roud  as  usual,  came  into  the  room,  she  became  at 
once  reticent,  and  I  soon  afterwards  left,  with  a 
promise  to  pay  another  visit  in  the  evening.  The 
thought  of  John  Uansome  tramping  the  streets  in 
search  of  work  was  vvith  me  all  dav,  and  1  was  also 
pursued  by  a  most  insMtiabh'  (h'sire  to  behold  the 
cause  of  all  this  trouble.  Miss  Evelyn  Barratt,  of 
Barratt's  Best,  Kickmanswortli,  and  Bruton  Stnjet,  W. 

'•' J  liad  my  (l<'sire  gratified  riither  sooiiei-  than  I 
expected.     It  was  winter  time,  and  the  weather  was 


i6o 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


})itterly  cold.  In  response  to  Miir^atet's  solicitations, 
I  had  agreed  to  come  home  always  at  one  o'clock  fo 
a  bit  of  hot  lunch  ;  and  on  the  thin?  day  after  I  was 
called  to  Mrs.  Ran  some's,  I  came  home  as  usual,  to 
find  a  very  smart  carriage  at  my  door,  a  brougham 
drawn  by  a  lovely  pair  of  black  horses,  and  attended 
by  two  iirposing-looking  menials  in  the  most  orthodox 
and  immaculate  livery.  Visions  of  an  aristocratic 
patient  made  my  li'eart  beat  a  little  quickly  as, 
mindful  of  the  scrutiny  of  the  aforesaid  menials,  I 
walked  with  dignity  up  the  steps  to  the  door.  1  had 
just  newly  engaged  my  Buttons,  who  looked  so  very 
fresh  and  sm**,  ^  as  Jh;  let  me  in  that  I  felt  quite 
proud  of  my  establisliment,  which,  if  modest,  was 
perfect  of  its  kind.  A  lady.  Buttons  sfiid,  was  in  the 
drawing-room,  ^\v\  hen  I  entered  I  was  ccmfronted 
by  the  most  lo'vly  and  radiant  young  creature  I 
had  ever  seen.  She  had  on  a  velvet  carriage  manth', 
trimmed  with  sable,  which  represented  a  small  fortune  ; 
and  a  little  tO([ue  of  the  same,  with  some  cunning 
little  sable  tails,  made  the  most  bewitching  setting 
for  her  sweet  face.  And  it  was  a  sweet  face,  and  her 
manner  had  not  an  atom  ot  })retentiousness  in  it.  1 
felt  that  she  was  as  good  as  she  looked,  and  I  have 
never  changed  my  mind. 


JOHN  RANSOME'S  LOVE  STORY. 


I6i 


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I  have 


"^  Good  morning.  My  name  is  Barratt.  Rvelyn 
Barratt,'  she  said,  and  I  feel  sure  I  must  have  looked 
amazed.  '  I  came  to  see  yon  on  a  little  matter  of 
business.  Your  servant  said  yon  wonld  he  in  directly, 
or  1  should  not  have  [)resumed  to  come  in.  But  if 
it  is  your  luncli  hour,  or  anythinj^,  1  can  easily  come 
hack  another  time.  You  >♦•♦•  1  am  a  jx-rson  of  no 
occupation,  and  I  feel  a  great   rovcrence  for  you.' 

"  At  this  1  langl  c'd.  and  hc^.'inir  her  to  he  seated, 
said  I  was  entirely  at  her  disf^  -  And  \  tliought 
with  a  vast  pity  of  my  hero.  JoAui!)  R^nsome,  for 
there    did    indeed    appear   to    W   ^a  '    uulf  fixed 

between  him  a^id  tliis  radiant  v)^K>ti.  d  v<"t  for  a 

man  to  come  in  cohtu'  •  with  her  wtd  n(r  love  h*^ 
was  a  thing  impossible. 

"  '  I  want  you  to  do  sometliing  for  me,  to  ei;  .;age 
your  services,  that  is,  if  you  are  willing:  and  can  sjiare 
the  time,'  she  began,  in  a  quick,  ner  )us,  earnest  way. 
'  1  happen  to  be  connected  with  an  establishment  in 
which  there  is  a  very  large  number  of  young  women 
employed.  1  take  the  dee{)est  ii  lerest  in  these  young 
women,  and  I  am  trying  to  do  everything  in  my 
power  to  make  the  conditions  of  their  hard  life  more 
comfoi'table.  I  want  to  organise  a  sick  benefit  club, 
and  do  yon  think  you  conhl  spare  t^y  tiiu*  to  ii^iv--  it 

ii 


x62 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


medical  atto.idance  ?  I  don't  mind  what  1  pay,  but 
I  do  wish  them  to  liave  a  woman  doctor,  and  I  know 
how  clever  you  are.  1  luve  heard  of  you  from  my 
friend  Mrs.  Ca})el,  of  C'apel  Court,  whose  town  house 
is  next  door  to  mine  in  Braton  Street.' 

"  '  Oh,  indeed  ;  that  is  extraordinary,'  I  said,  and 
mdeed  I  thought  it  was.  '  If  you  will  give  me  a 
little  more  information  about  the  time  and  attention 
which  would  be  required,  Miss  Barratt,  I  can  give 
you  an  answer  at  once.' 

'*  I  had  made  up  my  mind  on  the  spot  to  accept 
it,  at  whatever  inconvenience,  and  I  own  frankly,  as 
I  did  to  her  long  after,  that  I  had  the  basest  designs 
on  my  innocent  idient.  She  forthwith  launthed  into 
a  minute  account  of  her  scheme,  and  as  I  listened, 
carried  away  by  her  enthusiasm,  I  felt  that  she  was 
one  of  the  right  sort,  who  do  much  to  keep  the  world 
from  despair.  Of  course  I  promised  everything  she 
asked,  and  we  waxed  very  IViendly  and  confidential 
over  the  matter,  and  she  seemed  quite  reluctant  to  go 
away, 

'*  *  I  quite  envy  you  your  profession,  your  aim  in 
life,  Miss  Glen,'  she  said,  ps  she  rose  to  go.  *  It  is 
dreadful  to  be  rich  and  useless.  They  tell  me  1  shall 
never  be  able  to  spend  my  income,  ho  i  must  try  to 


,',  but 

know 

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house 

I,  and 

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world 

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at  is 

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try  to 


lOIIN  RANSOME'S  LOVE  STORY. 


163 


get  others  to  help  me  ;  but  what  a  lot  of  worries  one 
has,  finding  the  right  way.' 

"  The  radiance  left  lier  face,  and  a  great  wistfnlnesa 
took  its  place,  the  sort  of  look  seen  on  a  face  like 
that  which  makes  a  man  forget  everything  but  his 
desire  to  try  and  banish  it  for  ever.  1  thought  of 
John  Ransorae  more  and  more  ;  and  n,t  last  I  mado 
a  bold  plunge. 

" '  I  am  attending  a  family  to  whom  your  name 
is  known.  Miss  Barratt,'  I  said.  'The  Ransomes,  who 
live  in  this  street.' 

"  I  saw  that  1  liad  made  a  mistnke.  Her  face 
flushed  painfully,  her  eyes  filled  with  tears,  and 
bidding  me  a  brief  and,  as  1  thought,  extremely  curt 
good  afternoon,  she  took  her  hurried  departure,  leaving 
me  vexed  with  myself. 

"'A  lesson  to  j^n,  EHzabeth,'  I  said  to  myself, 
as  1  watched  the  perfect  equipage  drive  away.  '  A 
lesson  to  you  to  abstain  in  future  from  uncalled-for 
meddling  in  other  pe(>i)le's  concerns.' 

'*  1  thought  I  had  mortally  often (h^d  Miss  Barratt, 
as  I  did  not  see  her  again  nor  receive  any  com- 
munication from  her  for  more  than  a  week.  During 
this  interval  I  continued  in  attendance  oc  Mrs. 
Kansome,  because  she  insisted  upon  it ;  and  though  1 


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ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


could  really  do  nothing  for  lier,  I  could  not  refnse 
to  visit  her.  She  obstinately  persisted  in  remaining 
in  her  own  room,  and,  in  order  to  show  her  son  how 
entirely  she  disa]>proved  of  his  action,  declined  to  see 
him  on  any  pretext  wliatever.  An  aggravating  case, 
yon  think  ?  Oh,  very  ;  but  there  are  many  similar. 
It's  a  way  some  women  luive  ;  when  tilings  don't  go 
jusc  as  they  please,  they  go  to  bed  out  of  sheer  spite. 
Tlie  only  thing  that  brings  them  downstairs  again, 
my  dear,  is  the  droi)ping  of  a  hint  that  their  room 
is  better  than  their  company.  I  have  never  yet 
known  such  a  hint  fail  in  its  effect,  when  indisposition 
was  the  result  of  bad  temi)er.  They  get  up  for  the 
same  reason  that  they  lie  down,  because  they  think 
it  will  annoy  somebody,  or  pay  them  out.  I  did  not 
take  any  more  kindly  to  the  Ran  some  women  on 
closer  acquaintance.  I  felt  quite  ashamed  of  them  ; 
and  to  think  that  these  two  strong  and  capable  girls 
should  be  content  to  depend  on  their  brother,  and  to 
give  him  sour  looks  when  adverse  circumstances 
overtook  him,  was  almost  more  than  I  could  bear  in 
silence.  But  1  was  growing  wiser.  I  had  so  often 
been  wholesomely  snubbed  for  volunteering  a  candid 
opinion  that  I  went  about  putting  a  continual  curb  on 
myself.     Now  I  see  and  hear  everything  like  a  stoic, 


JUII.\    1<A.\60ME'S   LoyE  STi)RY. 


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and  never  give  my  ad /ice  or  pass  a  remark  unless 
it  is  asked  or  desired.  I  was  still  smarting  from  the 
snub  administered  to  me  by  Miss  Barratt,  and  1 
never  mentioned  to  Mrs.  Uansome  that  she  bad 
called,  though  slie  talked  of  her  every  day.  She  told 
me  she  had  written  and  sent  the  threati'ued  letter 
to  Bruton  Street,  but  tliat  it  had  elicited  no  reply. 
That  week  1  saw  a  good  deal  of  John  Uansome. 
He  came  every  niglit  to  inquire  how  his  mother  was 
getting  on — the  feeblest  pretext,  of  eonrse,  because 
I  told  him  the  tirst  day  that  there  was  notliing  the 
matter  with  her.  But  he  seemed  to  like  coming,  and 
we  became  very  friendly,  chatting  over  every  conceiv- 
able subject.  It  was  about  the  end  of  the  week,  I 
think,  before  he  referred  to  the  event  which  had 
caused  our  acquaintance.  He  was  very  downcast 
when  he  came  in,  and  I  knew  he  had  had  another 
bitter  day  of  disappointment, 

"  *  ril  have  to  do  it,  I  fear,  Miss  Glen  ;  but  it  goes 
against  the  grain.' 

"'What?'  I  asked,  looking  as  syxupathetic as  Icould. 

"  '  Apply  to  my  old   employer  for   a  testimonial  ; 
it's  no  use  hunting  for  another  place  without.' 

•' '  And  why  shouldn't  you  apply  for  a  testimonial  ? 
Even   suppose   you    quarrelled    ever   so    badly,   that 


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ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.li. 


(ioesn't   affect   past  services.     Snrcly  he  would  be   a 
verv  uniiist  man  to  refuse;  vou  a  testimonial.' 

"  His  lace  flushed  a  little. 

" '  It  isn't  a  man  at  all  :  it's  a  womau — a  mere 
girl ;  that's  wiiere  it  stings  ;  and  she's  as  innocent 
of  business  as  a  baby.  1  ought  to  have  remembered 
that,  of  course  ;  but  she  was  so  entirely  unreasonable, 
1  forgot  myself.  It's  a  misfortune  to  be  born  with  a 
hot  teni]>er,  Miss  Glen.' 

*'*I've  got  one  myself,  and  it  has  its  advantages 
sometimes,'  I  said  cheerfully.  '  I  daresay  this  arbi- 
trary young  lady  wishes  she  had  been  less  arbitrary 
by  this  time.' 

" '  I  believe  she  does,  just  as  T  wish  I  liad  been 
more  forbearing.  But  you  see  she  was  demoralising 
the  whole  establisliment  with  her  ([uixotic  ideas,  being 
taken  advantage  of  riglit  and  left.  1  couldn't  stand 
that,  80  I  put  my  foot  down  ;  then  the  tem})ers  flew 
up,  of  course,  and  we  are  pretty  equally  matched.' 

"I  could  not  forbear  a  little  smile  as  I  saw  the 
tenderness  leap  in  his  eyes  ;  his  secret  lay  open  to 
any  wlio  were  quick  enough  to  read.  The  keenest 
sting  of  all  was  that  he  was  parted  in  anger  from 
the  woman  he  so  faithfully,  though  hopelessly,  loved. 
It  was  just  on  the  tip  of  my  tongue  to  tell  him  Miss 


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lOT. 


Barratt  had  been  to  raj'  house,  and  for  wluit  pnr'pose, 
when  there  came  a  tremendous  rin<j  at  the  door- 
bell. Immediately  Jolin  Ransome  got  nj)  to  leave. 
I  wnlkecl  with  him  to  the  consnltin«(-room  door, 
and  when  we  lixdved  out  into  the  hall  what  did  we 
behold  ?  Kvelyn  liarratt  in  an  evening  gown  of 
wliite  satin  and  an  ex<inisite  (Timson  cloak  trimmed 
with  white  feathers,  just  far  enough  open  at  the  neck 
to  reveal  its  lovely  contour. 

'"Good  evening,  Dr.  Glen,' she  cried  gaily.  *  Fm 
going  to  a  party,  but  I  wanted  to  see  you  just  for  a 
moment.     Prav  excuse  me — oh * 

« 

'*  *  The  '  oh  '  was  caused  by  her  recognition  of  Jolm 
Ransome  ;  but  he  only  bowed  stiffly,  and  walked  out 
of  the  house  with  as  much  iiaste  as  was  compatible 
with  dignity.  1  saw  that  Miss  Barratt's  cheeks 
rivalled  her  cloak,  and  that  her  eyes  had  a  very 
bright,  rebellious  look.  But  1  gave  her  a  perfectly 
matter-of-fact  greeting,  and  asked  her  to  come  in, 
which  she  did,  and  1  saw  that  sh(»  was  nuiti;  upset. 

"  'I've  had  a  bad  cold,  and  not  been  able  U)  go  out. 
Yesterday  1  went  to  Mile  End  for  the  first  time, 
and  the  girls  are  enthusiastic  about  the  sick  club. 
They''/e  all  joined.  Dr.  Glen,  have  you  known  John 
Uansome  long  ? ' 


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ELIZA liF.TH  GLE.y.  Mil 


" '  No,  only  ten  days.  I  was  called  to  see  his 
mother  week  before  last,  so  our  acquaintance  is  purely 
professional.' 

'^'Wliatdo  von  tliink  of  him?' 

"*I  admire  him  very  much;  I  think  him  a  true 
maVy  which  is  more  than  one  can  say  for  all  his  sex  ; 
and  I'm  very  sorry  for  him  too.' 

a  i  Why  ? ' 

"  *  Because  he's  out  of  work  for  one  thing,  and 
can't  get  anything  to  do  ;  uud  because  he's  got  three 
horrid  women  at  home,  a  mother  and  two  sisters, 
who  nag,  the  life  out  of  him  ;  and  I  think  he's  a  very 
badly  used  person  all  round.' 

"  I  was  forced  to  say  it,  even  if  it  cut  the  connec- 
tion between  me  and  Miss  Barratt  for  ever.  I  saw 
the  sweet  colour  pnle  out  of  the  girl's  lovely,  earnest 
face,  and  I  knew  that  I  had  wounded  her  to  the  heart. 

"  *  He  should  not  be  so  proud  and  unreasonable, 
then,'  she  said,  just  a  little  stiffly,  though  her  eyes, 
moist  and  tender,  belied  her  words.  Then  she  began 
to  talk  with  great  rapidity  of  her  benefit  and  sick 
club,  and  never  recurred  once  to  the  subject  of  John 
Ransome.  But  I  saw  her  depart  to  the  party,  feeling 
very  sure  that  her  enjoyment  of  it  was  spoiled,  and 
somehow  1  didn't  care.     Next  night,  a  little  earlier 


JOHN   h'.lNSOME*S   LOl^E  S/ORY. 


169 


jyes, 


than  usual,  John  Uansomc  carae,  and  the  first  thin^f 
he  told  me  was  that  he  had  written  to  Miss  Barratt 
for  a  testimonial,  and  had  also  expressed  his  regret 
that  he  had  parted  from  lier  in  such  liaste  and  anger. 
We  were  just  talking  of  it,  when  Buttons  brought 
me  a  message,  which  he  delivered  fortunately  in  a 
low  voice.  I  asked  Mr.  Uansome  to  excuse  me  a 
moment,  and  went  to  the  drawing-room,  wliere  I 
found  Miss  Barratt,  and  she  had  her  ex-manager's 
letter  in  her  hand. 

'*  *  It's  an  odd  thing,  Miss  Glen,  that  I  should 
trouble  you  with  my  affairs,  but  after  what  you  said 
last  night  I  felt  I  should  like  to  show  you  this,  and 
to  own  that  1  believe  I  did  not  treat  Mr.  Ransome 
very  well  after  all.  Fancy  liow  humiliating  for  him 
to  have  to  ask  a  testimonial  from  me  J' 

"  I  read  the  letter,  since  she  desired  me  to  do  so, 
and  because  I  knew  the  man  who  wrote  it  would  be 
pleased  for  me  to  read  it ;  then  I  handed  it  bacrk  to 
her  with  a  very  straight,  keen  loo\'. 

" '  Mr.  Ransome  happens  to  be  in  my  consulting- 
room  again  to-night,'  1  said  quietly.  '  Perhaps  you 
should  see  him.     Let  me  send  him  here.' 

"  She  hesitated,  and  her  face  flushed  softly  again. 

"  *  It  is  a  good  opportunity  for  me  to  apologise,'  she 


* 


(?o 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   MB. 


said  naively;  'and  if  I  wait  till  to-morrow  I  may  liarden 
iij)  again,  and  write  him  a  horrid  letter.  I  am  that 
kind  of  person,  Miss  Glen.  Yes,  pniy  let  him  come.' 
"I  darted  luiek  to  the  consnltiiig-room  and  told 
him  to  go  in.  He  leaped  to  his  feet,  and  I  saw  a 
very  cnrions  look  on  his  face. 

"  *  I'll  go,  bnt  I'm  sure  it  isn't  wise.  I'll  make  a 
fool  of  myself.  How  is  uny  man  to  help  making  a 
fool  of  himself  before  her?     But  I'll  go.' 

"I  shook  hands  with  him  on  the  8i)ot,  and  my 
eyes  said  what  my  lips  dared  not.  Absurd,  wasn't 
it?  Yes,  liighly  so,  I  know  ;  and  I,  plain  Elizabetii 
Glen,  paced  that  consulting-room  for  one  mortal  hour 
like  a  lion  in  his  den.  Fortunately  for  tliemselves, 
no  patients  came  that  night.  At  last  I  could  bear  it 
no  longer,  and  went  to  the  drawing-room  door.  They 
appeared  to  be  very  silent,  for  I  could  not  hear  a 
single  sound.  My  little  knock,  however,  brought 
John  Ransome  to  the  door,  and  when  1  saw  his  face 
I  knew  that  it  had  been  an  eventful  hour  for  him. 

"  *  Please,  it  is  nine  o'clock,'  I  said  humbly ;  *  would 

you  say  to  Miss  Barratt  that  her  coachman  has  just  sent 

in  a  message  that  the  horses  are  getting  very  chilled?' 

"  He  opened  the  door  wide  and  motioned  me  in. 

Then   I  looked  from  one   to  the  other  inquiringly, 


yo//,v  /f.tNSOME'S  LOl^E  STORY. 


171 


«rould 
t  sent 
led?' 

He  in. 


wondering  which  would  enlighten  me  as  to  the  result 
of  this  j)rolonged  interview.  She  spoke  first  ;  she 
was  looking  lovely — with  that  peculiar  loveliness 
which  is  never  more  cons])icuous  than  when  a  girl's 
heart  first  owns  its  deej)  interest  in  a  lover.  I  saw 
that  there  liad  been  a  talk  of  love  between  them,  but 
that  it  was  bv  no  means  satisfactorv. 

"*Mr.  Hansome  will  perhaps  come  back  to  Mile 
End,  Dr.  Glen,'  slie  said.  '  I  liave  told  him  how  he 
is  missed,  how  badly  they  want  an  organising  liand, 
and  how  impossible  it  is  for  anybody  to  use  the 
machines  he  has  made  except  himself.  And  I  have 
apologised,  as  I  said  I  would,  for  my  unreasonableness  ; 
and  now  I  do  not  think  he  is  treating  me  very  well.' 

"John  regarded  her  steadily,  and  his  eyes  were 
aglow  with  the  lionest  passion  of  his  soul.  She 
saw  it  too,  and  I  knew  it  made  her  glad,  but  a  little 
tremulous  too.  He  answered  then  to  me  exactlv  as  if 
I  were  the  judge  called  in  to  arbitrate  upon  their  case. 

"  *  And  I  liave  told  her  that  it  will  not  be  wise  for 
me  to  return  ;  she  knows  well  why.  You  must  know 
also,  Dr.  Glen,  because  you  are  a  woman  yourself." 

"  Both  waited  for  me  to  speak.  Now  wasn't  that 
a  .pretty  corner  for  a  respectable  practitioner  to  be 
put    into  by   two  people   almost   strangers   to  her? 


1 .) 


•1 


17a 


F.I   ZA BETH   C.LEN,    MM. 


Th«y  said  afterwanls,  wheu  I  tried  to  show  them 
the  enormity  of  their  conduct,  that  I  was  quite 
equal  to  the  occanion,  and  that  they  believed  i 
rather  enjoyed  it.  1  took  the  bull  by  the  horns  at 
once.     It  was  the  only  wuv. 

*'  *  It  has  resolved  its«'lt'  into  a  love  affair,'  I  said 
frankly,  'and  there  is  no  middle  course  in  that.  It 
must  be  ave  or  no.' 

" '  That's  what  I  say,'  Miss  Barratt  remarked, 
with  the  most  wliimsical,  lovely  smile,  *  only  he  is 
as  unreasonable  as  he  was  Ix^t'ore.' 

"'Dr.  Glen,  I  am  in  e  strait,'  he  cried  then. 

*  Think  of  the  difference  in  our  j)ositions.  Her 
carriage  is  at  the  door.  I  have  not  a  penny  I  can 
call  my  own — not  even  a  calling  to  my  name.  I  am 
nobody.  Could  1  take  such  stupendous  advantage  ? 
]^\Qn  love — and  God  knows  that  is  genuine  enough 
— could  scarcely  bridge  such  a  stupendous  gulf.* 

"'Love  can  bridge  anything,'  1  said,  with  the  bold 
assumption  of  ignorance.  '  I'll  tell  your  coachman 
he  can  go  home.  Miss  Barratt,  and  perhaps  you  will 
join  me  at  coffee  in  half  an  hour.' 

"Then  I  left  them,  and  sent  the  astonished  and 
rather  indignant  Perkins  back  to  Brnton  Street,  with  a 
skilfully  concocted  message  for  Miss  Barratt's  chaperon. 


JOU.\   RANSOM E'S  LOVE  STORY. 


173 


said 
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1  bold 


and 


**  Yes,  they  got  married,  but  tliere  was  a  good  deal 
of  friction  at  first  with  Mi«8  Barratt's  trustees  and 
sundry  dissatisfied  relatives.  No  great  match  for 
her — well,  perhaps  not,  for  she  was  very  rich — but 
I  put  it  to  you,  was  she  not  better  with  honest  John 
Ransome,  who  adored  her,  and  who,  besides  being 
a  genuine  manly  fellow,  was  a  genius,  of  whom  she 
has  lived  to  be  proud,  than  with  somebody  with 
greater  pretensions  and  less  real  worth  ? 

"  They  live  the  best  part  of  the  year  at  Rickmans- 
worth,  but  they're  in  town  now.  I  have  to  dine  at 
Bruton  Street  to-morrow  night  ;  that's  why  I  couldn't 
come  to  you." 

*'  And  what  about  the  mother  and  sisters  ? "  I 
inquired  with  interest. 

"  Oh,  they  were  delighted,  of  course.  They  still 
live  here  in  Rayburn  Place,  and  are  very  proud  of 
John's  wife  and  the  son  and  heir  ;  but  young  Mrs. 
Ransome,  though  very  kind  to  them,  rather  holds 
aloof;  she  does  not  understand  tliem.  Well,  do  you 
like  John  Ransome's  Love  Story  ?  " 

"  Very  much,"  I  replied  heartily.  "  There  is  only 
one  other  love  story,  I  think,  which  might  equal  it, 
and  that  is  Dr.  Glen's.'* 


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T  HAD  a  good  many  patients  ont  of  the  Marlwooci 
Road  Church,"  said  Dr.  Glen.  "  And  I  was 
interested  in  a  good  many  people  who  were  not 
my  patients.  Among  them  was  a  very  pretty  girl 
who  sang  in  the  choir,  and  who  had  about  her  some- 
thing so  winsome  and  bright,  that  I  felt  very  friendly 
towards  her  quite  a  long  time  before  I  knew  her,  or 
had  even  heard  her  name.  One  dav  I  was  summoned 
to  see  a  now  patient  in  one  of  the  handsomest  houses 
in  Marlwood  Road,  and  when  1  had  waited  a  few 
minutes  in  a  particularly  elegant  drawing-room,  who 
should  come  to  me  but  the  sweet-faced  girl  who  had 
the  finest  contralto  voice  in  the  church  clioir. 

"  Our  recognition  seemed  mutual,  and  she  gave  a 
pleasant  little  nod  as  she  cordially  shook  hands. 

"  *  Good  morning,  Dr.  Glen  ;  it  is  granny  you  are 
to  see.     She  has  been  ijuite  low  for  some  days,  but 

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would  not  hoar  of  a  doittor  till  lust  iii^^'lit,  when  Mr. 
Fleming  persiuuhMl  ht*r  to  stMul  for  yon.' 

**  *  Mrs.  Carlyon  is  (piitc  an  old  lady,  I  suppose  ? ' 
I  replied.  *  I  know  you  very  well  by  si^ht.  Is 
Carlyon  your  naiiu!  ?  ' 

"  No,  mine  is  (iennaine— Lucy  Gernmine.  Granny 
is  my  mother's  mother  ;  but  I  am  an  orphan.  I 
thought  1  liad  better  come  and  talk  to  you  a  little 
first  to  prepare  you  for  granny.  She's  a  dear  old  lady, 
bat  has  whims,  a  goc  i  many  of  them,  and  is  some- 
times a  little  trying  to  those  who  don't  know  her,' 

"She  spoke  very  prettily,  and  as  1  looked  at  her 
I  admired  her  more  and  more.  She  was  a  slim, 
girlish  thing,  very  dainty  in  lier  dress,  and  very 
winsome  altogether.  I  thought  granny  very  well  off 
indeed  to  have  such  a  nurse  and  companion. 

*'*And  granny  doesn't  believe  in  doctors  at  all,' 
said  she,  with  a  little  twinkle  in  her  eye,  which 
showed  that  she  could  enjoy  a  little  joke.  '  So  if  she 
is  very  rude  to  you  just  set  it  down  to  her  prejudice 
against  your  profession.  She  is  really  very  good  and 
kind  at  heart.'  She  gave  a  little  sigh,  however,  as 
she  said  this,  which  let  me  know  that  there  was  a 
little  sore  bit  somewhere,  and  it  was  not  very  long 
till  I  found  it  out 


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176 


EUZAliETII  GLEN,  M.B. 


"'Tm  not  at  all  afmi<l  of  tbriiiidable  old  ladies, 
Miss  Lucy,'  I  said  confidontly  ;  *  I  ironerally  manage 
to  get  my  own  way  by  letting  them  think  they  are 
getting  theirs.  This  plan  in  very  efficm-ions  with 
old  gentloraen,  too.  and  I've  had  a  good  deal  of 
exporionce  with  them.' 

"  She  gave  a  little  langh. 

" '  Everybody  loves  you  as  well  as  admires  yon  for 
your  skill,!  she  said  frankly.  ^  I  have  always  wanted 
to  know  yon,  and  Mr.  Fleming  so  often  speaks  of  you. 
He  says  he  could  not  bring  up  that  baby  without  you.' 

"  I  perceived  that  Mr.  Fleming  was  a  privileged 
and  familiar  friend  in  the  house;  and  I  remarked, 
as  1  followed  Lucy  Germain e  from  the  room,  that 
Mrs.  Carlycm's  [)rejndice  against  my  profession  did 
Dot  extend  to  the  calling  ministerial.  We  ascended 
the  wide,  handsome  staircase,  and  I  foimd  my  patient 
in  a  large  and  luxurious  dressing-room,  where  she 
lay  on  a  couch,  wearing  a  dressing-gown  <Mnd  having 
a  fine,  soft,  white  shawl  round  her  head  and  shoulders. 
She  was  without  exception  the  ti nest-looking  old  lady 
1  have  ever  seen,  and  I  was  «{uite  transfixed  with 
admiration.  But  it  was  a  very  haughty  and  stern 
old  face,  and  the  keen  black  eyes  had  not  much 
softness  iu  their  depths.     Hc»*  features    were  almost 


LUCY  i  ERStAlNE*S   M.iRRI.iGE. 


177 


ilders. 

1  lady 

with 

stern 

mnch 

linost 


perfect,  arul  her  figure,  when  I  ufttTWunls  saw  her 
wnik  across  the  floor,  iiiul  losf  none  of  its  voiitlifnl 
erectness  and  jijrace.  She  surveyed  me  very  critituilly 
afl  she  answered  my  sjilutafion,  and  then  bade  lier 
granddaughter  leave  us  alone. 

***Soyonare  the  hidv-doctor  wlio  has  U'come  the 
fashion  in  Marlwood  I{ou(l  Church?*  she  said  brusquely. 

*  Well,  I  must  say,  you  look  a  capuhle,  seli'-reliant  siirt 
of  person.     Well,  what  is  the  mutter  with  me?' 

"'That  I  shall  Hud  out  presently,  Mrs.  ( *arylon,' I 
replied  cheerfully,  for  1  saw  I  had  a  person  of  strong 
character  to  deal  with,  an  exj)erience  1  always  enjoyed. 

*  Now  please  to  answer  me  a  few  questions.' 

'*  *  Humph  !  I  thought  a  woman  of  your  pretensions 
and  abilities  couhl  diagnose  without  the  usual  quiz- 
zing,' she  said  grimly.  *  1  see  you're  just  a  humbug 
like  all  the  rest.' 

'*  *  This  did  not  disconcert  me,  and  after  a  little 
skilful  manipulation,  1  managed  to  get  from  the  (dd 
lady  the  necessary  information.  There  was  nut  much 
wrong,  only  a  feverish  cold,  which  woidd  keep  her 
in  her  room  for  some  days.  1  did  not  seek  to  prolong 
my  visit,  and  when  I  had  told  her  1  should  send 
her  medicme  in  the  evening,  I  put  on  my  gloves, 
prepared  to  go. 

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178 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


" '  No,  you  don't  waste  iniich  time,'  she  said,  etill 
in  tho  same  grim  way  ;  but  something  told  me  sho 
was  not  displeased  with  me.  *  Couldn't  yon  sit  down 
now,  and  talk  to  an  old  woman  for  five  minutes  ?' 

"  '  I  could,  but  I  have  still  seven  visits  on  my  list, 
Mrs.  Carlyon.  And  besides,  a  doctor  should  never 
degenerate  into  a  bore.' 

"  We  both  lauglied  at  this,  and  at  the  same  time 
I  sat  down.  I  had  just  got  a  pair  of  new  gloves, 
which  fitted  particularly  well,  and  as  I  stretched  my 
hand  out  to  put  in  the  buttons,  I  surveyed  the  well- 
glov(;d  liand  with  satisfaction. 

"  *  You  are  as  vain  as  a  peacock,  I  believe,'  said 
my  old  lady.  '  But  you're  right,  quite  right ;  every 
woman  is,  to  make  the  best  of  her  appearance. 
Yes,  you're  the  fashion  in  the  church  at  present.  Mr. 
Fleming  thinks  you  are  a  noni)areil ;  and  I  wonder 
lie  hasn't  fallen  in  love  with  you.  Do  many  of  your 
patients  do  that  ?  ' 

"*Ihave  never  had  one  afifected  that  way,'  I  replied. 
*  Mr.  Fleming  is  simply  grateful,  because  1  take  an  in- 
terest in  his  little  Nora,  for  her  sweet  mother's  sake.' 

"  *  Ah  !  she  had  a  short  life,  poor  thing — very 
delicate,  I  believe.  Don't  you  think  he  ought  to 
marry  again  ? ' 


I  / 


11  tl 


(  I 


LL'CY  GEFMAINE'S  MARRIAGE. 


179 


1,  Etill 

le  she 

down 

r 

ly  list, 
never 

le  time 
gloves, 
bed  my 
le  well- 
re,'  said 
every 
arance. 
Mr. 
wonder 
of  your 

replied. 
:e  an  in- 

sake.' 
g — very 

ight  to 


"  *  I  don't  know.     I  don't  think  he  ever  will.' 

"  To  my  amazement  my  old  lady  fluslied  a  little  at 
this,  and  looked  annoyed. 

"  *  And  pray  why  not  ?  He  is  quite  young,  only 
fonr-and-thirty.  Why  should  you  condemn  him  to  a 
single  life  ? ' 

*'*I  don't  condemn  'him,'  I  said  mildly.  *I  only 
ventured  an  opinion.  I  am  almost  sure  he  won't 
marry  again.' 

"  ^  Then  he  is  a  fool,'  she  said,  with  such  acidity 
that  I  looked,  as  I  felt,  much  amazed.  Then,  as  I 
was  not  particularly  interested  in  the  second  marriage 
of  Mr.  Wallnce  Fleming,  I  went  away.  Her  last 
words  were  a  command  to  come  back  next  morning 
without  fail.  Lucy  Germaine  waited  for  me  down- 
stairs, and  seemed  anxious  to  hear  how  I  had  fared. 

"  '  Granny  is  very  cross  just  now.  Doctor  Glen,  and 
I  am  not  in  her  good  graces.  I  have  offended  her 
dreadfully.  Sometimes  I  think  she  will  never  forgive 
me.     It  is  so  hard  to  know  what  is  right.' 

" '  It  becomes  plain  to  us  what  is  right  after  a  bit, 
if  we  wait,  and  ask  to  be  guided,  my  dear,'  I  said 
kindly,  for  the  anxious  look  on  the  sweet  young  face 
touched  me  very  much. 

" '  i   wish    I   could    tell   you.      1    am   in   such    a 


I  So 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  MB. 


flilem 


ma,  aiK 


80  nn happy,'  she  said  in  jmlaivftly  :  and 
just  then  a  bell  rang  with  lond  impatience,  and 
bidding  me  a  hasty  good-bye,  she  ran  to  answer  the 
summons.  But  I  thought  of  her  a  good  deal  that 
day,  and  I  feared,  if  it  were  a  contest  between  her 
and  her  grandmother,  the  odds  were  against  Lucy 
Germaine. 

"  Next  morning  I  paid  my  visit  to  my  new 
patient  about  eleven  o'clock,  and  found  her  not 
ra'ich  improved. 

"  ^  T  didn't  take  your  medicine,  because  I  didn't 
feel  like  it,'  she  said  calmly,  '  and  I  didn't  sleep.' 

" '  I  should  think  not,  with  such  a  temperature 
and  pulse,'  I  replied  as  calmly.  *  Well,  Mrs.  Carlyon, 
unless  you  obey  my  orders  I'm  not  coming  back.' 
.  "  *  And  why,  pray  ?  If  I  choose  to  pay  you  for 
coming,  and  do  not  choose  to  take  your  drugs,  where's 
the  difference  ? ' 

"  '  The  difference  is  this.  You  called  me  here  for 
the  purpose  of  consulting  me  as  to  your  health.  It 
is  not  my  business  to  make  morning  or  any  other 
calls  upon  you  except  for  that ;  and  as  my  reputation 
would  certainly  not  gain  credit  by  such  a  patient,  I 
shall  not  come  back  except  on  the  condition  named.' 

"  *  Well,  well.     You  are  a  Tartar,  and  no  mistake. 


Ll  (Y  r.FhWfA/IVE'S  M.IHIU.tCE. 


i8i 


:  and 
,  and 
er  the 
1  that 
;n  her 
Lucy 

r    new 
er   not 

didn't 

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arlyon, 

rou  for 
rhere's 

[ere  for 
1th.  It 
other 
[utation 
|tient,  I 

led.' 

listake. 


Pour  out  the  obnoxious  stuff  and  I'll  swallow  it,'  she 
said,  quite  good-naturedly.  *  Truth  is,  I'm  k  good 
deal  annoyed  just  now,  and  I've  too  much  on  my 
mind  to  let  me  sleep.  What  do  you  think  of  my 
granddaughter,  Lucy  Germaine  ? ' 

'*  *  I  think  her  a  very  sweet  girl,'  I  replied,  con- 
siderably surprised  by  the  question. 

"  *  1  suppose  so.  She's  sweet  to  everybody  but  me. 
Would  you  believe,  Doctor  Glen,  that  girl  has  as 
much  obstinacy  in  her  as  a  stone  wall,  and  as  much 
resisting  power?  She's  got  entangled  in  a  love  affair 
which  I'm  determined  to  stamp  out  !  She  shall  not 
throw  herself  away  as  her  silly  mother  did.' 

"  I  looked  interested,  1  suppose,  though  I  said 
nothing,  for  she  presently  went  on. 

"  *  I  told  Mr.  Fleming  there  was  nothing  but 
mischief  in  choir  practices  and  literary  society 
meetings,  and  I  want  him  to  do  away  with  them 
in  the  church,  but  he's  pretty  obstinate,  too.  The 
lad  is  a  medical  student  at  Guy's  ;  a  nobody,  without 
any  peoi)le,  who  goes  out  as  a  tutor  to  pay  his  fees. 
I've  no  doubt  he  counted  the  cost  beforehand,  and 
thinks  he  has  nothing  to  do  but  pop  into  my  money 
after  Lucy  inherits  it  ;  but  if  they  persist  in  this 
they'll  find  their  mistake.' 


1 

1 

i 

1  , 

IS2 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M  H. 


"  '  Don't  be  too  hard  on  them,  Mrs.  Carlyoa.  Even 
as  yon  tell  it,  the  atory  sonnds  well,  and  he  must 
be  an  honest,  hardworking  fellow.  Wliat  do  people 
matter  after  all  ?  and  if  he  honestly  loves  yonr 
granddaughter  he'll  make  a  living  for  her.' 

" '  1  won't  have  it,  I  tell  yon.  I'll  never  give  my 
consent,'  she  said,  quite  fiercely.  '  Now,  if  she'd  take 
my  advice  and  marry  Mr.  Fleming,  what  a  splendid 
thing  it  would  be  for  them  both.' 

"  *  Well,  but  if  they  don't  see  it,  Mrs.  Carlyon  ?  * 
I  remonstrated.  '  No  good  ever  comes  of  forcing 
such  things.     Has  Mr.  Fleming  ever  asked  her?' 

"  *  No  ;  how  can  he  with  that  fortune-hunter 
dangling  after  her,  and  she  encouraging  him  ?  But 
I'm  sure  he's  thought  of  it.' 

"  I  felt  equally  sure  he  hadn't,  but  abstained  from 
saying  so. 

"  *  I  wish  you'd  give  her  a  word,  Doctor  Glen. 
You  are,  or  ought  to  be,  a  woman  of  sense,  and  you 
could  point  out  the  folly  of  going  against  me.  Why, 
she  has  nothing  and  nobody  in  the  world  but  me  ; 
and  ijiy  mind  is  made  U})  that  she  shan't  marry 
this  Walter  Farndon.  If  she  does,  I  wasli  my  hands 
of  her,  just  as  I  did  of  her  mother  before  her.' 
***I  am  not  going   to  interfere,  I  do  assure  you, 


LI'CY  GERMAIN E'S  MARRIAGE. 


i8l 


you, 


Mrs.  Cariyon,'  i  replied  frankly.  '  For  two  reasons  : 
first,  bec^ause  it  would  be  a  thankless  and  quite 
useless  task  ;  and,  secondly,  because  I  am  afraid  my 
sympathies  are  very  much  with  the  culprits,  though 
I  never  saw  Mr.  Walter  Farndon  in  my  life.' 

"  *  His  father  had  a  shop  1 '  she  cried,  in  shrill 
scorn.  *A  haberdasher's  shop  in  Holborn, — sold 
sixpenny  ties  over  the  counter  ;  and  my  father  was 
a  colonel,  Dr.  Glen.  Do  you  suppose  I  like  to  see 
the  old  stock  going  down  in  the  dirt  like  that?' 

"  I  got  up,  for  I  wanted  to  say  something  which 
would  not  do  any  good.     So  1  thought  1  had  better 


go. 


** '  Now  look  here,'  she  said  rudely,  *  you  needn't 
go  gossiping  over  this  affair  to  tlie  first  person  you 
meet.  I'm  sure  I  don't  know  wliat  tempted  me  to 
talk  to  you  about  it  at  all.' 

" '  And  I  am  sure  neither  do  I,'  I  retorted  curtly. 
*  I  wish  you  a  very  good  morning,  Mrs.  Cariyon.' 

" '  And  you'll  come  buck  ;  see  you  come  back  to- 
morrow,' she  called  out  shortly.  '  And  if  you  can 
give  that  Lucy  of  mine  a  word  of  caution  and  advice 
I'll  make  it  worth  your  while.' 

"  *  I'm  not  going  to  do  any  such  thing,  Mrs. 
Cariyon,'  I  replied   flatly,  and  ran  away.     Lucy,  as 


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ELIZA HETH  GLEN.   .\f  R 


usual,  awaited  me  downstairs,  and  I  saw  qnite  well 
from  her  look  that  she  ({uite  expected  and  guessed 
that  her  grandmother  and  I  had  been  discussing  her. 

"  '  Wasn't  granny  awful  to  you  this  morning, 
Doctor  (Hen  ?  she  was  awful  to  me.  Has  she  told 
you — I  am  sure  slie  has— what  is  making  her  so 
angry  ?  ' 

"  *  Yes,  my  dear,  she  has  told  me  ;  but  perhaps 
time  may  do  wonders  in  this  alfair  as  in  so  many 
others,  so  keep  up  your  heart.' 

"  *  Oh,  but  you  don't  know  granny  ;  she  never 
forgives  or  gives  in,'  cried  poor  Lucy,  tears  standing 
in  her  eyes.  '  Her  only  objection  to  my  i)oor  Walter 
is  that  he  is  poor,  but  he  is  so  clever  he  will  be 
eure  to  get  on,  and  I'll  help  him  all  I  can.' 

"  *  How  far  on  is  he  in  his  medical  course  ? '  I 
asked  with  interest. 

"  '  He  hoj)es  to  qualify  in  summer  ;  then  he  will 
go  as  an  assistant,  and  I  am  sure  he  will  get  on.' 

"  *  I  am  sure  he  will,'  I  heartily  agreed ;  '  with 
such  an  incentive  any  man  ouglit  to  get  on.' 

"  *  Granny  has  got  it  into  her  head  that  I  ought 
to  marry  Mr.  Fleming,  and  it  is  so  absurd'  she 
said,  half  laughing  and  half  crying.  '  Because  I 
am  quite  sure  he  has  never  thought  of  such  a  thing. 


well 
essed 
her. 
pning, 
2  told 
ler   80 

jrhaps 
many 

never 
anding 
Walter 
rill  be 

?'   I 


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will 
'with 


ought 


LUCY  GER MAINE'S  MARlilAdE. 


185 


It  seems  an  awful  thing  to  say  about  one's  granny, 
bat  if  she  weren't  so  old  I  should  say  she  was  in 
love  with  him  herself.' 

"  *  It  J8  quite  likely — love  of  a  kind.  I  have 
seen  instances  of  such  infatuation  in  old  ladies 
before  now.  But  I  think  you  are  right  about  Mr. 
Fleming's  own  view.  I  feel  sure  he  will  remain 
true  to  his  wife's  memory.' 

"  *  I  wish  you'd  tell  granny  that ;  it  might  do 
some  good,'  she  said.  *  But  I  wish  more  than 
anything  you  could  get  to  know  Walter  and  speak 
for  him.  Granny .  has  taken  such  a  fancy  to  you. 
She  says  you, are  not   afraid  to  speak  your  mind.' 

"  *  T^  "11,  I  don't  think  1  am.  Now  I  must  go  ; 
and  keep  your  heart  up,  my  dear,— I  am  sure  all 
will  come  right.' 

"  So  I  bade  her  good-bye.  A  few  steps  from  the 
door  I  met  Mr.  Wallace  Fleming  himself,  and  was 
not  surprised  to  hear  he  was  going  to  call  on  Mrs. 
Carlyon. 

"*I  am  very  much  obliged  to  you,  Mr.  Fleming, 
for  recommending  me  to  a  new  patient,'  I  said, 
when  we  had  cordially  shaken  hands.  '  How  is  my 
little  Nora  ? ' 

"  *  Very    well,    chattering    as    usual,'   he    replied, 


(■ 


186 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


with   a  happy    li^'ht   in   his    eyes.      *  And    what   do 
yon  think  of  Mrs.  Carlyon  ?  ' 

"  *  A  very  strong-minded  old  lady,*  I  replied. 
*  Mr.  Fleming,  do  tell  me  about  Mr.  Walter  Farndon. 
Is  he  any  good  ?  * 

"^A  great  deal — a  fine,  honest,  hard-working, 
clever  fellow,'  he  replied  warmly.  *  His  only  fanlt 
is  that  he  is  poor.* 

"  *  A  fanlt  the  qualities  you  have  mentioned  will 
soon  mend,*  I  said  cheerily  ;  '  you  and  1  must  do 
our  best  to  get  the  old  lady  round  to  our  way  of 
thinking,  and  so  make  that  sweet  Lucy  Germaine 
as  happy  as  she  deserves  to  be.' 


"  I  paid  Mrs.  Carlyon  a  few  more  visits,  and  then 
there  was  an  outbreak  of  si',arlet  fever,  and  I  was 
so  busy  I  forgot  all  about  her,  nor  did  she  send  for 
me.  I  heard  that  they  had  left  town  to  spend  Eascer, 
which  fell  '^ery  early  that  year,  at  Bournemouth,  and 
I  did  not  see  or  hear  anything  about  them  for  quite 
a  long  time.  One  day  I  met  Mr.  Fleming,  and  he 
told  me  rhat  they  had  gone  abroad  for  the  summer, 
so  I  did  not  think  of  them  much,  having  a  great 
many  other  things  to  occupy  my  time  and  thoughts. 

"One  night,  in  the  autumn  of  the  same  year,  a 


LUCY  GEKMAINE'S  MARRIAdE. 


tl7 


young  man  was  shown  into  my  consulting-room,  where 
1  had  had  a  very  busy  two  hours.  I  was  feeling  very 
tired,  and  wishing  the  bell  would  stop  ringing  for 
the  night — you  see  we  are  never  content  ;  however, 
1  concealed  my  woan'noss,  and  turned  as  interestedly 
to  the  new-comer  au  if  he  had  been  the  first.  I  did 
not  think  from  his  appearance  that  he  had  come  to 
consult  me,  for  he  certainly  looked  the  picture  of 
health.  He  had  a  very  honest,  ugly  face,  with  a 
certain  attractive  strength  about  it  which  I  liked. 
He  looked  about  five-and-twenty. 

"  ^  My  name  is  Farndon — Walter  Farndon,  at  your 
service,  Dr.  Glen,'  he  said,  and  in  an  instant  I 
remembered  who  he  was  and  all  about  him. 

" '  Oh,  yes,  I  have  heard  your  "name  from  Mrs. 
Carlyon  and  also  from  Miss  Germaine,'  I  said  at 
once.  *  Perliaps  you  have  come  to  tell  me  something 
about  them.  I  liave  heard  or  se^n  nothing  of  them 
for  ever  so  long.  Have  they  returned  from  abroad  ? 
they  went  to  the  Engadine,  I  think,  if  I  remember 
rightly.' 

*' '  Yes,  they  have  been  at  Pontresina  for  three 
months,  and  they  returned  about  three  weeks  ago. 
I  came  to  tell  you  that  I  am  going  to  be  married 
to  Miss  Germaine  on  the  fourteenth  of  October,' 


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LUZAliETH   GLEN,    MB. 


.  "*0h,  indt'ed,'  I  crunl,  with  the  livelieflt  intereBt. 
'The  old  lady  has  proved  amenp*  .  then,  after  all. 
Well,  I  congratulate  you  very  L    .rtily.' 

"  *  Well,  no,  she  ha^^n't  exactly.  We're  going  to 
marry  without  her  conscMit,'  r.'piii'd  Walter  Fanidon  ; 
and  I  mu^st  say  I  conld  not  defect  the  smallest  shade 
of  regret  or  embarrassment  in  his  tone.  He  stated 
the  fact  as  calmly  as  if  it  were  of  no  consequence 
whatsoever. 

"  *  Perhaps  I  ought  then  to  withdraw  my  con- 
gratulations ;  but  you  look  as  if  it  were  all  right,* 
I  said.  '  I  suppose  you  have  got  your  licence,  and 
have  some  sort  of  prosj)ects  for  the  future  ? ' 

" '  Yes,  I  have  got  an  excellent  outdoor  assistant- 
ship  in  the  Midlands,  with  the  prospect  of  an  early 
partnership.  Of  course,  it  is  not  what  I  would  like 
for  Lucy,  nor  what  I  mean  to  have,  but  she  was  so 
unliai)py,  we  could  not  think  of  any  other  way  out 
of  the  difficulty.' 

"  *  Well,'  I  said,  very  deliberately,  *  I  suppose  you 
know  your  own  affairs  best,  and  have  counted  the  cost ; 
and  I  must  sav  I  think  Miss  Germaine  has  the  real 
grit  in  her.  So  there  is  no  prospect  of  the  old  lady 
coming  to  ? ' 

"  *  None  ;   she's  an  old — an  old but  Til  hold 


LL'(Y  GEHMAIM-yS   MARRI.IGE. 


I  So 


iterest. 
ter  all. 

Ding  to 
,rndon  ; 
t  shade 
stated 
^qaence 

\j  con- 
right/ 
ce,  and 

w 

sistant- 
u  early 
lid  like 
was  so 
ray  out 

)se  you 
e  cost  ; 
he  real 
Id  lady 

11  hold 


my  tongue,  Dr.  Glen,  in  cane  I  use  langnnge  too 
strong.  But  the  way  she  Iiiih  persecuted  ray  poor 
darling !  Lucy  told  me  she  tried  to  throw  her  at 
the  head  of  Mr.  Fh»ming,  who  doesn't  want  to  marry 
anybody,  as  every  one  knows  ;  and  when  that  failed 
an  old  colonel  turned  up  at  Pontresi»^«»,  old  enough 
to  be  husband  to  Mrs.  Carl  von  herself,  and  he  fell 
in  love  with  Lucy.  It  is  to  escape  their  united 
persecution  tluit  we  have  decided  on  this  step.* 

"  *  And  where  is  Lucy  now  ?  Still  under  Mrs. 
Carlyon's  roof?* 

"  *  No,  she  is  in  lodgings  ;  in  'ict,  she  has  run 
away,  and  I  cume  to  see  you  to-night  to  ask  you  to 
be  kind  to  her,  and  to  come  to  the  wedding  on 
Tuesday  morning.' 

"  I  felt  a  good  deal  puzzled.  I  did  not  approve 
of  the  running  away,  nor  of  Lucy's  being  in  lodgings 
by  herself,  but  my  private  symi)athies  were  entirely 
with  the  young  couple,  though  I  did  not  choose  to 
say  so. 

"  '  Who  is  going  to  marry  you  ? ' 

u  i  w^hy,  Mr.  Fleming,  of  course.  He  quite  ap- 
proves of  it.  He's  been  wonderfully  good.  I  know 
if  Mrs.  Fleming  had  been  alive  they'd  have  taken 
Lucy  to  their  own  house.' 


IQO 


ELIZABETH  GLE.S,   MB. 


<<  <  Tm  rathor  uhtuniHUed  at  Mr.  Flemiug  ;  bnt  his 
approval  is  very  satiHfactory,"  I  said  smiling.  "  Well, 
Mr.  Farndon,  if  you  will  give  mo  Lucy's  addross  I'll 
go  and  see  her  to-morrow — perhaps  this  very  evening, 
if  it  is  not  too  far." 

"  *  Oh,  it  is  not  far  at  all.  I  felt  sure  you*d  come. 
Lucy  said  yon  would  be  too  busy,  and  that  probably 
you  had  forgotten  all  about  her.  But  I  was  anxious 
to  tell  you,  because  I  feel  very  mnch  of  course  that 
Lucy  must  miss  having  lady  friends  at  such  a  fime.' 

*'  *  You  are  a  wise  man,  and  I  think  you  are  a 
very  plucky  pair.  I  am  afraid  Mr.  Fleming  will 
have  damaged  his  reputation  in  Mrs.  Carlyon's  eyes.' 

"  *  Oh  yes,  she  forbade  him  the  house  ;  it's  been 
a  terrible  business,  I  do  assure  you.  But  I'm  not 
afraid.  If  I  keep  my  health,  Miss  Glen,  I'll  be  able 
to  support  my  wife  yet  in  the  position  she  deserves  ; 
and  she  trusts  me  absolutely ;  that  always  brings 
out  the  best  that  is  in  a  man.' 

"  He  spoke  with  such  simple  honesty  and  sincerity 
that  I  felt  mv  heart  warm  to  him  ;  and  told  him  so  in 
a  few  kindly  words.  And  just  as  soon  as  he  was 
gone,  I  put  on  my  hat  and  went  round  to  see  the 
runaway  bride,  whom  I  found  quite  bright  and  cheer- 
ful,  and  when   1    lieard   from   her   the   story  of  the 


LUCY  GERMAINE'S  MARRIAGE. 


191 


mt  his 
'  Well, 
HHH  I'll 
vening, 

I  come, 
pobably 
inxioufi 
86  that 
ime/ 
I  are  a 
ng   will 
eyes.' 
8  been 
m  not 
be  able 
serves  ; 
brings 

ncerity 
n  so  in 
le  was 
see  the 
cheer- 
of  the 


harsh  old  woman's  persecation — if  ^^p  "othinff  nhnrfi 


I 


of  tlittt — I  did  not  wonder  that  slie  liad  prefcM-rcd 
the  dinner  of  hoibs  where  love  is,  and  was  willing 
to  cast  in  her  lot  with  her  trne-heurted  h)vc»r.  I 
fetched  her  straight  away  to  my  (»wn  hinise,  and 
there  she  remained  till  the  marriage  day,  and  we 
had  quite  a  pretty  wedding,  1  assnro  yon,  and  no 
lack  of  gnests  either.  The  young  couple  went 
straight  to  their  new  home  in  Worcestershire,  and 
I  heard  from  them  occasionally.  Then  there  came 
a  long  silence.  After  the  marriage,  being  mortally 
offended  with  Mr.  Fleming,  Mrs.  Carl}  on  severed 
her  connection  with  the  church  in  Marl  wood  Road  ; 
nor  did  she  again  call  my  services  into  requisition. 
Occasionally  I  remembered  her  when  in  the  neighbour- 
hood, and  wondered  whether  she  were  still  alive  ; 
but  it  was  quite  two  years  after  her  granddaughter's 
wedding  when  1  saw  her  again.  She  came  into  my 
consulting-room  one  afternoon  in  early  spring,  looking 
very  handsome  and  stately,  and  I  was  very  much 
surprised   to  see  her,  nor  could  I   help  telling  her 

80. 

"  *  You  may  be.  I  haven't  forgiven  you  yet — for 
what  you  did  two  years  ago — and  I  haven't  come 
to  consult  you   either,'  she   said   quite   gravely.     *  I 


^ 


192 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


have  come  to  ask  you  a  simple  question.  Do  yon 
know  atything  about  that  headstrong  girl,  whether 
she  has  lived  to  repent  her  ingratitude  ?* 

"The  tone  was  forbidding,  the  words  ungracious, 
but  I  was  shrewd  enough  to  detect  a  certain  anxious 
interest  underlying  them. 

"^I  know  nothing  about  them,  Mrs.  Cyrlyon.  It 
is  eighteen  months  (piite  since  I  heard  from  Mrs. 
Farndon.  She  was  then  well,  and  Dr.  Farndon 
getting  on  famously.' 

" '  Humph  !  she'd  say  so — that's  the  way  ;  she'd 
say  they  were  all  right  at  the  last  gasp.  But  I 
doni  believe  they're  all  right.  I'll  take  their  address, 
if  you  please.' 

"  I  opened  one  of  my  drawers  and  took  out  two 
or  three  letters  in  Lucy's  handwriting  which  I  had 
kept.  1  tried  to  hide  a  surreptitious  smile  as  I  did 
so,  and  I  was  8uri)rised  and  inwardly  delighted  at 
the  turn  affairs  had  taken. 

"Mrs.  (yarlyon  wrote  down  the  address  and  went 
away  ungraciously  as  she  had  come. 

"That  same  night,  curiously  enough,  by  the  last 
post  I  received  a  letter  bearing  the  Birmingham  post- 
mark. It  was  in  the  handwriting  of  Mrs.  Farndon, 
and  as   I  broke  the  seal  1  was  naturally  struck  by 


;if 


LUCY  GERMAINE'S  MARRIAGE, 


»93 


Do   yon 
whether 

racioDs, 
anxions 

ron.  It 
m  Mrs. 
Farndon 

f  ;   she'd 

But   I 

address, 

out  two 
I  had 
,8  I  did 
hted  at 

id  went 

Ithe  last 
Lm  post- 
'amdon, 
Iruck  by 


that  curioua  association  of  ideas  which  has  in  it  so 
often  something  savouring  of  the  mysterious.  When 
1  read  the  letter  1  thought  it  still  more  odd,  because 
it  gave  such  foundation  for  Mrs.  Carlyon's  strong 
anxiety.  It  was  quite  a  short  letter,  evidently  written 
in  haste  ;  and  the  object  of  it  was  to  borrow  five 
pounds.  Yes,  it  startled  and  horrified  me,  and  the 
few  brief  lines  did  not  give  me  as  much  satisfaction 
as  I  could  have  wislied.  It  simply  said  that  Dr. 
Farndon  had  been  out  of  health  for  some  time,  and 
had  had  to  leave  his  situation  ;  also  that  a  serious 
operation  was  necessary  for  him,  and  tliough  they 
were  willing  and  anxious  to  do  it  in  Birmingham, 
he  wished  particularly  to  come  to  London  to  his  old 
Professor  at  King's  College,  Would  I  oblige  them 
for  old  times'  sake  with  the  loan  of  five  pounds  to 
pay  their  fares  to  London  ?—  and  that  was  all.  There 
was  a  reticence  and  self-restraint  about  that  letter 
which  betrayed  a  great  deal  more  than  the  words.  I 
sat  quite  stupefied  for  a  few  minutes,  recalling  how 
I  had  last  seen  them  go  forth  together,  young  hus- 
band and  wife,  in  the  glory  of  their  youth  and 
happiness,  looking  fit  to  conquer  worlds.  And  in 
two  short  years  it  had  come  to  this.  I  felt  angry, 
impatient,  badly   used — that  my  hopes  should  have 

13 


194 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


been  so  poorly  realised,  and  chugrined  that  Mrs. 
Carlyon's  grim  prognostication  should  have  been  so 
abundantly  fulfilled.  I  drew  a  telegraph  form  across 
the  desk,  wrote  upon  it  that  I  would  arrive  in 
Birmingham  next  day  at  noon,  and  liad  just  rung 
for  Buttons  to  take  it  out,  when  the  hall  boll  rang, 
and  who  should  be  shown  in  presently  but  a  young 
woman  with  a  little  child  in  her  arms — a  poor,  worn, 
and  wasted  creature,  whom  I  recognised  with  a  little 
cry  of  consternation  as  the  brilliant  bride  of  two 
years  ago. 

ii  i  Why,  Lucy,  Lucy,  my  dear  1 ' 

"  Yes,  I  began  to  cry,  I  could  not  help  it,  I  felt 
so  sore.  I  took  the  child  from  her  arms,  and  made 
her  sit  down,  but  it  was  quite  five  minutes  before 
she  could  speak. 

"  *  Dear  Dr.  Glen,  I  knew  you'd  help  us.  Walter 
got  80  impatient  he  could  not  wait  for  your  answer. 
I  had  some  little  things  I  could  sell,  which  got 
enough  to  pay  the  train  fares,  and  he  will  go  into 
hospital  to-morrow.  We  thought  perhaps  you'd  find 
us  just  enough  to  pay  a  quiet  lodging.  Oh,  isn't  it 
awful  I ' 

*'  She  didn't  cry — she  was  past  that.  She  sat  on 
her  chair,  and  her  liands  crossed  themselves  in  her 


LUCY  GERMAINE'S  MARRIAGE. 


195 


Mrs. 
!en  so 
across 
ve    in 


,  rung 


rang, 


young 


worn 


1  little 
)f  two 


I  felt 

made 

before 

'alter 
Luswer. 
r-h  got 
ro  into 
rd  find 
Isn't  it 

Isat  on 
iin  her 


lap,  and  she  looked  me  very  stniightly  in  the  face, 
and  her  look  cut  me  to  the  heart. 

"'Lucy,'  1  said,  'I  shall  never  as  long  as  I  live 
forgive  you— never,  so  you  needn't  ask  it.'  She  did 
not  smile,  or  appear  to  take  any  notice  of  my 
words. 

''  *  The  last  blow  is  the  only  one  left  to  fall.  It 
will  if  the  operation  prove  unsuccessful ;  yes,  it  is 
a  very  serious  one ;  they  told  us  that  at  Queen's 
Hospital  at  Birmingham.  That  is  why  Walter  was 
so  anxious  to  come  here.  He  knows  all  the  surgeons 
at  King's,  and  he  said  you'd  be  kind  to  me  and 
baby  ;  there  isn-'t  anybody  else.' 

"  *  I  think,'  1  began  in  a  shaking  voice,  '  the  very 
least  you  could  have  done  wns  to  let  me  know  yon 
had  this  baby.  You  have  not  behaved  well  to  me, 
Mrs.  Farndon.' 

''  I  had  to  get  it  out  somehow,  the  misery  of  the 
whole  story  was  no  hard  for  me  to  bear. 

"*I  always  meant  to,  but  I  had  poor  health  so 
long  after,  and  our  troubles  thickened  so  fast. 
Walter's  principal  was  not  a  nice  man  ;  he  treated 
him  unfairly  and  very  har>^hly  whenever  he  was  un- 
able to  do  the  drudgery,  and  he  didn't  keep  to  the 
letter  of  the  a^^reement  either.     It  has  been  a  feari'ul 


# 


196 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


stmggle,  and  all  throngh  it  Walter  was  so  brave 
and  good  and  unselfish,  never  grumbling  at  all  until 
this  terrible  thing  came  to  him.  What  have  we  done 
that  we  should  be  so  hardly  punished  ?  Was  it  so 
great  a  sin  to  run  away  IVom  granny?  I  think  it 
would  have  been  a  greater  sin  to  stay  and  marry  as 
she  wished  me — to  marry  an  old  man  I  hated.' 

^^  ^  We  won't  go  into  that,  meantime,  dear,'  I  said  ; 
and  just  then  the  baby,  a  lovely  boy,  little  more 
than  a  year  old,  opened  his  eyes  and  crowed  into  my 
face  as  if  he  recognised  a  friend.  Tlien  the  young 
mother  smiled,  and  so  became  a  fleeting  vision  of 
the  Lucy  of  old. 

"  ^  Where's  Dr.  Farndon  now  ? ' 

"  *  He's  in  the  cab  at  the  door,'  she  replied  ;  and 
1  jumped  up  so  quickly  that  the  baby  gave  a  little 
cry  of  terror. 

"  *  In  a  cab  at  the  door  I  then  he  comes  in  here  ; 
and  here  you  stay  all  of  you  till  I  take  the  bearings 
of  the  case,'  I  said,  and,  heedless  of  her  remon- 
strances, I  tossed  the  baby  to  her  and  ran  out  to 
the  cab  myself.  And  when  I  saw  poor  Walter 
Farndon,  worn  to  a  shadow  by  terrible  disease,  1 
could  have  cried  again.  He  demurred  very  little  to 
my  proposal.     He  was  in  that  quiescent  state  brought 


LUCY  GERMAINE'S   MARUIAGE. 


19/ 


)  brave 
ill  until 
we  done 

18    it    80 

think  it 
narry  as 
:ed/ 

I  said  ; 

,le  more 

into  my 

e  young 

vision  of 


Led  ;  and 
a  little 

in  here  ; 
searings 
remon- 

n  out  to 
Walter 

isease,  1 
little  to 
brought 


about  by  great  weakness,  and  seemed  to  have  but 
a  shadowy  interest  in  what  was  passing.  And  yet, 
when  his  eye  fell  on  his  wife  and  child,  I  saw  a 
spasm  cross  his  face,  a  spasm  of  pain  more  real  and 
acute  than  any  physical  pang,  and  his  eyes  met  mine 
in  that  mute,  anguished  appeal  one  sees  in  the  eyes 
of  strong  men  beaten  in  the  battle  of  life.  Margaret's 
sympathies  were  not  difficult  to  enlist,  and  the  top 
floor  of  the  house  was  given  up  to  my  guests  ;  and 
in  my  house  the  surgeons  held  their  consultation,  and 
it  was  decided  that  they  should  ()])erate,  and  that  I 
should  watch  the  case.  And  I  told  Doctor  Farndon 
that  such  an  opportunity  was  a  very  abundant  pay- 
ment to  me  for  any  trouble  they  might  make  in  the 
house. 

"  They  were  all  agreed  that  no  time  should  be 
lost,  and  the  operation  was  fixed  for  three  o'clock 
m  the  afternoon  of  the  third  day,  which  was  Friday. 
I  was  present  the  wholq  time. 

"  Lucy  was  not  in  the  house.  We  had  kept  the 
hour  and  the  day  secret  from  her,  and  I  had,  under 
the  pretence  that  both  she  and  baby  required  fresh 
air,  sent  them  with  Margaret  in  the  carriage  to 
Potter's  Bar  to  execute  a  commission  for  me  there  ; 
and  as  they  would    have  tea  at  the  inn^   I  knew 


198 


ELIZABETH  GLEN.   M.R 


mr 


they'd  be  safely  out  of  the  way  till  six  o'clock  at 
least. 

"  It  was  got  well  over,  and,  as  far  as  wo  conld  see, 
in  an  entirely  satisfactory  manner.  By  the  time  the 
carriage  returned  tliere  was  not  a  sign  of  what  had 
taken  place,  except  the  dainty,  soft-footed  nurse 
moving  noiselessly  about  the  room.  And  when  Lncy 
heard  it  wa^  all  over,  succ^essfully,  too,  as  far  as  we 
could  then  predict,  she  fell  down  upon  her  knees  and 
remained  still  for  so  long  a  time  that  I  was  afraid. 
But  when  I  toiu'lied  lier,  and  she  looked  up,  I  saw 
that  lier  face  was  sunshiny  and  peaceful,  and  that  *she 
had  been  alone  with  God,  who  had  taken  her  trouble 
from  her,  as  you  and  I  have  proved,  dear,  tliat  He  can 
take  all  our  troubles  from  us  and  make  our  hearts 
light  as  air.  She  ]>egged  so  hard  to  be  allowed  to 
sit  a  little  while  with  her  husband  that  we  allowed  it, 
and  I  was  in  my  room  amusing  myself  with  that 
absurd  baby,  whose  high  opirits  nothing  conld  damp, 
when  Mrs;  Carlyon  was  shown  in.  She  looked  very 
troubled  I  could  see,  and  she  gave  me,  almost  without 
greeting,  a  returned  letter,  which,  of  course,  did  not 
at  all  surprise  me.  While  I  looked  at  it,  she  picked 
up  the  baby,  whom  1  had  laid  down  on  the  hearthrug. 
He  was  just  beginning  to  toddle,  and  he  soon  wriggled 


LUCY  CERMAINE'S   MANRl.lGE. 


199 


ock  at 

Id  see, 
me  the 
lat  had 
nurse 
n  Lncy 
as  we 
ees  aud 
afraid. 
,  I  saw 
hat  'she 
troahle 
He  can 
hearts 
)wed  to 
Dwed  it, 
h  that 
(lamp, 
ed  verv 
without 
did  not 
picked 
irthrug. 
iriggled 


himself  from  the  ohi  lady's  lap  and  stood  at  her 
knee,  looking  up  into  her  face,  bal)l)ling  his  pretty 
baby  nonsense,  wliich  nobody  but  his  mother  ever 
pretended  to  understand.  Glancing  at  the  two,  I 
saw  a  big  tear  rnn  down  Mrs.  Carlyon's  cheek,  and 
I  knew  that  the  baby  had  done  what  nobody  else 
could — softened  her  heart. 

"  *  Gone  away,  left  no  address,'  I  said,  '  Well, 
what  can  you  do  now?' 

"  *  It  would  be  no  use  going  down,  I  suppose  ? 
They  haven't  got  on  evidently,  or  he  would  have 
stayed  longer  in  the  place.  I'd  give  a  good  deal  to 
know  something  about  him.  Why,  1  cannot  tell, 
because  they  treated  me  abominably,  only  I  know 
I  can't  get  them  out  of  my  head.' 

"  *  Would  you  do  anything  for  them,  Mrs.  Carlyon  ? ' 
I  enquired.  '  Suppose  you  found  them  out  and  knew 
they  were  in  harassed  circumstances  ? ' 

"  *  I  might,  if  they  were  in  a  proper  frame  of 
mind ;  only  young  people  of  the  j)resent  day  are 
80  independent,  and  Lucy's  like  that,  as  I  once 
told  you— she's  as  stubborn  as  a  stone  wall. 
Whose  lovely  child  is  this  ?  I  suppose  you  have 
visitors  ? ' 

" '  Yes,  I   have,'  I  replied,  and   my  heart  beat  a 


-■*- 


!UO 


ELIZA liETH   GLEN,    \Lli. 


little  faster  as  I  couceived  a  harmless  plot.  *  Isu*t 
lie  a  beauty  ? ' 

'* '  He  is.  I  used  to  imagiue  how  pleasant  it  would 
be  to  have  Lucy's  children  ruuniiig  abuat.'  tShe 
said  this  with  a  va'^ie  wislt'ulness  that,  betraved  an 
empty  heart.  '  Aud  1  believe,  if  they  had  behaved 
decently,  I  would  have  given  in  at  the  last.  Oh, 
you  darling  I ' 

'*  The  child  playing  bo-peep  behind  her  chair  sud- 
denly made  a  little  rush  at  her  and  clambered  on  her 
knee.  Then,  begging  her  to  excuse  me  a  moment, 
I  left  the  room  and  ran  upstairs  to  Lucy, 

'' '  There's  a  lady  downstairs  anxious  to  see  you, 
Lucy,'  I  said  ;  '  baby  is  amusing  her  meanwhile,  but 
vou'd  better  run  down.' 

"  She  rose  obediently,  and  with  a  look  of  love 
towards  the  prostrate  form  on  the  b'^d  went  down- 
stairs. I  heard  the  quiet  opening  and  shutting  of 
the  consulting-room  door,  and  then  no  more.  When 
nurse,  who  had  been  downstairs  at  supper,  came  to 
relieve  me,  I  went  to  the  consulting-room  door,  and 
basely   listened,    and    when    1   heard   the   continuous 

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murmur  of  their  voices,  1  made  bold  to  give  a  little 
knock  at  the  door  and  then  to  enter  ;  and  there  they 
were,  granny  in  my  cliair  with  the  baby  asleep  in  her 


« Isn't 

would 

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iliaved 

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on  her 
oinent, 


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lie,  but 


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in  her 


I  mi:;  i:  ■;    '  \ 


[p.  2oa 


LUCY  UEKMAt,\E'S   MAKKIAGE. 


•Ql 


arms,  and  Lucy  sitting  close  by  ou  a  stoul,  aud  traces 
of  tears  were  on  both  their  fiurcs. 

"  *  Granny  has  forgiven  me,  Dr.  Glen,  and  we  are 
friends  again/  she  said  ;  '  thanks  be  to  God — and  to 
you.* 

'*  *  You  have  taught  me  a  lesson  in  human  charity 
1  shall  never  forget,  my  dear,'  said  the  proud 
old  lady,  and  the  look  she  cast  upon  me  warmed 
my  heart ;  *  and  I  shall  never  forget  it.  I  pray 
God  it  will  do  me  good  to  the  last  day  of  my 
life.' 

"  She  stretched  out  her  hand  to  me,  afraid  to  rise 
lest  she  should  disturb  the  sleeping  child  ;  and  when 
1  had  warmly  pressed  it,  she  touched  Lucy's  bent 
head  tenderly  with  a  mother's  touch. 

"  So  the  breach  was  healed,  and  tribulation  was 
blessed  to  those  young  people,  and  they  often  in  after 
years  admitted  the  sweet  uses  of  the  adversity  which 
at  the  time  seemed  so  bitter. 

'*  Yes,  Dr.  Farndou  was  restored  to  comparative 
health  ;  and  in  the  autumn  the  young  couple  were 
established  in  a  house  of  their  own,  in  a  growing 
London  suburb,  Mrs.  Carlyon  providing  the  where- 
withal, every  penny  of  which,  however.  Dr.  Farndon 
has  scrupulously  repaid.     He  has  an  immense  practice, 


ao2 


F.LIZAHETU  (.LEN.   St  li. 


has  just  taken  a  parrner,  and  tlu'v  arc  sfill  mv  true, 
dear  iViciKls." 

''How  torruinife  you  uro,  Klizabcrh  1"  I  said  with 
a  vagne  envy,  "to  liavt-  so  mniiy  opportunities. 
What  lovely  thin^^s  yon  <'(Mistantly  do  for  people  ;  aud 
how  nicely  all  your  stories  end  !  '* 

''  Not  all.  I've  nuide  niy  l»itter  mistakes,  dear,  and 
I  have  my  sad  moments  ;  and  you,  with  all  your 
blesHings,  need  not  grudge  me  sueli  eomi>ensations  as 
these.  RemenduT  tliat,  witli  tiiem  idl,  1  am  still  a 
lonely  woman,  standing  on  the  outside  always." 

Then  very  soberly  she  kissed  me  and  went  away. 


Vlll. 

FoHl     l.KV  Tun's    HKIH. 

"  'I'lie  i>atli«»s  (.'Xtjiiisite 
Of  losely   mintis  set  lit  luirsli   foiias." 

(ii:nU(ii;  Ki.ioT. 

«  TTTHAT  is  it,  Filizul.ctli  ?  You  look  not  only 
sad  and  out  of  sorts,  but,  tliere  is  a  «rlt'aiu  in 
vonr  eve  wliii'li  seems  to  me  to  indicate  a  cfrtuin 
degree  of  indii^nation." 

She  liad  come  to  me  at  a  most  unusual  hour  in  tlie 
evening,  and  though  1  was  glad  to  see  her,  1  hdt  that 
something  had  brouglit  her,  possibly  that  she  had 
a  story  to  tell  me.  She  tlirew  herself  a  tritle  wearily 
into  her  favoiiritc  cluiir,  and  began  to  imbutton  lier 
gh)ves  in  a  most  unusual  silence. 

"  1  can   stay  a  bit,"  she  said  presently.     "  I  have 

sent  John  away  with  the  carriage,  and  will  go  home 

on  the  humble  'bus.     Can  you  give  me  anything  to 

eat  ?  " 

203 


204 


ELLZA3ETH    GLEN,   MB. 


I  raijt^  the  bell,  and,  looking  at  her,  I  saw  that  she 
iiad  beeu  crying. 

"  You  have  not  been  home  for  dinner,  1  suppose," 
I  said  severely.  "  But  fortunately  my  larder  is  not 
quite  empty.  Who  has  been  vexing  the  soul  of  Saint 
Elizabeth  ?  " 

"  Oh,  my  dear,  give  me  time,  aiid  I  will  vex  your 
soul  likewise.  I  have  just  witnessed  the  culminating 
act  of  a  long  injustice  heaped  upon  the  head  of  a 
child.  Ah,  now  your  eyes  flash  !  In  the  Bible  you 
and  I  read  and  love  there  is  a  text,  '  Can  a  mother 
forget  her  sucking  child?'  and  you  think  it  hardly 
possible  ;  but  there  are  women  to  whom  motherhood 
has  no  meaning  unless  it  be  for  the  ad\ancement  of 
their  own  selfish  aims  and  ambitions,  and  then  the 
children  suffer.  Do  you  remember  my  telling  you 
about'  John  Ransome,  who  married  his  rich 
employer?" 

"  Yes,  but  surely  that  sweet  girl — you  told  me  she 
was  sweet — has  not  developed  such  objectionable 
characteristics?" 

"  Oh  no  ;  the  little  Ransome  boy  has  been  born  with 
a  silver  spoon  in  his  mouth  so  far  as  his  mother  is 
concerned  ;  but  it  was  through  Mrs.  Ransome  I  got 
acquainted  with  this — this  person,  Mrs.  Leyton  Brooke, 


PORT  LEYTOXS  HEIR. 


205 


^■^' 


i> 


one  of  my  aristocratic  patients,  and  one  of  the  sort 
that  makes  one  endorse  the  most  radical  notions,  even 
to  the  total  abolition  of  the  aristocracy." 

Mv  husband  entered  the  room  at  the  moment,  and 
caught  the  last  sentence,  but  Elizabeth  was  not  in 
the  mood  for  the  gay  b;idinage  which  they  often 
enjoyed.  It  was  not  until  she  had  had  a  little 
refreshment  and  we  found  ourselves  ngain  alone 
that  she  returned  to  the  subject  of  Mrs.  Leyton 
Brooke. 

"They  are  very  fine  people."  she  began,  with  a 
curious  long  curl  of  the  lip  which  I  knew  well.  "  An 
old  Buckinghamshire  family,  and  of  course  it  is  a 
great  honour  to  attrnd  them,  but  I  liave  paid  my  last 
visit,  professional  or  otherwise,  to  Mrs.  Leyton 
Brooke." 

"  Why  ?  "  I  inquired  innocently.  "  Has  she  dis- 
missed you  ?  " 

'^No,"  replied  Elizabeth  grimly.  "I  have  dis- 
missed her  ;  but  you  must  not  have  the  end  of  the 
story  before  the  beginning.  I  don't  really  mind, 
I  believe,  though  you  put  it  in  names  and  all.  A 
woman  like  that  deserves  to  be  shown  up — a  creature, 
God  forgive  her,  without  a  heart." 

I  waited  with   no  small  impatience  till  Elizabeth 


2o6 


ELIZABETH   GLEA,   MB. 


had   recovered   herself  sufficiently    to    begin   at   the 
beginning. 

"  It  is  not  very  lung  since  I  mude  the  ac<|naintance 
of  the  lady,"  she  said,  after  a  short  silence.  "  I  met 
her  one  afternoon  in  ]\Irs.  Ilaiisome's  drawinu^-room  in 
Brntoii  Street,  suid  she  was  introdiuuHl  to  me  as  her 
cousin.  I  thouirlit  lier  that  afternoon  one  of  the 
liandsoniest  women  I  had  ever  seen,  and  she  was 
dressed  like  a  fashion-plate,  as  we  used  to  say  when 
we  were  girls — really  elegantly  dressed,  in  a  style 
which  displayed  both  boundless  wealth  and  an  indi- 
vidual and  })erfect  taste.  I  admired  the  outward 
woman  very  much,  as  one  is  bound  to  admire  what  is 
beautiful  and  out  of  the  ordinary  run.  She  had  a 
little  boy  with  her,  a  handsome,  lovely  child  about 
seven,  of  whom  she  was  evidently  more  than  proud. 
He  was  dressed  picture  fashion  likewise,  a  trifle 
fantastically,  perliaps,  but  tliere  was  no  doubt  about 
his  beauty.  He  was  a  spoiled  child,  a  perfect 
nuisance  indeed  ;  it  was  impossible  to  be  in  the  room 
five  minutes  with  him  without  finding  that  out.  He 
devoured  the  sweet  cakes  on  Mrs.  Ran  some's  tea- 
table,  and  ate  sugar  till  he  nearly  made  himself  sick, 
his  mother  smiling  indnlgently  on  him  all  tlie  while. 
She  remained  about  fifteen  minutes  after  I  arrived, 


JtW'^Wr'flffifii 


^sm 


PORT  LE y TON'S   HEIR. 


2n: 


the 


and  as  she  monopoHsed  most  ot*  the  conversation, 
I  crathered  that  she  was  a  verv  fasliionabh'  ladv 
indeed.  She  talked  of  rov.-iltv  and  other  exalted 
jKM'sonages  witli  a  familiarity  that  ahnost  took  my 
breath  awav.  She  was  ti^racious  in  a  condescendinj; 
sort  of  wav  to  me,  and  even  to  Mrs.  Kansume  I 
thonght  her  manner  a  trifle  ])atronising  Bnt  slie 
interested  me  a  good  deal,  and  her  beauty  afforded 
me  a  jtositive  delight.  When  slie  departed  at  lengtli 
with  her  objectionable  chihl,  who,  by  the  way,  wav 
called  Frank,  Mrs.  llansome  turned  to  me  (piitc; 
eagerly. 

"  '  What  do  you  think  of  my  cousin,  Dr.  Glen  ?  Is 
she  not  lovely?  I  hope  she  liked  you;  1  think  she 
did.  My  dear,  if  she  consults  you  professioimlly, 
your  fortune  will  be  made.  She  knows  everybodv. 
Of  course,  vou  must  have  heard  of  her — hi 


po 


IS  eve 


0 


wh 


ere. 


"'I  don't  )io  evervwhere,  dear  Mrs.  Ransonie,'  I 
said,  with  a  laugh,  •  and  I  am  in  such  a  state  of 
heathen  darkness  that  1  never  even  lieard  of  her  till 
to-day.' 

" '  All  the  same,  she  is  quite  distinguished.  I 
admire  her  very  much  of  course,  myself,  but  s(uneliow 
one  doey  not  love  Letitia, — I  don't  know  whv  ;  and  one 


20S 


ELIZABETH   GLEN    M.B, 


fhing  I  can't  forgive  lier.  Isu't  that  a  horrid  little 
boy  ?  John  says  he  has  but  one  desire  where  Frank 
is  concerned — to  give  him  a  proper  whipping.' 

'*  I  smiled  in  sympathy  with  honest  John  Ran- 
some's  sensiV)le  views. 

^'  *  The  child  is  more  to  be  pitied  than  blamed,'  I 
said  cautiously .  '  One  day,  however,  Mrs.  Ley  ton 
Brooke  may  discover  that  she  has  prepared  a  rod  for 
her  own  back.' 

"'Tliat's'  what  John  says,  and  that  she  will  richly 
deserve  it ;  and  the  worst  of  it  is  that  Frank  is  not 
an  onlv  child,  nor  even  the  heir.  It  is  that  I  cannot 
forgive  Letiria,  and  it  makes  John  positively  savage.' 

"  '  What  ? '  I  inquired,  with  interest.  Mrs.  Ran- 
some's  remarks  were  decidedly  vague. 

"  She  has  another  child,  a  son — Myles,  two  years 
older — but  he  is  deformed,  quite  an  object  so  far  as 
his  figure  is  concerned,  though  he  has  the  sweetest 
face.  Nobody  ever  sees  him.  Fancy,  I  have  not  seen 
him  for  quite  a  year.  He  lives  mostly  at  Port 
Leyton,  their  Buckingham  home,  but  1  hear  he  is  in 
town  just  now.' 

"  *  And  is  his  mother  unkind  to  him  ? '  I  inquired. 

" '  Well,  not  positively  unkind,  I  should  hope,  but 
of  course  it  was  a  fearful  disappointment,  and  Letitia 


mmmmmmimmiimiiiiiemilt 


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PORT  LEYTON  S  HEIR. 


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Ran- 

years 

I  far  as 

eetest 

^t  seen 

Port 

is  in 

Ired. 

|>ej  but 
jetitia 


really  can't  bear  the  sight  of  him.  She  says  he 
makes  her  ill,  and  her  hnsbjuid  feels  pretty  mnch 
the  same.  Yon  see,  Port  Leyton  is  sneli  a  splendid 
old  inheritance,  and,  with  T^etitia's  money,  there  is 
almost  nothing  the  Brookes  conld  not  aspire  to ;  and 
it  is  disapvointing,  of  conrse,  tliat  the  lieir  shonld  be 
a  poor  little  crippled  hunchhnek.  All  the  same,  were 
he  my  child  I  shonld  jnst  love  liini  ten  times  more 
than  if  he  had  l)een  all  right,  wonldn't  yon  ? ' 

''*  Anybody  with  a  heart  wonld,"  I  re]>lied  ;  and, 
though  we  afterwards  began  to  talk  of  other  things, 
my  mind  would  not  rid  itself  of  the  ])ictnre  her 
words  had  called  up,  ruul  I  saw  before  me  that  day, 
and  for  many  days  to  come,  in  all  my  odd  moments, 
the  sweet,  patient  face  of  the  afflicted  heir  of  Port 
Leyton,  whom  nobody  wanted,  and  who  was  an  eye- 
sore to  his  own  parents.  I  thonglit  it  likely,  in  my 
vague  thonglits  of  liim,  that  littl^  Myles  Brooke, 
sensitive  as  most  such  afflicted  ones  are,  won  Id  sntfer 
mentally  as  mnch  as  physically,  bnt  of  the  keen  heart- 
and  spirit-anguish  possible  to  a  child  so  yonng  1  did 
not  dream  until  I  had  seen  him.  Now  I  know,  and 
I  thank  God  it  is  over,  that  to-night  I,  with  my  own 
hands,  closed  his  eyes  in  their  last  sleep,  and  saw 
the  seal  of  eternal  peace  set  upon  his  brow." 

14 


! 


210 


ELIZABETH  GLES,   M.B. 


Elizabeth  puusod  there,  for  a  deep  sob  hhook 
her. 

*'  It  will  piiin  yon  very  much,  I  can  see,  to  tell 
me.     1  can  understand  without  telling,"  1  said  gently. 

"  I  want  to  tell  you  ;  I  came  to  tell  you,"  she 
replied.  "  It  will  do  me  good.  You  will,  perhaps, 
at  the  end  lielp  me  to  understand  why  God  permits 
such  things  in  a  world  controlled  by  His  love. 

*'I  £rst  met  Mrs.  Leyton  Brooke  at  the  very 
beginning  of  the  season,  quite  early  in  February, 
and  it  was  about  a  fortnight  after  that  I  received 
a  n(tte  from  her,  requesting  me  to  call  at  her  house 
in  Portman  Square.  1  was  (piite  excited  over  the 
summons — not  for  tlie  rcjison  for  which  Mrs.  Ransome 
had  desired  her  to  call  me  in,  but  'uecause  I  thought 
I  might  Inive  a  chance  of  seeing  the  heir.  I  arrived 
at  the  mansion  about  four  o'clock  in  the  afternoon, 
and  found  no  one  to  receive  me  except  the  servants. 

" '  It's  for  Master  Myles,  I  believe,  madam,'  the 
footman  said,  wlien  I  had  informed  him  who  I  was. 
*  I  have  no  orders,  but  I'll  inquire  of  nurse.' 

"He  left  me  in  the  magniticent  library,  and  shortly 
returned  with  the  request  chat  I  would  walk  upstairs. 
I  followed  him  up  three  flights  of  stairs,  and  on  the 
higliest  lauding  was  received  by  a  nurse — a  middle- 


raKrii.;..  .>tl^i(y-!S\ 


PORT  LEYTON'S  HEIR. 


21 


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to  tell 


gently. 
,"  she 
jrLaps, 
»ermits 

:^ 
^* 

e   very 
bruary, 
eceived 
'  house 
^er   the 
msome 
bought 
arrived 
riioon, 
rvants. 
;  the 
I  was. 

shortly 
hstairs. 
|ou  the 
liddle- 


uo^ed  person  of  kindly  aspect,,  who  eyed  ms  with  the 
keenest  enquiry,  which  I  did  not  resent,  because  it 
betokened  an  interest  in  her  charge.  Slie  asKcd  me 
to  go  to  her  room  and  sit  down,  while  she  explained 
matters  a  little. 

" '  Master  Myles,  dear  lamb,  has  taken  a  dislike 
to  the  doctor  wlio  has  been  attending  of  him  here,' 
she  said,  wiping  her  eyes,  *  and  when  'e  come  it  puts 
tlie  poor  dear  in  that  state  that  I  begs  missus  to  stop 
his  visits.  He  don't  need  no  doctor,  poor  dear,  and 
ain*t  long  for  this  world  ;  so  at  Inst,  though  she  were 
very  angry  over  it,  she  agrc^es  and  sends  for  you, 
all  along  of  Mrs.  Ran  some,  pretty  dear,  that  has  a 
'eart  as  soft  as  wax.' 

"  *  Is  he  in  bed  ? '  I  asked. 

"  *  No,  ma'am,  nor  you  mustn't  put  'im  there  ;  an' 
please,  ma'am,  when  you  go  in  first  don't  look  sur- 
prised-like  at  the  poor  dear,  'cos  he  ain't  made  jes' 
like  other  folks.  'E  is  a  little  gentleman  at  'eart 
if  ever  there  was  one,  ma'am  ;  and  1  often  say,  I  do, 
that  the  Almighty's  ways  is  past  findin'  out ;  but  I 
tells  'im  it'll  be  all  right  there,  an'  'e  knows  it,  dear 
lamb,  jes'  as  well  as  1  can  tell  'im.  Will  you  come 
now,  ma'jim,  uud  see  'im  ?  'E  doesn't  know  you're 
a-comin",   but  1  think  you'll   liave  a  nice   way    with 


'     I 


213 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  MB. 


'im.     Mrs.    Rausome  said   you   would,  and  1  think 
you  will.' 

"'I'll  try,  nurse,'  I  said,  and  followed  her  to  the 
room.  It  was  a  large,  light,  pleasant  place,  con- 
taining all  that  was  necessary  for  comfort  or  well- 
being,  and  there  in  his  reclining  chair  by  the  high, 
wide  window  sat  the  child  I  had  come  to  see,  the 
heir  to  a  great  estate,  which  he  has  now  exchanged 
for  a  heavenly  crown. 

" '  Oh,  nursie,'  he  cried,  n«  we  opened  the  door, 
'  they're  lighting  up  ever  so  soon.  Is  it  tea-time 
already  ?' 

"  Then  he  gave  a  great  start,  seeing  me,  and  turned 
away  his  face. 

"  *  This  is  a  kind  lady  come  to  see  you,  to  try 
and  take  away  your  cough  and  your  nasty  headache,' 
said  the  nurse,  with  an  infinity  of  tenderness  a  mother 
might  have  envied.  '  Turn  your  head,  my  dearie,  and 
speak  to  her,  jnst  to  please  nursie,  for  a  moment.' 

"  He  did  not  turn  his  head,  but  I  walked  over  to 
the  chair,  and  then  I  saw  a  little  white  fox  terrier 
puppy  lying  on  the  cushion  at  his  feet,  and  I  took  it 
up  and  laid  it  against  my  cheek  with  one  hand,  while 
with  the  other  1  softly  touched  the  brown  head  of 
my  little  patient. 


mam 


fBPBT- 


PORT  LEYTON'S   HEIR. 


2>3 


think 

to  the 
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I  high, 
ee,  the 
tianged 

B  door, 
ea-time 

turned 

to  try 
Ldache,' 
Imother 
•ie,  and 
liient.' 
)ver  to 
terrier 
I  took  it 
[,  while 
lead  of 


"  *  bcn*t  yon  think  this  is  a  very  woll-ofF  doiririe 
indeed?'  I  said  oheorfnlly,  'and  isn't  he  a  beauty? 
but  I  would  be  asliaraed  of  sunh  a  mean  Hi  tie  tail. 
I  am  sure  he  feels  it  very  much  to  have  sucli  a 
stumpy  tail,  don't  you,  doggie  ? ' 

'"No,  he  doesn't,'  said  the  little  maFier,  ([uite 
briskly.  '  His  tail  is  just  the  proper  length,  Feiiton 
'11  tell  you  so  ;  he  measured  it,  and  docked  it  himself, 
and  he's  perfect.' 

" '  Who,  Fenton  or  the  doggie,  eh  ?  *  I  asked,  as 
pleasantly  as  I  could,  and  his  eyes  met  mire;  and 
looking  into  their  large,  lovely,  serious  deptns  I  felt 
my  heart  stirred  within  me  with  a  great  and  tender 
pity.  1  think  somehow  that  look  made  us  friends, 
and  I  sat  down  by  him,  and  we  talked  of  dogs  and 
other  pets  for  quite  a  little  while.  Then  in  the  middle 
of  our  talk  he  stopped  quite  suddenly,  fixing  me  with 
those   speaking,  pathetic  eyes,  and  said  suddenly  ; 

"  *  But,  I  say,  1  want  to  know  who  you  are. 
What's  your  name  ? ' 

" '  My  name  is  Elizabeth  Glen,  and  I'm  the  doctor,' 
I  replied  smiling.  '  How  do  you  think  you'll  like 
to  have  a  lady  doctor,  Master  Myles  ? ' 

"*I  don't  know,'  he  said  doubtfully.  'T  like  vou  r 
but  you  won't  hurt  me  like  the  other  doctor  did  ?     1 


I 


414 


ELIZABETH   CI.ES'.    \f  H. 


MRkoc]  nmniniH  not  to  let  him,  ])Ut  slie  sjiid  it  was 
tor  my  good.  But  what  is  the  use  when  I  shtill 
never  be  well  any  more  ? ' 

"'1  shall  not  hurt  you,  my  darling;  I  promise 
you  tliat.' 

"  Tlie  endearing  word  Hli|)]>ed  out  unawares,  and 
the  child,  who  was  starved  of  love  by  all  from  whom 
he  had  tlic  right  to  expect  it,  looked  at  m<'  with  a 
sweet,  bright  smile,  and  gave  me  his  thin,  ciiildish 
hand  with  a  confiding  gesture  more  eloquent  than 
words. 

"'And  you'll  corae  and  see  me,  won't  you,  every 
day  ?  Sometimes  nursie  and  1  are  a  little  dull  when 
nobody  comes  up  all  day  long,  and  even  Ted  gets 
cross  and  won't  play.' 

"  Nurse  had  now  lighted  the  gas,  and  before  she 
drew  the  blinds  she  wheeled  the  chair  away  from 
the  window,  and  then  I  saw  for  the  first  time  the 
misshapen,  distorted  frame,  and  my  lieart  bled  for 
him  afresh.  It  needed  no  special  skill  to  see  that 
the  seal  of  early  death  was  on  the  boy's  high  white 
brow,  and  I  felt  as  I  b^de  him  good-bye  that  the 
end  for  him  when  it  came  would  be  great  gain. 
*  •  *  «  * 

"I  had  visited  my  new,  and  to  me  most  interest- 


PnRT   f.EYTON'S    HI  IR. 


21 


she 
from 
le  the 
[I  for 
that 
white 
t  the 


\u^^  l>ati<'nt  nifiiiy  times  hditn'  I  smsv  any  of  the  rest 
of  the  fiiniily,  cxccpr  flu*  other  hoy,  Frank,  who  was 
in  the  room  one  duv  wlien  I  called.  To  see  tliose 
two  brotliers  toirefhor  wn,s  an  intorestiny:  stndv  in 
hnmjiii  iiatnre,  and  L  tlionu'lit  thai  Inid  Joliii  Kansome 
seen  the  spoih-d  child  in  his  brother's  I'oom,  even  he 
would  prol)Mhly  have  been  niiable  to  keep  his  hands 
oft'  liim.  His  (h'meanonr  to  Myles  was  patronisinjj^ 
and  a  trille  {'ontemptnous,  and  1  saw  the  (jnick  temper 
of  the  boy  in  the  invalid  cliair  rise  in  eye  and  cheek, 
and  I  said  to  nnrse  it  would  be  better  if  she  couhl 
keep  them  apart.  Mv  little  Mvles  was  bv  no  means 
a  saint,  nor  one  of  those  good  little  boys  who  in 
story  bo(dvs  die  young  ;  In^  was  liot-tempered,  and 
impatient,  and  full  of  life,  chaHnu'  wihlly  against  the 
bars  of  his  {)oor  prison  house.  But  he  was  ii  creature 
it  was  impossible  to  help  loving,  and  he  crept  day 
by  day  more  closely  into  my  heart.  I  tliink — nay, 
I  know — he  loved  me  too  ;  he  pi'oved  it  to  me  one 
dav  as  we  sat  toget  iier.  1  alwa,vs  staved  an  hour 
by  him  wlien  J  found  it  made  him  hai)pier.  VV^ell, 
he  proved  it  to  me  one  day  wlien  he  spoke  to  me 
of  his  heavy  cross.  lb'  alluded  to  it  simply  and 
boyishly,  but  with  a  certain  wistfulness  which  be- 
trayed its  import  to  him. 


216 


EI.IZAIiETl!   GLES,    \t  }i. 


it  4 


Am  T  so  very  uglv,  Miss  Olcn  ?     That  day  you 


saw  me  Hrst,  di<l  you  think  iiic  so  awful? 


U  ( 


Hush,  my  darlinj]^ ;  I  sjiw  only  your  sweet 
face,*  [  ro|)lied,  laying  my  hand  on  his  thin,  flushed 
cheek. 

"He  looked  pleased  for  a  rnoin«'nt,  but  presently 
shook  his  head   with   \v  faint,   iiifhiiieholv  smile. 

"'MnniiMJi  says  I  make  hor  ill,  —  I  heard  her  say 
so  ;  and  even  papa  ean't  bear  to  see  me,  though  he 
talks  quite  kindly.  Have  you  seen  mamma?  She 
is  like  an  angel.' 

"I  did  not  think  so.  Mv  lieart  beat  hard  against 
her,  and  I  longed  for  jnst  one  opj)ortunity  to  tell 
her  the  strsiight  and  solemn  truth.  1  am  not  a 
mother — may  never  be  one,  but  surely  I  know  that 
if  a  mother  cannot  give  love  to  the  child  she  has 
borne  she  has  no  right  to  the  name,  and  liad  better 
forfeit  it  to  the  meanest  wretch  who  has  a  woman's 
heart. 

" '  Before  yon  eame,'  he  said  presently,  '  I  wanted 
awfully  to  get  back  to  Leyton.  It  is  so  dreary  here  ; 
I  never  get  out,  but  mamma  says  I  must  wait  till 
Easter.  At  Leyton  Feuton  takes  me  out  in  my 
bath-chair.' 

'' '  Win    did  thev  brin?   vou  here  where   von  car 


ay  you 

sweet 
flushed 

•esentlv 
le. 

her  say 
lUgh  he 

,?     She 

ajrainst 
to  tell 

not  a 
)w  that 
-he  has 

better 
[Oman's 

Iwanted 
r  here  ; 
lait  till 
|in  my 

m  car' 


0                                          ''    '  ■' 

i;:'  ■;«* 

^ ^^^^^^^^^B 

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^M 

H: 

h 

If 
■     <\  V. 

.STf  t 


..V-<:^i 


"•that  DAV  VOU  saw  me  riRiiTi  DID  YOU  THISK  ME  SO  AWFVL?'"       [/'•   2U' 


}'(>RT  LEY  TON'S  HEIR. 


317 


see  nothing  and  never  get  out?'  I  asked  bluntly, 
though  I  might  have  guessed. 

" '  Tm  not  sure,  but  1  think  they  brought  me  to 
see  if  the  other  doctor  could  make  mv  back  struiy^ht,' 
he  said  confidentially,  'and  of  course  he  couldn't. 
I  knew  thac  all  along.  He  only  hurt  me.  You 
know,  don't  you?  that  nobody  can  make  my  back 
straight,  but  only  God,  and  I've  left  off  asking 
Him.' 

^'  *  He  will  make  it  straight  in  His  own  time,  my 
darling,'  I  said  very  gently.  '  One  day  you  will 
shut  your  eyes  and  open  them  in  another  world, 
where  there  is  no  such  sorrow  as  yours.' 

"He  gravely  nodded,  looking  through  the  window 
and  away  across  the  gray  expanse  of  London 
roofs. 

" '  You  mean  that  I  shall  die.  1  shouldn't  mind 
it  much,  I  think,  only  Teddy  would  miss  me,  and 
nursie,  and  1  believe  Fenton  would  cry.  He  did 
when  1  came  away  this  time,  and  he  is  nineteen, 
and  quite  a  man,  even  with  a  moustache.' 

"^A  good  many  people  love  you,  you  see,'  I  said 
cheerfully. 

" '  Yes,  nursie  and  Fenton  and  you.  Fm  so  glad 
1  know    you.     There's  one  thing,'  he  said,   with  an 


2lS 


ELIZABETH  GLE^,   M.S. 


old-world,  wis(?   look  in  lii>  f? 


ICC 


If  I  died   Frank 


wonld  be  the  heir.  Tm  the  hoir,  did  you  know  ? 
that's  why  it's  so  hard  on  papa,  for,  of  course,  if  I 
t^rew  up,  and  was  like  this,  who  wouhl  h)ok  after 
Fort  Levton  ?  Don't  you  see  it  would  be  better  if 
I  did  die?' 


''  I  got  up  from  my  chair.  I  could  not  bear  it, 
indeed  I  could  not.  To  hear  such  a  (thild  gravely 
discussing  the  possible  advantage  to  others  of  his 
death  was  intolerably  cruel.  It  showed  th;it  the 
truth  as  it  appeared  to  these  selfish  people  had  not 
been  hid  from  him,  and  the  sensitive  heart  of  the 
boy  had  grown  familiar  with  the  idea  until  he  re- 
garded it  as  a  sad  and  inevitable  foct.  That  very 
day  going  downstairs  I  met  Mrs.  Brooke.  She  had 
just  come  in  from  a  drive,  and  the  carriage  with  its 
prancing  horses,  2)erfect  in  every  detail,  stood  at  the 
door,  quite  eclipsing  my  humble  equipage.  She  was 
a  radiant  vision  in  her  elegant  carriage  cloak  trimmed 
with  priceless  Russian  sables,  but  as  I  thought  of 
the  lonely  child  heart  upstairs  I  could  not  admire 
her  ;  1  only  felt  sick  at  heai't.  She  looked  surprised 
for  a  moment  as  if  struggling  to  recollect  me  ;  then 
she  bowed  with  extreme  graciousness  and  spoke. 

" '  Oh,  you  are  Miss  Glen,  of  course.     You  come 


Port  leyton  s  heir. 


21<) 


(1  Frank 
I  know  ? 
irse,  if  I 
K)k  after 
better  if 

bear  it, 

gravely 

s  of  his 

hat    the 

had  not 

t  of  the 

1  he  re- 

lat   very 

She  had 

with  its 

at  the 

he  was 

rimmed 

light  of 

achuire 

irprised 

;  then 

ake. 

n  come 


e/erv  dav,  I  am  told,  and  1  liave  been  sorrv  not  to 
see  yon,  but  I  am  so  mnc!,  engaged.  Will  yon  step 
in  here  a  moment  ?' 

"I  followed  lier  into  the  room,  whicli  happened 
to  be  tho  drawiriir-room,  and  where  a  footman  was 
seeing  to  tlie  tire  and  the  liglits. 

" '  Bring  tea  now,'  she  said  c^nickly,  and  the  man 
withdrew. 

" '  Now  please  do  tell  me  what  you  think  of  your 
patient,'  she  said,  with  a  quick  impcriousness.  '  How 
do  you  find  him  ?  ' 

" '  Growing  weaker,'  I  replied,  sadly  and  listlessly. 
The  contrast  depressed  me.  I  had  not  sufficient 
energy  even  to  show  the  indignation  which  surged 
in  my  heart.  'I  should  advise  you  to  take  your  boy 
back  to  the  country  if  you  wish  him  to  live.' 

"  I  c6uld  not  help  throv/ing  a  certain  amount  of 
significance  into  the  last  sentence,  but  if  she  noticed 
it  she  disdained  to  show  it.  'We  shall  all  be  going 
shortlv,  in  le^s  than  three  weeks.  1  sliould  think 
it  would  be  better  to  wait  till  then,  it  will  be 
warmer.' 

" '  He  is  eating  his  heart  out  for  the  freedom  iind 
the  freshness  of  the  country,  Mrs.  Brooke,'  1  said. 
*If  it  is  not  convenient  to  move  him  there,  why  not 


220 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B, 


let  him  go  ont  daily  in  the  park  with  his  nurse  ? 
It  is  only  a  stone's  tlirow.* 

"*It  has  been  very  cold  as  yet,  and  his  chair  is 
not  here,  neither  is  the  man  who  attends  him  at 
Port  Leyton,'  she  said,  ta|)i)iiig-  her  foot  impatiently 
on  the  ormolu  fender.  '  It  was  quite  a  mistake 
bringing  him  here,  but  his  father  would/ 

"  I  had  never  seen  the  father,  but  that  remark 
made  me  think  better  of  him  than  I  had  yet  done. 
*  I  can  only  advise,  Mrs.  Brooke,'  I  said  coldly. 
She  was  a  great  lady,  accustomed  to  be  flattered 
and  conciliated,  and  I  saw  that  my  manner  angered 
her. 

"  *  What  do  you  think  of  his  condition  as  a  whole  ? 
Mrs.  Ransome  says  you  are  very  clever.  Have  you 
discovered  anything  the  other  doctors  overlooked?' 

"  There  was  a  liglit  mockery  in  her  tone  which 
at  aaother  time  1  should  have  been  quick  to  resent, 
but  I  only  answered  (piietly,  '  There  is  nothing  to 
discover.  The  boy  has  a  delicate  frame,  of  course, 
sensitive  to  every  change.  With  care  he  may  liv3  to 
be  an  old  man.'  , 

"  I  saw  her  face  change,  and  I  knew  that  she  felt 
disappointed.  You  look  shocked,  dear,  and  almost 
as  if  you  thought  what  I  am  telling  you  impossible  j 


mmf' 


PORT  LEYTON'S  HEIR. 


221 


nurse  ? 

chair  is 

him   at 

jiitiently 

mistake 

remark 
et  done. 

coldly, 
flattered 

angered 

i  whole  ? 
ave  you 
oked  ? ' 
|e   which 

resent, 
hinsT  to 

course, 
,'  liv3  to 

she  felt 
almost 
lossible  ; 


but  I  am  not  exaggerating,  and  I  say  that  that 
woman,  the  idol  of  society,  the  lovely  and  popular 
Mrs.  Leyton  Brooke,  was  at  that  moment  at  heart 
a  murderer,  because  she  truly  wished  the  death  of 
another  creature,  and  that  her  own  child.  He  was  a 
burden  and  an  eyesore  to  her  ;  she  wished  he  would 
depart  to  make  room  for  her  own  idol.  That  was 
the  naked  truth,  and  she  knew  that  i  knew  it.  After 
that,  o_  course,  I  did  not  remain  to  tea.  i  could  not 
have  broken  bread  in  her  house.  Well,  the  days 
went  on,  and  Myles  Brooke  was  not  sent  home  to 
Leyton,  nor  was  my  advice  about  the  park  followed. 
The  weather  grew  milder,  the  breath  of  si)ring  was 
abroad  ;  the  fresh  downy  buds  were  on  every  hedge 
and  tree,  the  brooding  twitter  of  birds  even  in  the 
London  air.  One  day,  wlieo  alone,  Mylrs  managed  to 
open  wide  his  nursery  window  to  feel  the  spring,  as  he 
said  to  me,  and  sitting  there  for  nearly  an  hour  with 
his  head  laid  on  the  window-sill  trying  to  coax  the 
sparrows  to  come  to  him,  he  caught  the  cold  which 
took  him  away.  They  sent  for  me  that  evening,  and 
I  found  him  in  a  hot  fever,  and  complaining  of  an 
acute  pain  in  his  side.  From  the  first  1  never  had 
any  hope  of  him,  because  his  strength  was  reduced, 
but  I  did  what  I  could.     He  gi;e.7  daily  worse,  how- 


,!    . 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,   M.B. 


ever,  and  at  length,  wheu  I  had  told  his  mother  there 
was  no  hope,  she  elected  to  make  a  great  fuss,  calling 
in  for  consultation  all  the  famons  physician.",  in  town. 
It  was  absurd,  there  was  nothing  to  consult  about. 
The  child  was  dying  of  a  simple  and  common  com- 
plaint ;  and  all  the  skill  of  all  the  colleges;  on  earth 
could  not  have  saved  him.  His  father  was  salmon- 
fishing  in  Scotland,  enjoying  the  first  rod  on  a  duke's 
preserves,  and  though  word  was  sent  him  he  did  not 
hurry  himself.  I  will  do  him  the  justice  to  say  he 
did  not  think  it  urgent,  the  boy  had  so  often  been 
seriously  ill  before.  I  spent  as  much  time  as  I  could 
with  the  child,  who  was  often  delirious  ;  then  he 
would  call  for  his  mother  in  tones  of  the  most  intense 
longing.  He  betrayed  in  all  his  delirium  how  much 
the  one  idea  possessed  his  soul,  the  idea  that  he  was 
a  burden  and  a  cumberer  of  the  "ground.  One  dav 
— only  yesterday  indeed  -  she  happened  to  look  in 
during  my  visit,  and  as  we  stood  by  the  bed  he  looked 
straight  up  at  her  and  said  simply  : 

'''Mamma,  I'm  going  to  die,  and  Fnmk  will  be 
the  heir.  When  you  come  to  heaven  and  see  my 
back  straight  will  you  love  me  like  you  do  him ' 

"  I  don't  know  how  she  I'efrained  from  clasping 
him  to  her  heart,  pouring  into  his  ears  a  tliousand 


r  there 
calling 
1  town, 
about, 
•n  com- 
•n  earth 
5almon- 
L  duke's 
did  not 
say  he 
Bn  been 
I  could 
;hen   he 
intense 
much 
he  was 
ne   day 
ook   in 
looked 

vill   be 
bee   my 


PORT  LEYTON'b   HEIR. 


22; 


lisping 
DiKsaud 


endearing  words,  but  she  only  coloured  uneasily  and 
gave  hira  a  can;! ess  pat  on  the  head. 

'"Nonsense,  Mylc^s,  you  are  not  .i^oing  to  dio  yd. 
We  are  soon  going  back  to  Ley  ton,  where  you'll  get 
your  chair  and  all  your  other  things  next  week  ; 
won't  he.  Miss  (Jlcn?' 

"  Myles  looked  at  me  witli  a  slight,  sweet,  under- 
standing smile. 

'' '  We  know  better,'  he  said,  in  a  faint  whisp'^r  ; 
'  and  Frank  will  make  a  better  heir.' 

"She  looked  as  slu;  felt,  truly  uncomfortable. 
With  a  light  kiss  she  left  him,  and  that  was  the 
last  time  she  saw  him  in  life. 

"  This  morning  I  })aid  my  first  visit  there,  and 
found  him  far  spent  but  quite  conscious.  I  would 
tell  you  if  1  dared  trust  myself  how  he  clung'  to  me, 
seeming  happier  when  1  was  with  him.  His  talk, 
when  he  was  able  to  talk  at  all,»was  all  of  heaven, 
where  he  firmly  believed  there  awaited  him  a  heritage 
of  health  and  strength.  We  know  verv  little  of 
these  hidden  things,  of  course,  but  we  do  know, 
that  compensation  will  be  adequate  ;  so  I  had  no 
hesitation  about  allowing  and  enconragmg  him  to 
dwell  upon  the  happy  home  to  which  he  hMsr<*ned. 
It   will   be   to  the  end  of  my   life  a  sweet  thought 


224 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B 


that  I  had  been  able  to  call  ap  a  smile  and  a 
look  of  jieace  to  thai  worn,  sad  child -lace.  On 
my  way  home  from  my  round  tliis  afternoon  I 
called  at  Portman  Si^uare  again,  and  finding  my 
poor  boy  so  ill,  I  remained.  The  end  was  not 
far  off.  His  mother  was  not  at  home,  and  when 
she  did  return,  about  half-past  six,  liad  to  make  haste 
to  dress  for  a  dinner  at  the  French  l^^mhassv.  About 
seven  o'clock,  as  nurse  and  1  watched  by  our  darling's 
bed — heartbroken  because  we  could  do  so  little  for 
him — he  quietly  closed  his  eyes,  and  we  saw  that  God 
had  taken  him,  and  I  knelt  down  by  his  bed  and 
uttered  a  passi(>nute  thanksgiving  for  so  happy  a 
release.  Before  I  left  the  room  1  cut  one  of  his 
curls  from  his  head,  and  here  it  is.  As  1  slipped 
downstairs  I  saw  the  woman — his  mother — come  out 
of  her  dressing-room  in  all  the  bravery  of  her  white 
satin  and  flashing  diamonds,  and  while  her  slight, 
cold  salutation  trembled  on  her  lips  I  looked  her  very 
steadily  in  the  eyes. 

"  '■  Madam,  I  have  come  from  your  son's  death-bed, 
and  from  thanking  God  on  my  knees  for  his  release. 
Yet  I  loved  him  well.' 

"  So  I  left  her,  and  I  have  come  straight  to  you. 
Oh,  my  dear,  I  thank  God  you  are  not  a  fashionable 


and   a 

?,.  On 
noon  I 
ncr    mv 

^as  not 
\  when 
^e  haste 

About 
larliug's 
ittle  for 
hat  God 
bed  and 
happy   a 

of   his 

slipped 
ome  out 
er  white 
slight, 

er  very 

|ath-bed, 
release. 

to  you. 
lionable 


PORT  LEYTON'S   HEIR, 


225 


mother,  and  that  your  child  will  uover  know  the 
heart-hunger  that  killed  poor  little  Myles  Brooke. 
Compensation — yes,  there  had  need  to  be  comj)ensa- 
tion  somewhere  for  such  sorrows,  else  must  belief 
utterly  fail." 

"  It  is  sure,"  I  said  softly.  "  And  He  loved  the 
children,  and  has  alreadv  welcomed  little  Mvlos 
Brooke  to  the  kingdom  forbidden  him  here.  Let  that 
thought  comfort  you,  Elizabetli.  Keep  it  in  your 
heart  beside  the  happy  knowledge  that  you  were  able 
to  do  so  much  for  him  here." 

But  a  weight  of  sadness  oppressed  my  friend's 
heart,  I  could  see,  and  I  loved  her  for  it. 

It  is  such  natures  who  make  every  human  sorrow 
their  own  ;  who  carry  out  here  the  Master's  behest, 
and  who  impart  His  message  of  hope  and  comfort  to 
suffering  souls  in  their  hour  of  need. 


!.") 


IX. 


HAintAHA. 


"T~^17.  GLEN  and  T  had  Ix'on  disrnssinfr  tlie  sprvanf 
(|uestioii.  and  liad  come  to  the  conrlnsion  that 
onr  mothers  surely  ])osse>sed  some  secret  tliev  had 
not  beqneatlied  to  ns,  a  secret  wliich  seemed  in  those 
earlier  and  sim])h»r  days  to  have  solved  the  whole 
difficulty  of  honseliold  management. 

"  You  liave  used  the  word  which  is  the  key  to  the 
whole,  matter,"  said  Dr.  Glen,  in  her  usual  (juietly 
decisive  wav.  "  It  is  simplicitv  we  want.  We  exact 
too  much  from  our  donestics." 

"  I  am  sure  you  don  t,  Elizabeth,"  I  made  answer 
calmly.  "  Tlie  way  you  pamper  that  Margaret  of 
yours  has  become  a  matter  of  history." 

"  Oh,  Margaret  is  an  exception,  and  besides,  I  had 

no  particular  case  in  view  when  I  made  the  assertion. 

1  merely  laid  down  a  general  principle,  and  I  know 

that   your   view  entirely  coincides   with  mine,  for  1 

226 


BARHARA. 


227 


servant 
)n  tliiit 
ov  bad 
n  those 
5  whole 

to  the 

(piietly 

|e  exact 

answer 
laret  of 

;,  I  had 

[sertion. 

Il  know 

for  1 


have  rieard  yon  nay  practically  tlie  same  fhiii^  dozens 
of  times." 

"Yon  are  very  sliarj)  to-day,  Elizahctli,  and  I 
won't  risk  argnf'yin*;,  as  Mur«i;aret  says.  I  came  for 
my  dole  of  copy  anyliovv,  and  not  to  discuss  tlie 
hnrninp:  (piestions  of  the  day.  Yon  always  do  ])ut 
me  off  till  the  last  moment,  hnt  1  mnst  hav(!  it  this 
afternoon.  I'm  behind  as  it  is,  and  can't  helj) 
myself" 

"  Yon  on,<j:ht  to  have  been  a  man,  dear,  and  yon 
would  have  shone  in  dii)lomatic  circles  ;  but  there, 
1  shall  not  tease  yon  any  more.  Talking  of  servants, 
the  old  race  and  the  new,  the  ('aleb  Balderston  tyjx^ 
is  not  (jnite  extinct  yet." 

"  No,  so  long  as  Margaret  is  the  prop  and  main- 
stay of  tliis  perfectly  a})pointed  establishment.  I 
know  all  about  it." 

"  Don't  be  in  such  a  hurry.  I  wasn't  thinking  of 
Margaret,  whom  1  know  you  wickedly  covet,  but  of 
another,  su])erior  in  some  respects  to  her.  iSliall  1 
give  you  the  story  ?  " 

"  If  you  think  it'll  do,"  I  said  doubtfully.  "  If  not, 
postpone  it,  for  I  really  am  in  a  hurry." 

"  Well,  if  it  doesn't  do  for  one  section  of  your 
readers  it  will  for  another.     I  think  mvself  it  is  one 


Sfl8 


ELIZABEIH   GLEN,   M.B. 


of  the  most  touchiug  little   bits  I  have  come  across 
for  years/' 

''Well?"  I  said  inquiringly;  and  Elizabeth  took 
up  a  j)i('ce  of  work  she  was  busy  with,  embroidering 
a  baby's  frock. 

"  You  don't  look  a  bit  like  a  doctor,  Elizabeth. 
I  reallv  think  von  »::row  v(Hni<::er  every  day,"  1  said 
suddenly,  struck  by  her  bright,  beautiful,  girlish  look. 
"1  huve  ever  so  many  letters  asking  your  address, 
and  1  believe  I  am  right  in  withholding  it.  So  long 
as  I  wra])  you  in  a  veil  of  mystery,  my  readers  regard 
you  with  a  juoper  mixture  of  awe  and  respect, 
while " 

"  A  personal  interview  would  entirely  dispel  it,"  she 
supplemented.  ''  You  are  nothing  if  not  compli- 
mentary and  candid." 

"  They'd  fall  in  love  with  you,  every  man  and 
woman  of  them,  and  you  know  it,  Elizabeth.  But 
really,  dearest,  you  seem  lately  to  have  acquired  the 
secret  of  perpetual  youth." 

A  vivid  blush  rose  suddenly  and  quickly  to  her 
face,  and  she  hid  it  in  the  creamy  folds  of  the  baby's 
frock. 

"  I  wish  you  would  remember  how  rude  it  is  to 
make  such  personal  remarks,"  she  said,  with  an  odd, 


BAIili  \RA. 


329 


1  across 

ith  took 
oidering 

lizabeth. 
"  1  said 
iish  look, 
address, 
So  long 
Ts  regard 
respect, 

it,''  she 
compli- 

raaii  and 
;th.  But 
uired  the 

y  to   her 
16  baby's 

it  is  to 
an  odd, 


(liHtiirbed  little  laugh.     ^^  Do  you  want  that  story  or 
do  vou  not  ?  " 

Of  courwe  1  said  1  did  want  it ;  and  after  a  little 
pause  she  bciran  : — 

"  I  met  niv  licroiut;  in  vtTv  unt'onvcntional  circuni- 
stMiices,  and  at  first  sight  [  paid  no  s(H't  of  attciition 
to  her,  being  misled,  as  we  so  (tftcri  arc,  Ity  mere 
appearances;  And  certainly  Harbara  Waite  was  not 
a  particuljirly  roiuiiiitic-looi<iiig  person  the  first  time 
I  saw  her  in  my  surgery  on  a  certain  December 
evening  a  year  or  two  ago.  My  consulting  hours 
were  over,  and  I  was  making  up  my  books,  when  the 
bell  rang  again,  and  Barbara  was  shown  in.  It  was 
half  a  minute  before  I  even  looked  round,  and  wiiei. 
I  did  I  saw  a  short,  spare  person  in  a  rather  scanty 
black  gown  and  an  old  waterproof  cloak,  under  which 
I  saw  the  hem  of  a  white  aj»ron.  Slie  luid  the  tiood 
of  her  cloak  drawn  over  her  cap,  so  1  Inid  no  difficulty 
whatever  in  divining  that  she  was  a  domestic  servant. 

"  *  Good  evening,'  1  said  pleasantly,  but  a  trifle 
severely.  '  My  surgery  hours  are  over ;  it's  after 
nine.' 

"  *  Yes,  ma'am  ;  but  I  don't  want  to  see  you  myself. 
It's  my  mistress,'  she  replied  ;  and  when  she  spoke 
1  looked  at  her  in  secret  amazement,  and  witli  a  new, 


230 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,    M.B. 


keen  interest.  I  have  heard  many  voices,  both  sweet 
and  harsh,  in  my  time,  but  I  never  lieard  one  more 
musical  than  Barbara  Waite's  ;  it  was  simply 
exquisite. 

"  *  And  where  does  your  mistress  live  ?  '  I  inquired  ; 
and  her  face  now  began  to  attract  me,  though  it  was 
rather  thin,  scrnggy,  and  worried-looking,  with  no 
special  beauty  of  feature  to  recommend  it.  But  it 
was  an  honest,  good  face,  and  the  eyen  were  tender 
and  true.  She  looked  a  woman  of  five-and-thirty, 
or  even  more. 

" '  Not  far,  ma'am,  only  in  Bedford  Square,'  she 
replied,  with  a  little  eager,  pathetic  glance.  '  She's 
been  bad  for  some  days,  and  we  can't  do  anything 
with  her  this  time,  so  I  came  of  my  own  accord  for 
you.' 

'  AVhat's  the  matter  with  her  ? '   I  asked  briefly. 
She  drew  lier  hand   across    lier   eyes,  and  I  saw 
a  faint  colour  risc*  in  her  cheeks. 

"  '  I'll  have  to  toll,  ma'am,  I  suppose,  though  it 
hurts,  it  does  indeed,  for  we  were  chihlren  togetlier, 
as  it  were,  in  the  old  Surrey  village,'  she  said,  with 
a  ciitcli  in  her  voice. 

"'Drink?'  1  said  incpiiringly. 

"  She    nodded,    and   an    expression   of  relief  came 


u 


u 


BARBARA. 


231 


sweet 

more 

imply 

lired  ; 
it  was 
th  no 
But  it 
tender 
•thirty, 

e,'  she 
'  She's 
ythitig 

ord  for 

briefly. 
I  saw 

ugh  it 
gether, 
I,  witb 


f  came 


upon  her  face.  Evidently  she  had  dreaded  being 
called  n])on  to  give  copious  exidanations. 

"  '  You  say  you  can't  do  anything  with  her.  Has 
she  got  delirium  tremens  ?  ' 

"  She  nodded  again,  and  inimediately  burst  into 
tears.  1  turned  back  to  my  book  and  left  her  to 
recover  herself,  which  she  speedily  did. 

"*  Excuse  me,  ma'am,'  she  said,  'but  it's  been 
bottled  up  in  me  that  long  I  can't  help  it,  an'  you 
do  look  as  if  you  understood  things.  It's  for  the 
master  and  the  little  children  my  heart's  broke,  as 
well  as  for  her.' 

" '  Has  she  been  long  at  it  ? '  I  inquired,  as  I 
locked  my  ledger  up  and  prepared  to  accompany  her. 

" '  Yes'm,  more  or  less  for  five  years,  an'  it's 
changed  'er  very  natur',  it  has.' 

"  *  It  always  does,'  I  said  briefly.  '  When  a 
woman  once  takes  to  drink,  it's  almost  hopeless. 
Is  she  young  ?  ' 

"  '  Not  so  very — near  forty,  ma'am.  Miss  Ethel, 
she's  sixteen.' 

"'What's  her  name?' 

" '  Etheridge  ;  an'  master,  he's  a  banker  in  the 
city,  an'  there  ain't  many  like  /////^,'  she  said,  witli 
emphasis  ;  but  1  did  not  ask  her  whether  it  was  for 


232 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


good  or  for  bad  (qualities  he  was   distinguished.     I 
supposed  I  should  soon  find  out  for  myself. 

"  I  walked  round  with  Barbara  Waite,  she  talking 
all  the  way,  telling  me  little  things  about  her  muster 
and  mistress,  to  prepare  me,  as  it  were,  for  my 
reception.  I  saw  that  the  faithful  soul  was  devoted 
to  the  house  in  which  she  served,  and  that  a  secret 
shame  over  its  dishonour  was  hard  upon  her  ;  and 
I  also  felt  that  her  outsj)okenness  indicated  that  she 
had  found  in  me  some  quality  that  inspired  her 
faith.  She  felt  intensely  relieved,  I  could  see,  that 
I  took  her  story  in  such  a  matter-of-fact  way. 

"  The  house  was  a  good  one,  well  furnished  and 
well  cared  for,  all  by  the  liands  of  Barbara  Waite, 
assisted  by  a  tall  slip  of  a  girl,  Ethel  Etheiidge. 
They  liad  done  their  utmost  to  keep  their  sorrow 
hid.  In  order  that  no  outside  person  might  behold 
it,  Barbara  Waite  cheerfully  did  the  work  of  three, 
and  it  had  told  upon  her,  making  her  old  and 
unlovely  before  her  time. 

"  The  cries  and  mutterings  of  my  poor  distracted 
patient  met  us  at  the  door.  Barbara  looked  at  me 
with  a  wistful,  meaning  look,  the  pathos  of  which 
I  never  forgot.  We  went  upstairs  at  once,  and  a 
gentleman  came  out  of  a  room  on  the  first  landing, 


Mlhlliill 


gum 


BAR  1 1.  IRA. 


23.? 


and  looked  at  me  verv  keeulv  as  he  said  '  o^ood 
evening.'  He  was  a  fine-looking  man,  not  mucli 
over  forty,  but  his  face  was  haggard  and  careworn, 
and  his  hair  prematurely  silvered  ovei^  the  temples. 
I  felt  interested  in  him  at  once. 

"  ^  Good  evening,  Dr.  Glen.  I  suppose  Barbara 
has  informed  vou  of  the  condition  in  which  vou 
will  find  my  poor  wife  ? ' 

"  I  nodded  gravely.  It  was  not  a  case  for  speech. 
He  0})ened  the  bedroom  door,  nnd  we  three  went  in. 
As  wo  did  so,  the  poor  creature,  pursued  by  the 
pliantoms  of  her  delirium,  leaped  out  of  bed  witli 
a  scream  of  terror  and  crouclied  at  my  feet,  a 
pitiful  figure  in  white,  with  a  wild  face  and  despair- 
haunted  eyes.  I  need  not  expatiate  on  her  condition. 
If  you  have  ever  seen  a  person  sufi*ering  in  this 
way,  you  will  understand  how  poor  Mrs.  Etheridge 
looked  ;  if  not — well,  I  need  not  try  to  draw  the 
picture  for  you.  She  calmed  down  a  little  when  1 
spoke  to  her,  and  by-a»^d-by  we  maiiiiged  to  get 
her  to  bed.  She  kept  hold  of  my  hand  like  a  vice, 
seeming  to  feel  some  support  in  my  presence,  and 
I  sat  there  till  Mr.  Etheridge,  under  my  directions, 
prepared  the  draught  I  had  brought.  She  was  still 
young,  and  must  have  been  once  a  beautiful  creature  ; 


234 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,    MB. 


but  yon  know,  of  course,  Low  snc.li  indnlfronce  robs 
the  buiuuii  i'aco  of  its  liiglier  boaiity,  be(;rtns(^  it 
destroys  the  son].  AJtlioii,^:li  ([nieter,  she  talked 
incessantly,  railing  against  ber  husband  and  her 
faithful  servant,  glaring  at  botli  so  vindictively 
and  viciously  that  I  marvelled.  Just  as  the  draught 
was  beginning  to  take  effect,  a  young  girl  entered 
the  room,  the  eldest  daugliter,  sweet  Etiiel  Etlieridge, 
who  ib  going  to  be  married  next  month  to  my  friend 
Dr.  Gower.  Sb .  looked  just  as  you  might  expect 
a  sensitive  girl  to  look  in  such  circumstances,  worn 
and  terrified  and  sad.  Gradually,  as  the  strong 
draught  did  its  work,  iMrs.  Etheridge  grew  quieter, 
until  at  last  she  lay  perfedly  still,  and  her  fierce 
grasp  on  my  fingers  relaxed. 

"  *  Thank  God,'  said  the  unhappy  husband,  as  lie 
looked  on  the  unconscious  face  of  his  poor  wife  ; 
and  I  saw  Barbara  wipe  her  eyes  and  take  a  long 
breath.  I  gave  a  few  simple  directions,  and  when  1 
rose  to  go  Mr.  Etheridge  accompanied  me  down-stairs. 

" '  Will  you  step  in  here  a  minute.  Dr.  Glen  ?  ' 
lie  said  at  tho  dining-room  door,  and  I  silently 
Ibllowed  him  in. 

" '  Will  you  tell  me  quite  frankly  what  you  think 
of  Mrs.  Etliei'idgeV  condition?*' 


BARBARA. 


235 


'g' 


think 


'**  It  is  raost  serious,'  T  rqilicd'  at  once.  '  Evidently 
this  nnliHppy  stati;  of  affairs  hns  lasted  a  h)ni:;  time. 
I  find  her  nervous  system  so  completely  shattered 
that  I  conclude  she  has  had  man}'  such  attacks  as 
the  one  slie  is  now  suffering  from.' 

'*  *  Yes,  many,'  he  re])lied,  in  a  low,  hopeless  tone. 
'  We  have  done  what  we  could.  God  knows  every- 
thing has  been  tried,  and  yet  slie  finds  tlie  where- 
withal. It  is  a  fearful  curse,  Dr.  Glen,  especially 
when  it  falls  U2)on  a  woniiin,  and  the  mother  of 
children.* 

'*  He  was  not  a  man  given  to  much  talk,  I  could 
see.  He  struck  me  ratlier  as  being  reserved  and 
self-contained.  His  case  moved  me  deeply,  and  I 
suppose  I  showed  it  in  my  face,  thus  encouraging 
him  to  tell  me  more. 

"  *  It  is  an  inherited  tendency,'  he  continued  ; 
'and  I  have  done  my  best  to  shield  her.  But  in 
L(Uidon,  surrounded  as  we  are  on  every  hand  by 
such  fearful  temptations,  our  pooi"  precautions  were 
but  a  mockery,  and  she  has  gone;  down  step  by 
step  till  every  spark  of  feeling  for  those  she  once 
loved  is  dead.' 

" '  Have  you  nok",  sent  her  away,  or  tried  living  in 
the  country  ?  '  1  inquired. 


[I 
[i 


236 


ELIZA  BETH   GLEN,   M.li. 


"  *  Yes,  everything-  has  ])een  tried  ;  Barbara  will 
tell  you  that ;  but  it  is  (|uite  hopeless.  If  I  were  to 
tell  you  the  whole  history  of  her  case,  with  its  painful 
examples  of  (liphmiacy  and  cunning,  it  would  make 
vour  heart  ache  :  but  1  mnst  not  detain  vou.  You 
tind  her  seriously  ill,  then?' 

"  '  I  do.  Of  course  it  is  not  easy  to  predict  in  such 
cases.  They  are  most  deceptive.  But  my  opinion 
when  1  left  her  was  that  her  re<'overy  was  doubtful.' 

''  He  took  a  stride  across  the  floor.  I  saw  his  face 
twitch  ;  then  he  opened  the  door. 

"'  Will  you  come  here  a  monu^nt,  Dr.  Glen?' 

"I  followed  liim  mutely,  and,  in  a  back  room  fitted 
up  like  a  nursery,  he  sliowed  me  three  chihiren  asleep, 
the  youngest  a  l)aby  of  two  years,  lovely  as  an  angel. 
The  adoring  love  in  her  father's  face  as  he  bent  over 
her  might  have  stirred  her  little  heart,  even  in  that 
sweet,  unconscious  slumber. 

"  '  Would  vou  not  think  the>e  worth  livinj]:  for  ?  And 
1 — 1  have  tried  to  be  a  good,  kind  huslcind  to  her  ; 
but  she  is  as  indifferent  to  me  and  to  these  as  if  no 
tie  bound  us.  God  help  the  children,  and  save  them 
from  their  mother's  fate.  I  sometimes  have  a  pang 
of  remorse  looking  on  them.  It  might  have  been 
better  for  them  had  they  never  seeu  the  liurht.' 


B«ifeliaBSl^il*i«!sV.'-»«"' 


BARB. -IRA. 


237 


over 
thiit 

And 
het'  ; 
f  no 
:luMii 
3aiig 
been 


"  *  Ob,  hush  I '  I  said,  a  little  sharply.  '  Take  what 
comfort  you  can,  and  for  the  rest — trust  in  God.' 

"I  do  not  often  use  such  words.  Talking  religion 
is  not  my  forte." 

"No,  you  live  it,  Elizabeth,"  I  said,  looking  into 
her  sweet  face  with  a  sober  gladness,  because  she  was 
my  friend,  and  because  1  knew  slie  loved  me.  She 
smiled  a  little,  and  went  on  : 

"  My  words,  commonplace  as  they  were,  seemed  to 
comfort  him,  and  when  presently  I  went  away  he 
wrung  my  hand  at  parting,  and  blessed  me  for  my 
coming.  Never  had  I  felt  more  keenly  that  my  skill 
amounted  to  but  little,  after  all.  I  could  do  nothing 
but  administer  what  would  sootlie  and  quieten,  and 
somehow  I  could  not  but  think  that  death  for  once 
would  be  a  healer  and  a  kind  friend  to  Mrs.  Etheridge 
herself,  and  all  in  that  unhappy  house  upon  which 

such  a  bitter  curse  had  fallen. 

*  »  •  #  • 

"  She  only  lived  three  days,  and  passed  away  in  a 
state  of  coma,  without  being  able  to  speak  a  word  of 
comfort  in  passing  to  those  whose  hearts  her  sin  had 
torn.  J.  was  present  when  she  died,  and  1  went  I'ound 
again  in  the  evening,  when  I  saw  Barbai'a,  and  had 
a  long  talk  with  lier. 


238 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,    M.B. 


(( 


*It  hoiTiiii,   Dr.  Glen, 


S}11( 


1   si. 


ft( 


soon   sitter   ner 


nuirriage.  Slu;  was  u  wild  girl  at  homo  -lier  own 
mother  could  not  control  lior  ;  nnd  she  never  wanted 
to  marry  Mr.  Ktlieridge,  good  as  gohl  though  lie  is. 
Ilcr  he  "t  v"  set  on  a  young  harrister,  who  wouhl 
liave  l)rc  .  n  lii'r  heart  if  she'd  married  him,  and  it's 
my  belief  iii.bt  \\i<  was  the  beginning  of  it.  It  never 
does  to  force  anybody  to  marry,  does  it,  ma'am  ?  ' 

"'Did  Mr.  )itheridge  know  that  slie  cared  so  little 
for  him?'  1  asked,  interested  in  spite  of  myself.  1 
had  no  iiesitation  in  asking,  for  Barbara  was  so  truly 
a  friend  of  the  family,  so  devoted  even  to  the  poor 
creature  who  had  })ass('d  away,  tliat  I  felt  it  was 
betraying  no  trust  to  listen  to  her. 

" '  Not  till  after.  It  was  hurried  on,  and  then — 
and  then ' — and  here  Barbara's  cheek  flushed  a  little 
— '  she  met  the  other  in  London,  and  that  was  the 
beginning  liere.  It  nearly  l)roke  his  heart — my 
master's  1  mean — for  he  worshipped  the  very  ground 
she  trod  on,  and  it's  a  mercy,  1  think  in  my  own 
soul,  that  she's  gone,  for  things  were  getting  <]uite 
desperate.' 

" '  I  siaj)pose,'  I  said  gently,  '  you  will  remain  here 
and  take  care  of  the  children  ?  ' 

u  i  (_\i,  ygg^»  ^Ijp  answered  in  some  surprise.     '  I've 


/?./AV>'./A\/. 


2;o 


the 

— mv 

ound 

own 

(juite 

here 


always  boon   licro,  and  1  shan't,  *j^<»  to  no  |»l;ii('  else, 
Itlease  God,  as  lonj,^  as  tlic  chihlren  \wi'A  nie.' 

"Thev  adored  licr,  and  it  was  no  marvel,  llci' 
gentleness,  her  untiring  })atienee  with  tiieni,  was 
wonderful  to  see.  1  was  a  witness  to  it  in  the  next 
six  weelvSj  wlien  the  three  young  cliilih'cn  had  searlet 
lever.  I  visited  (ivery  day,  of  course,  '  ut  always  in 
the  middle  of  the  dav,  when  I  d'Vi  i  see  Mr. 
Fitheridge.  Tlie  atmosphere  in  the  h(;.ise,  liowever, 
in  spite  of  tlie  sickness  among  the  ;jhildren,  was 
l)righter,  and  some  girlislmess  begu  o  steal  back  to 
Ethel's  sad  face,  and  slie  became  more  like  a  girl  of 
her  years.  She  and  1  became  verv  friendlv  :  she  used 
to  come  to  the  surgery  of  an  evening  for  the  children's 
medicine,  and  1  found  her  inteUigent  and  companion- 
able beyond  her  years.  One  evening,  after  I  had 
st()2)ped  my  attendance  at  Bedford  Scpiare,  and  tlie 
convalescents  had  all  been  packed  off  to  Bognor,  Mr. 
Etheridge  came  round  to  pay  my  bill,  though  it  had 
not  been  sent  in.  And  we  talked  a  little,  as  was 
natural,  of  the  children  juid  their  prospects. 

" '  You  have  a  treasure  in  Barbara,'  1  remarked 
incidentally.  *  It  must  be  a  great  comfort  to  you  to 
know  that  she  is  so  utterlv  devoted  to  you  and  vours.' 

"  '  It  is  a  comfort,'  he  replied,  and  it  struck  me  that 


240 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,    MR. 


he  spoke  rather  curtly  and  coolly,  so  I  changed  the 
suhject  ;  but  his  manner  left  a  little  sting  in  my 
mind,  and  I  even  t'elt  a  trifle  indignant,  imagining 
Barbara  was  not  ai)j)reciated  as  she  deserved  to  be. 
I  did  not  see  any  of  the  Etheridges  for  some  time 
after  that ;  it  was  quite  six  months  after,  I  should 
think,  when  Mr.  Etlieridge  came  again  one  evening  to 
my  surgery.  I  thought  him  a  remarkal)ly  tine-looking 
man  as  I  rose  to  shake  hands  with  him,  and  I 
observed  that  he  looked  younger  and  happier,  like  a 
man  wlio  liad  taken  a  new  lease  of  life.  I  congratu- 
lated him  on  liis  looks,  and  when  1  had  inquired  for 
all  the  children  and  for  Barbara,  I  waited  for  him  to 
state  the  business  on  which  he  had  come. 

"  '  I  want  to  consult  you,  Dr.  Glen,'  he  began,  with 
a  sliglit  nervousness,  '  not  quite  professionally,  but 
on  a  purely  personal  matter.' 

" '  If  I  can  be  of  the  slightest  use  I  shall  be  very 
glad,'  I  replied,  sincerely  enough,  for  I  liked  the  man, 
and  1  had  always  felt  sorry  for  him  because  he  had 
been  cheated  of  his  best  happiness.  But  I  believe  1 
must  have  looked  a  little  surprised  ;  I  certainly  felt  it. 

"  *  i  am  contemplating  a  second  marriage,'  he 
said  bluntly,  as  was  his  way.  It  was  impossible 
for  him  to  beat  about  the  bush. 


BARBARA, 


341 


jed  the 

in   mv 

tginiiig 

to  be. 

16  time 

should 

ning  to 

looking 

and    I 

like  a 

ngratii- 

ired  for 

him  to 

n,  with 
y,  but 

^e  very 

man, 

le  had 

lieve  1 

Ifelt  it. 

'   he 

)ssible 


*'*You  are  a  man  in  your  prime  still,  Mr. 
Etheridge,'  I  replied,  as  politely  as  I  could.  '  No- 
body could  l)lame  you.' 

"  *  I  don't  ajiprove  of  second  marringes,'  was  his 
next  remark,  certainly  a  totally  unexpcctod  one, 
'especially  where  there  are  grown-uj)  children. 
Ethel  will  soon  be  seventeen.' 

"Not  knowing  what  to  say,  I  said  nothing.  A 
man  who  is  contemplating  giving  his  children  a 
stepmother  has  generally  a  good  nuiiiy  excuses  for 
the  step  he  proposes  to  take.  1  waited  for  Mr. 
Etheridge  to  make  his. 

"'But  this  is  quite  a  different  case,  Dr.  Glen.  I 
want  to  marrv  Barbura.' 

"'You  want  to  marry  Barbara,  Mr.  Ktheridge? 
oh,  impossible  I ' 

"  I  could  not  help  saying  that,  for  as  1  looked  at 
the  man — handsome,  winning,  every  inch  a  gentle- 
man— and  thought  of  the  scraggy  little  '  general,' 
1  felt  faint  with  surprise. 

"'Yes,  and  why  not?'  he  asked,  almost  fiercely. 

'  If   you   can    point    me   to    another   woman   in    all 

London   with   a    heart    to   compare   with   Barbara'^, 

I'll  marry  her ;  but  it  can't  be  done.' 

"'What   you   say   is   true,'   I   admitted.     'If  you 

16 


242 


FAAZAnETll  GLEN,   MR. 


ask    mo  for   my  opinion,  I  will  say   l^urbura  has  no 
et^iial  ;  if  Ibr  my  advice,  1  will  smv,   Uou't  do  it.* 

* "  Why  ?  '   lie   asked,  standing   over  rac   in   quito 
a  menaciiiir  i'asliion. 


( <( 


Because  she  is  not  suitable  in  many  ways.  Yon 
moan  woll,  I  feol  sure  ;  you  would  nnvard  her  de- 
votion by  the  lii<,Hi(^st  honour  a  man  can  confer  on 
a  wonum  ;  but  if  it  is  her  hai)i)iness  you  desire,  you 
will  think  of  some  other  plan.' 

"  *  It  is  my  own  ]ni}iiiiness  also.  Dr.  Glen  ;  I  lovo 
lier.' 

"  I  looked  at  him  incredulously,  again  drawing 
a  mental  eom])arison  between  the  two.  My  last 
memory  of  Barbara  was  seeing  her  bending  over 
a  wash-tub  in  the  scullery,  making  the  children's 
things  all  clean  and  sweet  for  Bognor.  What  was 
there  about  her  to  win  the  love  of  a  fastidious, 
cultivated  man  like  Steplien   Etheridge  ? 

*' '  She's  out  of  health.  Why  ?  Because  she's 
ruined  it  in  my  service.  She  wants  to  go  away 
because  she's  not  able  for  the  work,  and  can't  bear 
to  see  another  in  her  place.  If  you  can  tell .  me 
anything  else  1  might  do  with  her  except  marry  her, 
I  shall  be  very  much  obliged.' 

'*  1  could  not  help  smiling. 


has  n(> 

0  it; 

[Q   quite 

8.       You 

her  dc- 
)nler  on 
jire,  you 

;  I  love 

drawing 
My  last 
ng  over 
hildren's 
hat  was 
stidious, 

56  she's 
;o  away 
I't  bear 
Itell ,  me 
Irry  her, 


'  llf  YOU   ASK   ME   ton   MV   ADVICE,  {   WILL  SAV,   lAiS  f  DO  IT.'  "  [p,  245t 


BARBARA. 


243 


*'  *  If  you  care  for  her  as  you  say,  it  alters  matters, 
of  course,'  I  ventured  to  remark. 

"'I  do  care  for  her.  She  creates  an  atmosphere 
of  comfort  and  peace  wherever  she  goes.  My 
children  love  her  so  dearly,  they  cannot  do  without 
her — nor  can  I.' 

*' '  Ethel  ?  '  I  said  inquiringly. 

" '  Ethel  is  included.  I  ought  to  have  said  all 
my  children.  There  will  be  no  difficulty  with 
them.      The  difficulty  will  be  with  Barbara  herself/ 

" '  Have  you  spoken  to  her  yet  ? ' 

"  *  No.     I  wish  you  to  do  it.' 

"  Yes,  you  may  laugh,  dear,"  said  Elizabeth, 
with  a  comical  smile.  "I  would  about  as  soon  have 
cut  off  a  log.  Did  I  do  it  ?  Yes,  I  did.  The  very 
next  eveuing,  down  comes  Barbara,  sent  by  Mr. 
Etheridge,  and  when  I  saw  her  come  in  I  felt  about 
as  queer  as  ever  I  felt  in  my  life.  But  I  took  a 
good  look  at  her  all  the  same  ;  and  somehow,  in 
the  light  of  a  new  interest,  I  discovered  new  Ix'autics, 
hitlierto  undreamed  of  in  Barbara  Waite.  1  saw 
that  her  toil-worn  hands  were  small,  cUid  that  she 
sat  down  in-acefnilv,  and  that  her  face  was  interest- 
ing  and  full  of  possibility.  Her  eyes  and  her  voice 
were  always  lovely,  and  many  a  woman  with  smaller 


244 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   MR. 


!   i 


weapons  has  conquered  fate.  I  tried  to  picture  her 
in  a  lady's  attire,  and  1  l)('«;an  to  be  a  trifle  ashamed 
of  my  disjiaraging  remarks  to  Mr.  Etlieridge,  espc- 
cinlly  as  she  was  beaming  at  me  I'rom  out  iier 
sweet,  true  eyes,  regarding  me  as  a  friend  of  the 
family. 

" '  Mr.  Etlieridge  thinks  yon  are  not  very  well, 
Barbara,  and  he  wants  me  to  have  a  little  talk  with 
you,'  1  began,  lamely  enough.  So  far,  however, 
the  situation  was  natural  enough. 

"'That's  true,  ma'am,  I'm  not  well;  an'  did  he 
tell  vou  1  wanted  to  leave  ? ' 

''  There  was  a  curious  wistfulness  in  her  eyes  as 
she  asked  the  question,  which  touched  me  not  a 
little. 

"'  He  did  ;  but  he  will  never  allow  that,  Barbara.' 

*' '  But  1  am  not  able  to  do  the  work,'  she  said 
piteonsly,  'and  I'm  not  going  to  stop  when  I'm  no 
use  to  nobody.' 

'' '  Barbara,'  1  said  calmlv,  '  it  is  very  wicked 
to  talk  like  that.  No  use,  when  vou  have  brouf^ht 
up  all  those  children,  and  made  them  wiiat  they 
are  I     You  can't  leave  them.' 

"  '  It'll  break  my  heart,'  she  said  in  a  low  voice, 
'  to  leave  them  and  him  ;  it'll  break  mv  lieart.' 


BARIiARA. 


245 


re  her 
haraed 
,  cspc- 
it  licr 
of  th(^ 

I  well, 
k  with 
)wever, 

did  he 


pyes  as 
not   a 


)ar9.. 
He   said 
'in  no 

wicked 
ronght 
t  they 

voice, 


"  *  Yon  iiave  no  idea,  I  snppose,  what  Mr.  Etlieridge 
wished  me  to  sp«y  to  you  ? '  I  said  then.  She  shook 
her  head,  and  I  saw  that  slie  was  thinking  of  some- 
thing else. 

"  '  \Vell,  you  needn't  leave  them,  Barbara,  as  long 
as  yon  live.     Listen  to  aie,  my  dear.' 

"  I  lenned  forward  and  laid  mv  hand  on  hers, 
and  I  saw  the;  slow  wonder  gather  in  her  sweet, 
serious  eyes.  '  You  are  a  good  woman,  one  of  the 
noblest  and  most  nnselfisli,'  I  said  impressively, 
though  I  was  tremlding  a  little,  feeling  the  responsi- 
bilitv  of  waking  the  heart  of  the  woman  before  me. 
'  Others  beside  me  have  disctovered  it.  It  is  a  liard 
task  Mr.  Etheridge  has  set  me,  Barbara,  but  I  will 
do  it.  He  wished  me  to  ask  you  not  to  leave  him — ■ 
to  become  the  children's  mother  in  name,  as  vou 
have  long  been  in  loving  thought  and  deed.  He 
cares  for  yon,  Barbara,  as  a  man  shonkl  care  for 
the  woman  he  wishes  to  make  his  wife.  Don't  for 
any  foolish  scruple  throw  away  such  a  chance  of 
happiness  for  him,  for  the  cliildren,  and  for  yourself.' 

"She  looked  at  mt*  straight  and  steady  for  a  full 
minute,  as  if  not  comprehending  ;  then  she  clasped 
her  poor  red  little  hands  together,  and   said  with  a 


littl 


e  jj" 


asp 


246 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,   M.B. 


"*0h,  my  (JodI' 

"  It  was  like  an  appeal  or  a  prayer,  in  which  there 
was  nothing  but  reverence,  and  slie  fi>ed  her  eyes 
on  my  face  ;  and  though  she  said  nothing  at  all, 
thev  made  me  talk.  And  talk  I  did.  I  can't  re- 
member  now  the  lialf  I  said.  After  a  time  she 
went  away,  "rid  there  was  a  dazed  look  on  her 
face,  and  a  dainty  flush  which  told  me  lier  heart 
was  touclied.  It  was  awaking  slowly.  T  had  but 
opened  the  door  a  little  vray  ;  it  was  fo"  Stephen 
Etheridge  himself  to  set  it  wide.  I  prayed  for 
Barbara  that  night,  and  next  morning  I  went  out 
of  my  way  to  call  t*  Bedford  Square.  Ethel  opened 
the  door  to  me,  and  when  she  saw  me  she  threw 
her  arms  round  my  neck  and  gave  me  a  hug. 

"  *  Oh,  dear  Dr.  Gl-  ,,  sucli  a  funny,  delightful 
thing  has  ha]>))ened !  iiarbara's  away,  but  she's 
coming  back  soon  to  be  our  motlier.  Papa  took 
her  last  night  to  her  aunt's  at  Putney,  and  we're 
all  alone,  only  a  charwoman  to  help  us  till  she  comes 
back.' 

"  Of  course  I  said  how  glad  I  was,  and  I  felt  a  trifle 
eager  to  behold  the  interesting  pair.  Barbara  herself 
came  to  me  that  night,  and  when  1  saw  her  I  kissed 
her,  «nd  she  sat  down  all  of  a  tremble,  so  womanly 


iiTTrin 


sJ!*^ 


BARBARA. 


247 


1  there 
w  eyes 
at  all, 
n't  re- 
Qe  slie 
)n  her 
I*  heart 
ad  but 
Stephen 
ed  for 
jDt  out 
opened 
threw 

ightl'ul 
she's 

a  took 
we're 
conies 

trifle 
lerself 
Ikissed 

lauly 


and  so  mo(h'st  in  her  demeanour,  and  yet  so  glad. 
Her  ghuhiess  slione  all  over  her  lace. 

"  '  I've  come  to  tell  you  that  it's  going  to  be/  she 
said  simydy.  '  I  don't  riglitly  understand  how  it's 
come  about,  but  we  can't  part,  any  of  us,  and  I'll  do 
mv  best,  mv  vcrv  ))est,  he  knows  that.' 

"'But  vou  care  for  hiui,  Ktirbara?'  I  said 
anxiously.     '  The  risk  is  too  great  '>therwis€».' 

"'I  have  always  worshipped  him.  Dr.  Glen,'  she 
said  simply;  'and  there's  tlie  cl  .' 

"So  ended,  or  ratlier  began,  the  •     u )1  Barbara. 

What  do  you  think  she  -aid  as  j*i>e  we-it  nt  of  the 
door  ?  " 

I  shook  my  head. 

"  She  said,  '  Poor  missus  !  I  hof»e  it  wu«'t  maJ-  e 
her  feel  bad  wliere  she  is — anyhow  I'll  be  good  .  > 
the  children.'  " 

"  And  how  did  it  turn  out,  FJiz;d)etl    .''  " 

"  Very  well.  Some  day  1  shall  ask  you  to  tea  to 
meet  Mrs.  Etheridge,  and  then  you  (;iin  judge.  There 
was  a  great  deal  of  truth  in  his  I'emark  that  she 
created  an  atmosphere  of  peace  and  sunshine  about 
her — that's  just  Barbara  ;  and  I  think  if  you  saw 
them  together  now,  you  would  ])r()bably  «*y,  -  Wliat 
a  happy-looking,  well-matched  pair.' 


A, 


A   COMMONTLACPJ    TIlAfJKDY. 


t     i 


I  i 


"TTAVE   voii  ever  met  witli  fiiiv  tragredv  in  the 

hi  .     ^  . 

course  of  your  ])i'}ictit'e  ? "  I  asked  Dr.  Glen 
one  day. 

"  Tiots  of  it,"  she  replietl  promptly.  "  There  is  a 
«^reat  deal  more  of  it  occurring?:  constantly  in  ap- 
])ar(';  fly  C()mmon])lace  lives  than  most  peo])le  imagine. 
Of  eA)nrse,  the  doctor  gets  behind  the  scenes,  where 
peo])le  act  withont  tlieir  masks.  I  have  seen  things 
that  wcnld  make  the  angels  weep  ;  some  of  them  I 
have  never  (hired  to  reveal  even  to  the  innocent  pages 
of  my  jonrnul." 

"Tell  me  something  exciting,  Elizaheth,"  I  said, 
eoaxingly  "  Th.e  lioli<hiy  season  ho.s  commenced. 
Every^ixly  is  on  the  wing  ;  and  we  want  a  little  spice 
of  excitement  even  witli  onr  literature." 

Eliziiheth  smiled  a  trifle  sadly.  It  might  be 
imngination,but  mv  husband  nnd  1  had  of  late  noticed 


24^1 


WBWiffWF^-  •'■■'•-r^'^ir-^g' 


in  the 
p.  Glen 

re  is  a 

in   ap- 

uo^ine. 

where 

tilings 

hem  I 

|)ages 

said, 

lenced. 

spice 

it    be 
loticed 


A    COMMONPLACE    TN.K.I.DY. 


849 


a  change  in  our  friend.  Slie  had  nut  grown  less 
lovable, — nay,  there  was  a  ])ensive  smd  snbtle  charm 
sibont  her  which  was  niort;  fasi-inating  tlian  her  former 
liigh  spirits.  She  was  more  tlionghtfnl  and  snbdiied, 
and  sometimes  had  a  far-off.  cont(Mn]>lativc  look  on 
lier  face  which  seemed  to  indicate  that  she  had  tilings 

to  think  of  we  knew  not  of.     Often  I  was  on  the  ])oint 

it 

of  (piestioning  her,  1)at  was  always  resti'aincd  by  the 
thought  that  Elizabeth  wouhl  be  sure  to  give  me  her 
confidence  when  she  felt  the  need  ot'  speech.  Betv/een 
such  friends  as  she  and  I  have  Ikmmi  these  many  \ears, 
there  is  no  need,  neither  is  there  the  desire,  to  ask 
many  personal  (questions.  Contideuce  concerning  cer- 
tain things  comes  spontaneously,  the  rest  is  sacred, 
and  tliat  is  one  of  the  reasons,  T  think,  why  our 
friendship  has  never  become  a  common  or  a  vulgar 
thing.  When  I  hear  ])eople  boast  of  a  friend  or 
friends,  saying,  "  We  have  no  secrets  frouj  each 
other,"  I  only  wonder,  because  tliere  must  remain  for 
ever  in  the  human  soul  a  holy  (jf  holies  entered  only 
by  the  Unseen  and  the  Eternal,  who  jilone  can  give 
consolation  when  sorrow  enters  there.  lUit  I  was  not 
the  less  anxious  about  Elizabetii,  because  T  detected 
at  times  a  certain  wisti'nlness  in  her  reirardiuir  of  me  ; 
and  I  could  guess  that  she  was  pondering  something 


2<;o 


ELI /.A  BETH   GLEN.   M.ll 


!  i 


very  scirionsly  iit  her  iniiid,  and  was  not  quite  sure  of 
my  opinion  re«;'jtnlin.ijf  tlio  sanio.  \  could  wait,  how- 
ever, witli  patience  on  Eliza])etirs  finie. 

*'  Talkinor  of  holiday  makins:,  do  von  remember  the 
accident  to  the  Scotch  ex])ress,  not  fsir  from  Belford, 
some  years  ago — the  accident  I  was  in  ?  "  she  asked 
I»resently. 

"I  reinember  it  jjerfectly,"  1  rei)lied.  "And  a 
narrow  esca])e  you  liad." 

"  I  hr,d.  I  told  you,  I  think,  that  a  lady  in  the 
compaitment  with  me  was  killed." 

''  You  dul." 

"Well,  there  was  a  little  bit  of  verv  real  and  awful 
trailed V  connected  with  that  woman  I  have  never 
forgotten,  and  never  shall.  I'll  tell  it  you  ;  then 
\on  can  use  your  own  disv-^retion  about  using  it. 
T  daresay,  though  it  should  be  printed,  names  and 
all,  it  wouldn'  do  much  harm.  You  remember  I 
was  on  mv  wav  home  from  visitino:  you  for  the 
first  time  at  Amulree,  and  tlie  glamour  of  the  place 
was  over  me  still.  I  had  slept  the  night  at  the 
*  P>ahnora],'  in  Princes  Street,  and  in  my  sleep  I  con- 
fused the  murmur  of  the  streets  with  the  rush  and 
roar  of  that  peat  stream  wliere  your  husband  taught  me 
to  fish ;  and  even  when  I  got  to  the  station  I  moved  as 


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ID  a  dream,  thinkititjf  how  tlic  wjinii  yellow  sun  would 
look  that  lovely  morning  on  the  purple  moors,  and 
wondering  whether  it  was  lielping  to  clear  the  burns 
to  give  the  fishers  a  good  day.  The  London  train,  as 
usual,  was  full.  1  was  late,  and  had  to  take  a  seat  in 
a  very  full  compartment,  wliicli,  however,  was  nearly 
emptied  at  Berwicrk,  where  there  was  an  agricultural 
show  being  held.  \V'lien  we  started  oil'  again,  there 
were  three  persons  in  the  carriage  with  me,  a  gentle- 
man and  two  ladies— husband  and  wife  and  friend, 
a])parently,  so  fjir  as  I  could  gather  from  their 
conversation,  which  was  animated,  at  least  between 
the  husband  and  the  friend.  The  wife  was  rather 
distraite  J  and  once  or  twice  the  look  of  wtniriness 
on  her  face  assumed  the  deeper  shade  of  absolute 
unhappiness. 

"  Slie  looked  any  age  from  thirty  to  forty,  and 
though  she  had  a  sweet,  serious,  winning  face,  slie 
seemed  disjurited,  almost  as  if  she  had  lost  pride  in 
herself.  She  was  wrapped  up  in  a  rather  shabby  and 
unbecoming  travelling  cloak,  and  her  bonnet  did  not 
suit  her—  altogether  she  presented  a  striking  contrast 
to  the  younger  lady,  who  was  daintily  attired  in  a 
travelling  coat  and  skirt  of  brown  homespun,  a  pink 
cambric  shirt,  and  a  natty  little  hat,  which  sat  jauntily 


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(HI  Iicr  stylisli  licad.  SIk*  was  niflier  pretty,  bnt  there 
\v>is  M  pertiu'Hs  ill  licr  expression  1  did  not  like,  and  I 
did  not  at  jill  a])]»n)vc  of  the  very  decitled  flirtation 
she  carried  on  with  lier  friend's  hnshiind.  He  was  a 
well-hnilt,  r;itiH!i'  attrjiet ive-lookinir  man,  about  forty, 
M,nd  1  was  puz/Jc*!  to  make  out  what  profession  or 
l)Usiness    lie   followed.     Thev   Inlke*!    u    y-reat    deal — 


latf 


Uh 


t'.nalt  mostly  and  though  I  kept  my  eyes  on  my 
hook,  1  (H)uld  not  help  listening  and  being  amused 
by  it,  though,  of  course,  it  was  all  in  very  ])ad  taste. 
They  were  London  peoj)le,  I  gatiiered  from  their  talk, 
and  had  evidently  been  having  a  holiday  trip  together, 
doing  the  usual  tourist  round  in  the  usuiil  tourist  way. 
Some  of  their  rennirks  highly  amused  \\n\  and  some- 
times 1  felt  temj)ted  to  j)rotest  at  the  lordly  manner 
in  which  they  disposed  of  Scotland  and  her  institu- 
tions ;  but  I  held  my  j)eace. 

"'  Do  be  (juiet,  Mr.  (jiaydon,'  said  the  younger  lady 
once,  with  an  air  of  co»|uettish  reproof.  '  Don't  you 
see  poor  dear  Isabel  is  tired  and  bored  ?  ' 

"  *  Is  poor  dear  Isabel  tired  and  bored?'  enquired 
Mr.  Claydon,  turning  to  his  wife  with  a  slightly 
mocking  air,  which  I  saw  she  resented  by  the  slow 
uprising  of  a  dull  red  flush  in  her  cheek.  She  gave 
lier  head  an  impatient  shake,  and  shot  a  curious  glance 


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slow 


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across  at  tlic  younger  woman,  whom  I  bad  hoard  thom 
call  Amv. 

''  '  Now  Isabel  is  cross  with  me,  I  know  she  is,' 
said  that  young  person,  with  a  pout.  '  All  vdur  f'jinlt, 
Mr.  ('laydon.  How  you  do  talk  I  Don'r  mind  bim, 
Isabel.' 

'''I  am  glad  he  amuses  you,  dear,'  she  replied, 
with  a  sli,<;btly  languid  smile,  in  which  I  imagined  a 
faint  touch  of  scorn. 

'"  What  a  wet  blanket  you  are,  Isabel  ;  and  why  do 
you  always  wear  the  air  of  a  suftcring  nnirtyr  ?'  said 
Mr.  ('laydon  shortly  ;  and  Mrs.  (/laydon  (>})ened  her 
book,  saying  (piite  coldly  : 

'' '  Yon  might  remember,  Willie,  that  we  are  not 
alone  in  the  carriage.' 

*'  She  settled  herself  in  the  corner,  put  her  book  up 
before  her  face,  and  spoke  no  more.  The  other  two, 
however,  talked  enough  for  us  all — sucli  silly  non- 
sense too.  1  hated  myself  because  I  could  not  help 
listening,  and  I  felt  so  contemptuously  towards  them 
that  I  could  have  shaken  them.  There  is  a  type  of 
man  who,  whether  married  or  single,  deems  it  his 
duty  to  chaff  every  woman  he  meets.  He  thinks  they 
like  it— some  do — this  person  of  the  name  of  Amy 
certainly  did  ;  and  she  was  quick  at  repartee,  and  had 


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a  great  many  pretty  little  airs  that  pertain  to  the  born 
coquette.  It  makes  no  difference  to  her  whether  the 
man  to  wlioin  slie  is  talkin<^  be  married  or  sinj^h*, 
provided  he  is  habited  in  the  ^^arb  of  a  man.  Well, 
this  sort  of  nonsense,  distracting  to  anybody  who 
wanted  to  be  quiet  or  to  read  a  book,  went  on  from 
E«linburgh  to  Berwick  and  beyond.  It  is  not  a  long 
run  from  Berwick  to  Belford,  and  you  know  it  was 
jnst  on  the  edge  of  one  of  those  desolate  Northumber- 
land moors  where  the  accident  took  place.  I  forgot 
to  mention  that  we  arrived  at  Berwick  in  a  pouring 
rain,  and  as  we  got  into  tlie  wide  sweep  of  Northum- 
brian country  the  blinding  mists  came  down,  giving 
to  the  lands(!{ipe  an  indescribably  dreary  look.  It 
beat  against  the  carriage  windows,  and,  though  the 
air  was  quite  warm,  nuule  us  feel  inclined  to  shiver. 
I  was  st?inding  at  the  window,  trying  to  clea^  a  little 
spot  on  the  glass  with  my  handkerchief,  when  the 
thing  happened  ;  and  the  marvel  was  that  I  should 
liave  escaped  as  I  did  quite  unhurt." 

"  Was  it  a  collision,  Elizabeth  ?  I  have  forgotten/' 
1  asked. 

"  Oh  no,  a  collision  was  not  likely  to  occur  on  that 
line  in  the  daytime,  and  with  the  ordinary  traffic  ;  the 
train  ran  otf  the  line." 


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ttOllj 

that 
;  the 


"  Ran  off  the  line  ?'*  I  repeated.     "  1  can't  imagine 
how  it  hai)pene(l." 

"It  (lid,  tlioiigh.  They  had  hern  rei);iiriti«r  thjit 
particnhir  part  of  the  line,  and  the  rails  had  not  hecn 
ahle  to  hear  tlie  pressure.  I  hclievi'  tliaf  is  the  ex- 
])lanation  given,  hnt  1  can't  make  it  any  clearer  ; 
anyhow,  if  was  a  most  extraordinary  business,  and  1 
have  sometimes  wished  I  could  have  witnessed  the 
great  thing  tearing  up  the  ground  as  it  plouglied  its 
way  off  the  line — before  the  final  smash  up.  We  felt 
the  shock  as  it  left  the  rails,  and  even  while  we  look(  d 
at  each  other  in  mute  horror  the  crash  came.  I  was 
holding  on  like  a  vice  to  the  carriage  window,  and 
just  at  the  awful  moment  wiiat  do  you  think  ha[>- 
pened?  That  man  Claydon,  before  his  wife's  eyes, 
sat  down  by  the  girl  and  put  his  arm  round  her. 
Perhaps  he  was  beside  himself,  but  there  it  was,  and 
I  shall  never  forget  the  look  on  Isabel  Cluydon's  face. 
The  anguish  of  a  broken  heart  made  the  fear  of  death 
seem  as  nothing  in  her  sight.  And  death  it  was, 
sure  enough,  poor  soul,  for  her. 

"  When  I  came  to  myself,  I  was  holding  on  still 
to  the  door  of  the  eomjjartment,  though  I  liad  been 
forced  to  my  knees.  And  there  was  a  great  wrtick 
all  about   us,   and   a  confused   babel   of  sound,  like 


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ELIZABETH   GLEN,    MB. 


nothing  I  have  hoard  before  or  since.  The  horror  of 
it  hannts  me  in  mv  dreams. 

"  The  cold  rain  beating  on  my  fac(}  revived  lue,  and 
I  strnggled  to  my  feet  and  stej)ped  ont  of  the  debris. 
The  first  thing  I  saw  was  the  girl  Amy,  sitting  on  tlic 
bank  in  a  hysterical  condition,  and  Claydon,  with  a 
big  pnrple  brnise  on  his  forehead,  standing  hel]>lessly 
over  her.  Tlie  wife  I  could  not  see.  I  turned  from 
them  in  sick  disgust,  but  presently  the  natural 
instincts  of  my  calling  rose  upj)erm()st,  and  I  ina<le 
haste  to  lend  wliat  aid  1  could  to  i\\v  sulferers.  I  was 
the  onlv  doctor  in  the  train,  and  we  were  a  good 
many  miles  from  town  or  village,  so  my  hands  were 
full  enough.  Fortunately,  1  had  my  pocket  instru- 
ments case  and  a  good  many  other  useful  articles  in 
that  little  brief  bag  which  goes  everywliere  with  me, 
so  1  was  not  altogetlier  witliout  resource.  1  had 
enough  of  surgical  work  that  morning  to  satisfy  me 
for  a  considerable  time  to  come." 

*'  How  glorious  to  feel  that  you  could  be  so  useful. 
Just  think  how  heljdess  you  would  have  felt  had  }ou 
been  an  ordinary  woman,"  I  said  impulsively. 

"  I  hadn't  much  time  to  think  about  anything 
except  the  work  in  hand  till  the  other  doctors  came," 
Eli/.abeth    replied.     "  Several   were    killed   instanta- 


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or  of 


rr 


ac,  and 
debris, 
on  tlic 
with  a 
[]»l('ssly 
d  from 
natural 
I   nuulc 
1  was 
a   j;<^f>d 
Js  were 
instni- 
cles  in 
til  me, 
1   had 
sfv  me 

useful, 
ad  \ou 

lythiiig 
came," 
stanta- 


neously,  as  j)erhaps  you  may  remember.  Poor  Mrs. 
Claydon  died  in  about  half-an-hour  after  we  extri- 
cated her." 

"Well?"  I  said  interro«ratively,  when  Elizabeth 
paused  as  if  not  inclined  to  go  on.  "  And  what  about 
that  wretched  husband  of  hers  ?  " 

"You  may  well  eall  him  wretclied,*'  said  Elizabeth, 
with  curling  lip.  "  It  was  some  little  time  before  I 
could  get  her  restored  to  consciousness,  and  even  when 
her  eyes  opened  the  look  of  aiiguish  did  not  leave  her 
face.  She  died  with  it.  It  was  not  physical  pain, 
nor  even  the  horror  of  the  accident,  but  the  agony  of  a 
trust  betrayed,  the  confirmation  of  a  fear  which  had 
haunted  her  for  years — that  she  was  supplanted  by 
another  woman  in  her  husband's  heart. 

"  *  Where's  Willie  ? '  she  asked,  when  she  could 
speak.     *  Is  he  hurt?' 

"  *  No.  ril  fetch  him/  I  said,  though  indeed  I  felt 
in  no  haste  to  do  so. 

***No,  no.  You  look  kind  and  gord, — I  thought 
so  in  the  train  ;  a  woman  one  could  make  a  friend  of. 
You  saw  it,  didn't  you  ? ' 

"  I  bowed  my  head.  I  could  not  say  1  did  not,  or 
that  I  had  not  understood.  Besides,  she  was  dying, 
and  the  dying  are  hard  to  deceive.     For  the  moment 

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ELIZABETH   C.LEX,  MB. 


is  given  to  tln-ui  a  (clearness  of  vision  wliiili  fiiahh's 
tliom  to  sec  tli rough  ever}  j^rcte-nce  and  tear  the  mask 
from  evcrv  deceit. 

"  '  It's  l)een  going  on  ever  so  long,'  she  said,  moving 
her  poor  head  rcsth'ssly  from  side  to  side  ;  '  and  of 
course  sljc's  vcrv  attractive.  Men  like  hri^jhtness  and 
youtliful  looks  ;  but  I've  had  so  many  children,  and 
— and  I'm  older  than  Willie.  Don't  be  too  hard  on 
liim.' 

"The  j)atlios  of  it  nearly  broke  ray  heart,  and  1 
couldn't  sj)eak  a  word.  Motherhood  luid  not  made  her 
sacred  to  him.  She  had  gone  off  in  looks,  and  the 
superficial,  selfish,  heartless  nnui  was  unabh.'  to 
appreciate  the  beauty  of  the  soul  which  shone  in  her 
vcrv  eves. 

*' '  He'll  marry  her,  of  course,  and  I  don't  mind 
<lyijig — perhaps  he'll  be  liappier  with  her  ;  but  oh, 
the  children — poor  little  things  I  God  help  them  ; 
ther(;'s  nobody  to  care  for  them  ;  he  never  did  ;  and 
slie  can't  le  expected  to  take  any  interest  in  them. 
O  God,  it  is  hard  ! ' 

"  It  was.  For  the  moment  a  great  bitterness 
surged  in  my  soul — a  tierce  rebellion  against  life's  sad 
irony.  I  could  even  have  (juestiuned  the  justice  of 
Heaven,  as  1  looked  U[ion  poor  Isabel   IJlaydon,  and 


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iai)I<*s 
mask 


lovmg 
111(1  of 
3s  and 
II,  and 
ird  on 


and  I 
ide  luT 
ud  tlie 
1)1l'    to 

in  her 

mind 
\\X  oh, 
tliera  ; 
;  and 
them. 

lerness 
i's  sad 
lice  of 
n,  and 


thou«jht  how  jioorly  she  had  been  eonipeiisated  here 
for  many  sorrows.  It  eoniforts  me  now  when  I  think 
of  her,  as  I  sometimes  do,  to  believe  that  she  has 
entered  upon  lier  herita«(e  beyond,  and  has  had  fullest 
recompense  for  the  an^xnisli  of  earth. 

"  ^  I'm  dying,  am  1  not  ?  *  she  asked  presently.  '  1 
feel  it.' 

"  '  Yes,'  1  replied  slowly.     '  It  will  not  be  long.' 

"  '  Get  Amy.  I  want  to  speak  to  her,  to  ask  her 
to  be  good  to  the  ehiUlren.' 

" '  And  vour  husband  ?' 

"  '  No,'  she  answered.  *  I  would  rather  not  see 
him.' 

'•  They  were  not  far  off.  They  stood  side  by  side, 
like  culprits  — cowards  in  the  face  of  death.  I 
motioned  to  her  to  come  nearer,  which  she  did  ;  but 
he  turned  awav.     Conscience   had  smitten  him,  and 

4'  7 

he  dared  not  look  his  wife  in  the  face. 

"  I,  too,  would  have  moved  from  my  place  by  the 
dying  woman's  head,  but  she  lield  ray  Land  fast  in 
hers,  and  I  liad  to  stav. 

"'Amy,'  she  said,  as  the  empty,  frivolous  thing 
cowered  weeping  before  her,  'promise  me  you'll  be 
good  to  the  children.' 

'"Oh,  Isabel,  forgive  me  I     I'm  a  wicked  girl.     I 


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ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


iiever  moant  any  harm,  but  only  amused  myself. 
Say  you  forgive  me,  or  1  shall  die  too.* 

"'Promise  me  you'll  be  good  to  the  children/ 
repeated  the  dying  woman,  witli  sad  jxM'sistence.  '  I 
hope  he'll  i)e  good  to  you.  Take  a  word  of  warning- 
from  me.  Don't  make  a  slave  of  yourself,  as  I've 
done.  You'll  get  your  thanks  one  day,  as  1  have  ; 
but  1  pray  you  will  never  sulfer  as  1  have  done,  and 
be  as  glad  to  di(»  as  I  am  to-day.' 

''She  could  say  no  more;  tlie  numbness  creeping 
upward  had  reached  her  heart  a  five  minutes  she 
was  dead.'^ 

"  Did  he  never  come  to  speak  or  look  at  her  ?  ** 

"Not  wliile  she  lived.  I  tell  you  the  man  was  a 
pitiful  coward,  jind  conscience  liad  him  in  grips.  Rut 
not  for  long.  He  was  too  sliallow  to  suffer  long  or 
deeply.  I  did  not  speak  much  to  liim,  for  1  could  not 
hide  my  contempt." 

"  But  the  story  does  not  end  there,  Elizabeth," 
I  said.  "  It  ought  not,  in  the  interests  of  justice,  to 
break  off  just  there.     Did  lie  never  get  his  deserts  ?  " 

A  slow  smile  rippled  to  the  corners  of  Elizabeth's 
grave  mouth. 

"  It  does  not  end  there.  I  was  permitted  to  see  a 
further  development  of  it,  which  interested  me   very 


wammma 


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ildren/ 

le.     '  I 
rarninjr 
as  rv(! 
have  ; 
ae,  and 

creeping 
ites  she 

n  was  a 

)s.  But 
lonj:^  or 
on  Id  not 

zabeth," 
stice,  to 
ierts  ?  " 
zabeth's 

to  see  a 
ne  very 


mnch,  and  also  afforded  nie  a  species  of  very  un- 
christian sjitistaction  over  the  compU'te  subjugation 
of  a  fellow -creature." 

'*  Well  ?  "  I  said  imiuitiently.  ''  Don't  stop  at  the 
most  exciting  l»it." 

"  I  like  to  hear  that,"  said  Elizabeth  calmly. 
"How  often  in  the  course  of  these  nurrations  have 
1  had  to  reciuest  you  to  curb  a  most  unwholesome 
curiosity  !  You  ought  to  be  ashunu'd  of  it,  seeing  you 
liave  not  the  sujallest  compunction  about  keeping  all 
your  readers    on    the    tenter-hooks    for   an    indefinite 


time. 

**  It*s  you  that's  doing  it  this  time,  Elizabeth,  and 
they  can't  stand  it,  1  ^iiel  sure.     Do  go  on." 

''  VV^ell,  jdnnit  two  years  ago-yes,  quite  two  years 
after  that — why,  now  1  come  to  think  of  it,  it  was 
only  last  September — 1  was  called  to  a  house  in  a  side 
street  opening  off  Marlwood  lload.  Claydon  was  the 
name,  but  it  is  not  so  uncommon  as  to  attract  ray 
attention,  and  1  took  no  thought  of  the  episode  of 
the  railway  disaster  whe.i  1  oheyed  the  summons.  A 
long  slip  of  a  girl,  untidily  dressed,  but  with  rather  a 
pleasant,  tlioughtful  face,  opened  the  door  to  me,  and 
asked  me  to  walk  in.  8he  left  me  in  the  dining-room 
while  she  went  u}>stairs  to  see  whether  1  might  see 


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the  patient.  When  I  was  h^l't,  1  looked  round  the 
room,  of  eouFHe  -au  ordinary  niiihUe-ehiss  diningj- 
rooiiA,  witii  nothin«^  to  distiniinisli  it  from  fifty  others. 
lint  siiddtnlv  I  saw  faeinir  me  jibove  the  si(h'hoji,rd 
a  crayon  jMntrait  of  u  woman,  whose  face  seemed 
stran«:;ely  fainihar,  tliongli  1  knew  I  had  never  been 
in  the  lionse  before.  In  a  moment  it  all  flaslietl 
npon  me,  and  I  knew  I  had  njet,  or  was  about  to 
meet  again,  one  of  the  chief  actors  in  that  sad  bit 
(»f  tragedy  1  liad  witnessed  on  the  Nortliumberland 
luoor. 

"  Presently  back  came  the  tall  young  girl,  and 
asked  me  to  walk  upstairs. 

"  *  Mrs.  Claydoii  is  ready  to  see  you  now,'  she 
said. 

"  '  Then  they  are  married  ? '  I  extdaimed,  without  a 
moment's  thought.  The  girl  looked  surprised,  but 
answered  simply,  '  Yes.' 

"  I  felt  more  than  curious  as  I  followed  her  up- 
stairs. She  left  me  at  the  door,  and  1  entered  the 
room  alone.  And  there  she  sat  up  in  bed — the  same 
pert,  pretty,  youthful  face — whicli,  liowever,  bad  a 
kind  of  sharp,  eager  look,  as  if  she  were  perpetually 
on  the  watch. 

"  '  How  do  vou  do,  Dr.  Glen  ?     Of  course  vou  are 


^   COMMoy/'L.ICE    TRAGEDY. 


abj 


ud  Uie 
liiiing- 
utluM's. 

set' met  I 
;ir  bt'i'ii 
fltislKul 
])out  to 
sail  bit 
iberlaml 

irl,   and 

)w,'    sbe 

itliout  a 
;ed,    but 

ber  up- 
jreil  tbe 
Ibe  same 
L  bad  a 
[petually 

vou  are 


snr|»ris('d  to  see  me.'  sbe  be^ran,  in  rat  ber  a  blirried 
way.  *  We  go  to  Mnrlwood  Kojid  (Miuntb,  and  1  saw 
you  tbere  one  (hiy.  Of  eoursr  1  rcM-ogniscd  you  at 
once,  and  I  detcrmiiu'd  to  send  for  yon  il'  I  ever  re- 
(juired  a  tbMtor.  Now  tell  me  what  is  tbe  matter 
witb   me.' 

"  It  was  not  mncli.  I  put  tbe  usual  questions, 
and  presently  assured  ber  it  was  only  a  t'evcrisli 
eold. 

"'  I  didn't  think  it  was  aucb  myself,  but  I  didn't 
feel  (Mpial  to  getting  uj),  and  1  tbouglit  I'd  Ix^tter  see 
you  in  time.  Well,  an*  you  surprised  to  see  me  bere 
as  Mrs.  C'lavdon  ?     1  mean ' 

"  '  "Well,  yes,'  1  admitted.  '  But  of  course  I  ratber 
expected  you  would  marry  ultimately.     How  do  you 


•j » 


get  on  ^ 

*'  It  was  a  ([ueer  question  to  put,  and  I  don't  know 

,    what  made  me  nsk  it,  for  I  am  usually  ratber  reticent, 

and  never  ])ry.     But  her  manner  invited  remark,  and 

I  somehow  felt  that  sbe  bad  sent  for  me  more  to  talk 

than  to  prescribe. 

"  '  Oh,  I  get  on  all  right.  I  look  after  liim,'  she 
said,  with  a  distinct  eagerness.  '  He  wants  looking 
after,  I  tell  you  ;  and  1  often  tliink  of  poor  Isabel. 
But  I'm  not  so  soft  as  she  was.     I'll  not  stand  by  and 


364 


EUZ.UIITII   GU..\,    M  li. 


let  every  cliit  of  a  ;,nrl  put  me  in  the  Hhiide  ;  aud  Will 
niaydon  knows  it  by  this  time,  you  may  be  snre  of 
that.* 

"  This  was,  of  course,  rather  painful  for  me,  and  1 
looked  at  her  with  pify  I  couM  not  hiih*.  What  a 
mockery  of  tho  marria«a'  tie  seemed  the  i»ond  between 
these  two,  who  betweeu  them  liad  broken  a  good 
woman's  •heart  ! 

"'Hc'h  the  sort  of  man  that  thinks  every  woman 
lie  sees  is  in  love  with  liim,  and  he  can't  help  talking 
nonsense  to  girls  ;  but  he's  stopping  it  by  degrees. 
I've  made  him  do  awav  witli  all  tlie  hidv  clerks  and 
typists  at  tlie  (»flice,  ami  1  never  let  him  go  out  after 
business  liours  alone.  I  poj)  into  the  office  myself, 
too,  at  all  sorts  of  unexpected  times,  jusi  to  see  what 
he  is  doing  ;  so  he  never  feels  himself  safe  a  moment 
in  the  day,  he  says,  and  why  should  he  ? ' 

"  Her  voice  became  rather  shrill  as  she  asked  this 
(pKJstion,  and  her  colour  heightened  visibly.  My  [»ity 
for  her  increased  ;  and  I  suppose  she  saw  it  in  my 
face. 

"  *  Winnie  let  you  in,  didn't  she  ? '  she  inquired 
l>resently.  '  That's  Isabel's  eldest  girl.  You  remem- 
ber what  Isabel  said  to  me  before  she  died  ;  well,  I 
haven't  forgotten  it,  and  1  think   I'm   good   to   the 


/t    (  ()MMO\rL.l(  E    TR.ii.l.ltY 


if>^ 


id  Will 
sure  of 

,  and  1 
Vhat   a 

)etWtHMl 

a  gooii 

woman 
talkin<^ 
iegret's. 
rks  and 
lUt  after 
myself, 
ee  what 
Qoment 

ed  this 
Vly  pity 
in  my 

iquired 

femem- 

iwell,  I 

to   the 


children.  Would  yon  mind  ii«<kin<r  Winnie  for  yonr- 
Helf  ?     }\]  like  von  to  know  if  from  her.' 

^''I  Hhouid  not  think  of  asking  nneh  a  question, 
MrH  (Miiydon,'  T  answfred  lm>tily  ;  and  just  a!  the 
njoment  the  door  Imrst  open,  and  a  lilllf  hoy  about 
four  vearH  old  ran  in  and  ehimlxTed  on  the  hod  in 
that  hoist(>rons  and  jovons  fashion  which  von  onlv 
Bee  in  happy  children.  His  t'viihMit  love  for  her 
Heemed  to  «r|}itify  her,  for  she  pressed  her  che«'l< 
to  his  and  spoke  to  liim  us  lovin^^^ly  as  his  own 
mother  could  have  done,  and  my  heart  warmed  to 
the  poor  creature,  who  was  lH'in«;  punished  now 
through  the  very  jealousy  which  had  slain  the  boy's 
mother. 

"  *  How  many  childn-n  are  tliere?*  I  asked  with 
interest. 

*' '  Five  ;  poor  Isabel  had  eight,  but  three  are 
dead.' 

"  *  You  have  none  of  vonr  own  ?' 

"  '  No,  and  I  don't  want  any,  in  rasr  these  should 
suffer,  though  I  don't  think  I  could  love  my  own 
more  dearly  than   1  do  them.'' 

"'Were  you  a  relative  of  Mrs.  C'luydon's?'  1 
asked. 

"  *  Oh,  no.     I  was   Mr.  Tlaydon's  book-keeper,  that 


2r,6 


EIJZABinn  CLEN.    MR. 


;»if 


was  all.  That  is  wliv  1  look  nftcr  liiin.  I  know 
all  the  nonsense  that  went  ou  in  the  oftiee,  but  it's 
put  a  st<>j>  to  now." 

"'Y(m  ian"t.  be  ven*  happy,'  T  said  involuntarily. 

"'No,  i'm  not;  exeept  for  tlie  ehildren,  I  couldn't 
bear  it.  I  thought  1  eared  for  him,  and  so  1  do 
after  a  fashion,  but  I'm  never  a  moment  at  rest. 
It's  my  ])unishment,  I  suppose,  and  1  know  what 
poor  Isabel  must  have  suffei'ed.  You  see  1  can't 
trust  him,  and  if  a  woman  can't  trust  tlie  man  she 
is  married  to,  God  help  her,  that's  all.' 

"  She  rockcul  lierself  to  and  fro  in  the  bed,  still 
keeping  her  face  close  to  the  little  one's  chubljy 
cheek.  I  pitieil  her  with  a  vast  jiity.  If  she  had 
sinned,  none  could  say  her  punisliment  lacked,  nor 
his. 

"'I'm  sure  I  don't  know^  why  I  tell  you  all  this, 
especially  after  the  way  you  looked  at  us  that 
dreadful  night.  I  shall  never  forget  your  eyes  : 
they  seemed  to  slay  me.  l^ut  you  are  the  sort  of 
person  people  trust ;  and  then  doctors  see  all  kinds 
of  things.' 

"  She  stopped  talking  quite  suddenly,  and  though 
I  felt  something  was  expected  of  me,  I  did  not  know 
what  to  say. 


.     I  know 
e,  but  it's 


oliintarilv. 
I  couldn't 
il  so  1  do 
lit  at  rest, 
now  what 
ee  1  can't 
e  man  she 


!:R 


1  bed,  still 
j's  cliubbv 
i  she  had 
ucked,   nor 

3U  all  this, 
t  us  that 
our  eyes  : 
the  sort  oi' 
i  all  kinds 

,nd  though 
L  not  know 


'iij  *' 


HK   iJKKMED  TO    FEKL    MEETIVO    ME.' 


p.  2G7. 


mm 


A    ((/MMOA'J'LACK    I RACllDY. 


2C>7 


[p.  207. 


"  '  It  is  not  a  very  liappy  state!  of  affairs,'  I  said 
at  length.  'I  do  not  know  very  iiiiioh  of  Mr. 
Claydoii,  and  I  saw  liim  at  the  greatest  ])ussil)h' 
disadvantage.  Still,  I  cannot  think  the  sort  of 
treatment  vou  have  described  can  (tondncc  to  anv- 
thing  but  misery.  D(»n't  yon  tliink  tliis  open  distrnst 
and  esj)i()nage  are  enongh  to  rendcM*  a  man  desperate  ? 
T  conl(hi't  stand  it  myself.' 

"  '  1  can't  helf)  it,'  she  said  rather  sadly.  '  I'm 
wretched  and  nneasy  the  moment  he  is  out  of  my 
sight.' 

"  '  Yon  should  trv  and  get  over  that.  Let  liim  see 
rather  tliat  vou  trust  liim.  It  will  be  the  lirst  thins 
to  rouse  his  (chivalrous  feeling.' 

"  ^  He  hasn't  got  any,  or  he  would  liave  been  more 
loyal  to  his  first  wife,'  was  lier  fiat  rejoinder  ;  and 
as  I  saw  there  was  no  use  trying  to  reason  with 
her  then,  1  went  away.  I  felt  more  curious  to  see 
Mr.  Claydon  than  I  can  tell  you,  and  ns  his  wife's 
cold  develoi)ed  into  influenza,  and  she  was  not  able 
to  get  up  at  all,  I  saw  liim  one  evening  ;is  I  went 
downstairs  from  her  room.  He  was  greatly  changed, 
and  looked  so  worried  and  miserable  that  I  couldn't 
help  feeling  sorry  for  him  too.  He  seemed  to  teel 
meeting  me.     i  thought  he  looked  humiliated  ;  and 


268 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,     MM. 


though  I  knew  he  deserved  it,  1  could  not  help,  as 
I  said,  being  rather  sorry  for  him.  He  did  not 
mention  the  past,  nor  did  I." 

"And  is  that  all,  Eliza})eth  ?" 

"  That  is  all  meanwhile." 

"  Weren't  yon  able  to  put  matters  straight  there, 
aa  yon  have  put  them  straight  in  so  many  other 
places  ?  " 

She  shook  her  head. 

"  What  could  I  do  ?  I  could  only  advise  her  ; 
but  really  it  was  of  no  use.  Her  mind  was  diseased 
on  that  particular  point.  She  is  a  jealous  wife,  and 
will  remain  one,  1  fear,  to  the  end.  It  is  oAe  of  the 
most  hopeless  of  all  diseases." 

"  It  must  be  awful,"  I  said  fervently.  "  And  do 
von  see  them  sometimes  still  ? " 

"  Oh  yes,  often  ;  and  though  the  children  make 
a  bright  spot  in  that  miserable  home — she  has  been 
good  to  them,  dear,  and  they  reward  her  with  devoted 
love — 1  never  leave  the  lunise  without  having  recalled 
to  my  mind  certain  lines  of  Longfellow's,  and  also  a 
particular  Scripture  text." 

"  What  are  they,  Elizabeth  ?  " 

" '  Though  the  mills  of  God  grind  slowly, 
Yet  they  grind  exceeding  small  ; 


t  help,  as 
I   did   not 


^ht  there, 
any  other 


ji    COMMONPLACE    TRAGEDY. 

Though  with  patience  He  stands  waiting, 
With  exactness  grinds  He  all/" 


a69 


"  And  the  text  ?  " 

"It  will  readily  suggest  itself,"  replied  Elizabeth 
gravely.  "*  Vengeance  is  mine,  I  will  repay,  saith 
the  Lord."* 


vise   her  ; 

5  diseased 

wife,  and 

she  of  the 

"And  do 


iren  naake 
has  been 
:h  devoted 
g  recalled 
bnd  also  a 


XI. 


A    (iKNTI-E    LIFK. 


'*  nrXAVENT  you  had  any  amusing  or  interesting 
holiday  exj)ei-i«'iH'es,  Elizabeth  ? "  1  asked, 
one  (lay  after  we  had  been  discussing  our  summer 
plans. 

•'  Not  very  many  ;  the  most  interesting  hai)})ened 
at  Lucerne  Inst  year  wlien  I  went  to  visit  Ellen 
Douglas.  Do  you  remember  Ellen,  who  was  the 
torment  and  the  pet  of  the  old  Edinburgh  scliool  ?  '' 

"  I  r(MU('mber  Ellen  perfectly  !  "  I  replied,  ''  and 
have  often  wondered  wliat  has  become  of  her." 

"  Why  I  you  must  have  heard  ;  she  married  a 
Swiss,  wlio  was  a  student  at  Zurich  Universitv  when 
she  was  governess  to  tliat  queer  Dutch  family,  the 
Van  Rasselars.  He  was  their  cousin,  and  visited  at 
their  house.  Don't  you  remember,  I  told  you  about 
the  marriage  at  the  time  ?  " 

*' 1  must   have   forgotten    if  vou  did   tell    me  :  so 

270 


A   CEyTLF.    LUE. 


27' 


terestin^ 

I   asUed, 

summer 

ijipponed 

lit    Ellen 

was   the 

cliool  ?  •' 

d,  ''  and 

arried  a 
tv  when 
iiilv,  tho 
isited  at 
on  about 

me  ;  so 


please  give  me  a  fow  pnrticiiljirs.  Is  the  story  aVxnif 
Elhm?" 

"  No,  it  hjippcned  wlien  I  was  visiting  Iut  last 
August  ;  but  it  had  notli'iiig  to  (!(»  with  her.  She  lias 
written  so  often,  urging  me  to  visit  her,  that  I  stole 
a  fortnight  last  summer,  when  you  were  buried  in  the 
Iligliland  wilds  ;  and  I  enjoyed  it  very  much."  • 

''  Has  the  marriage  turned  out  well  then  ?"  I  asked. 
'•  And  doesn't  Pjllen  find  existence  in  Lucerne  all  the 
vear  round  a  trifle  monotonous  ?" 

"  She  does  ;  she  admiUed  it  to  me  quite  frankly. 
She  told  me  she  did  not  suppose  there  ever  was  a 
more  unhappy  woman  than  sjie  that  first  year,  con- 
sidering she  n....i.ie([  lier  Professor  uf  her  own  free 
will  and  out  of  pure  love.  He  is  worth  it,  too  ;  he 
is  a  fine  fellow,  with  a  big,  pure,  simple  heart,  and  he 
is  as  handsome  as  Apollo.  Ellen  always  did  admire 
a  handsome  man,  though  slie  thought,  being  a  plain 
little  thing  herself,.  sJie  liad  no  chance  of  one  as  a 
husband." 

"They  are  happy  then?"  I  en([uired  with  interest, 
for  1  had  not  hithert()  regarded  mixed  marriages  witii 
apj)roval. 

"Oh  yes!  they  adore  each  otiier.  And  then  they 
have    two    lovely    boys,    who    have    done    more     to 


272 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,   MB. 


reconcile  her  to  the  hind  of  her  adoption  than  any- 
thing else." 

"  Has  she  any  society  ?  ** 

"  Oh  yes  !  a  lew  nice  friends  ;  hut  I  think  they  are 
sufficient  one  to  the  other  at  the  Chalet  Loret.  What 
a  lovely  place  it  is  !  It  stands  on  the  liigh  ground 
beyond  the  Schwei/.ciliof,  and  commands  one  of  the 
finest  views  of  the  lake  and  all  the  mountains.  I 
used  to  sit  for  hours  in  that  old  orchard,  simply 
feasting,  and  1  think  1  got  to  know  Pilatus  in  all  his 
moods,  grave  and  nay,  though  I  was  never  fired  witli 
the  common  ambition  to  stand  on  his  crest.  But  I 
must  say  that  at  the  end  of  a  fortnight  I  was  not 
sorry  to  make  tracks  for  my  dear  grey  old  London. 
I  enjoyed  my  glimpse  of  Ellen's  sweet  Arcjidia,  but 
oh,  my  dear,  I  could  not  live  there  for  all  the  golden- 
haired  Professors  in  the  world." 

"  Ellen  only  did  it  for  tlie  sake  of  one,"  I  suggested  ; 
and  Elizabeth  laughed,  though  her  colour  rose. 

"  She  was  very  glad  to  see  me,  however,  and  when 
we  parted  she  had  a  wistful  look  we  see  on  the  faces 
of  those  who  are  '  far  frae  hame.'  " 

"  And  the  Professor — how  did  he  regard  you  ? 
Was  he  not  horrified  at  the  very  idea  of  a  lady 
doctor?" 


//    GENTLE   LIEE. 


273 


in  auy- 


bhey  are 
What 

ffrouml 
;  of  the 
:aiii8.  1 
,  simply 
1  all  his 
ired  with 
.     But  I 

was  not 

Loudon. 

lia,  hnt 
golden- 

ggested ; 

I 

,nd  when 
^he  faces 

rd   you  ? 
:  a  lady 


"No;  thert'  are  a  good  many  women  students  at 
Zurich  now,  and,  hcsidcs,  he  is  hroad-minded  as  one 
would  expect  Kllcn's  Pntfcssor  to  be.  The  most 
charming  man.  dear;  such  manners  I  so  old-world, 
so  courteous,  so  chivalrous  I  Our  boys  should  be  sent 
to  such  homes  as  the  C  jalet  Loret  to  lenrn  true 
courtesy.  But  it  strikes  me  1  am  giving  you  Kllen's 
story  instejid  of  the  other  one." 

"Just  tell  me  a  little  more  about  her  house,"  I  said 
coaxinrgly.  "  Wlint  is  it  like  ?  1  have  always  longed 
to  see  the  inside  of  a  Swiss  chalet." 

"It  was  a  queer  mixture  of  English  taste  and 
Swiss  adornment,  which  is  very  simple.  The  floors 
I  specially  liked,  and  she  had  some  Liberty  rugs, 
which  looked  homelike.  Her  crockery  was  English, 
siud  her  tea  decidedly  so  ;  with  cream  from  her  Swiss 
cow,  it  was  a  beverage  fit  for  a  priiun.'.  She  has  it 
sent  with  other  things  from  the  stores,  not  sharing  at 
all  our  views  about  big  monopolies,  wliich  don't  give 
smaller  traders  a  chance  to  live." 

"  Oh,  it  doesn't  matter  there,  I  should  think.  Well, 
I'll  ask  you  some  more  questions  about  Ellen  later. 
Go  on  with  your  story  now." 

"  Yon  won't  print  all  this  about  Ellen,  dear  ;  she 
might  not  like  it,"  said  Dr.  Glen  doubtfully. 

18 


t    ! 


274 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  MB. 


"Oh,  I'm  Hiirc  she  wouldn't  mind;  we  rnn  cliniipro 
her  mime  if  you  like,"  I  said,  witii  tlie  chcerr  diuerity 
of  oue  accustomed  to  dispose  lightly  of  su( .  seruides  ; 
"or  we  can  send  the  prool'  to  her  if  yon  like ;  then  if 
she  objects  we  can  take  it  all  out,  though  I  must  say 
it  would  be  a  pity." 

"  Yes,  send  lier  the  proof  by  all  means  ;  it  will 
amuse  her,  and  it  would  be  worth  while  hearing  the 
Professor's  verdict,"  said  Elizabeth.  "  Now  for  my 
Ftory,  and  IVe  only  half-an-hour  to  tell  it  you,  my 
dear,  for  I  have  to  be  at  Belgrave  Square  at  half-past 
seven." 

"  Any  dukes  or  marquises  ill  ?  "  I  asked  teasingly. 
*'  I  didn't  know  you  had  any  patients  in  that  aristo- 
cratic square." 

"  I  haven't.     I*m  going  to  a  dinner  party." 

"  Whose  ?  "  I  promptly  enquired. 

"  You  are  too  insatiably  curious,  my  dear,  and  I 
shall  not  answer  you  just  at  present,"  said  Elizabeth, 
most  whimsically  ;  and  again  the  colour  glowed  warm 
and  red  in  her  cheek,  but  still  1  regarded  her  guile- 
lessly, unsuspicious  as  a  cliild.  Many  romances  liad 
been  discussed  between  us,  and  somehow  having  grown 
accustomed  to  the  idea,  often  expressed  in  her  own 
words,  tlint.  she  stood  oti  the  outside  always,   1   had 


A    GESTLE   LIFE. 


^75 


iucrity 

then  if 
list  say 

it  will 
ing  the 
for  my 
oil,  my 
,alf-i»Hst 

asingly. 
;  aristo- 


,  and  I 
izabeth, 
d  warm 
jr  guile - 
ices  had 
g  grown 
ler  own 
I,   1   had 


forgotten  that  it  might  be  possible  for  Elizaibeth  to 
have  a  romaiuM-  of  her  own. 

"  Well,  one  ev(;iiing  after  dinner,  Ellen  and  I  were 
sitting  in  the  orcliard,  talking  sometimes,  and  again 
watching  thron«:h  the  Professor's  wondeit'ul  glass 
certain  stragglers  toiling  iij)  I'ilatus  to  spenci  the 
night  and  be  up  in  time  to  set;  tlie  sun  rise.  It  was 
an  evening  of  surpassing  and  \v(>n(h*rl'nl  loveliness, 
such  as  we  do  not  often  see  in  our  mistv  isle  ;  the  nir 
soft,  still,  serene,  bearing  every  sound  on  its  breast, 
and  so  crystal  clear  it  seemed  to  breathe  new  life  into 
one.  Not  a  cloud,  nor  even  a  tleeey  Him  dist*  rbed  the 
azure  of  the  sky,  except  in  the  east,  where  the  horizon 
was  purple  -a  royal  purple — merging  to  softest  lilac 
ere  it  met  the  blue.  The  west  was  the  usual  ruddy 
splendour,  and " 

"  You  ought  to  have  written  books,  Elizabeth,  and 
not  I,"  I  interposed. 

"  Are  you  laughing  at  me  ?  Well,  I  shall  not 
weary  you  with  any  more  tedious  description." 

"  How  touchy  you  are,  Elizabeth  I  1  do  not  know 
what  has  come  to  you.  I'm  not  going  to  let  you  off 
in  that  fashion.     Tell  me  how  the  lake  looked." 

"  As  if  you  did  not  know  how  Lucerne  mirrors 
every  passing  mood  of  the  canopy  over  it.     it  was  so 


27^ 


ELIZABETH   GLEN.   MB. 


Btill  I  thniiirlit  only  of  tlie  sea  of  j^lass  the  Bible 
H|)('HkH  of,  and  tlic  little  Ixuits  aH  tlioy  glided  to  and 
fro  scarcely  >tiemed  to  distnrh  it.  Only  the  steamers, 
laden  as  they  came  np  from  Kliiellen  and  StauHsfadt, 
with  tlieir  noisy  |»nlhn«(  and  their  long  black  trails  of 
smt)ke,  seemed  like  a  desecration." 

"  I  see  it,  I  see  it  all,  Elizabeth  ;  and  the  fringe  of 
j^rcen  on  the  banks,  dipping  down  to  meet  the  water, 
and  the  laughter  of  the  evening  crowds  on  the  Quay. 
Well,  what  then?" 

"  We  were  sitting,  Ellen  and  1,  and  I  believe  we 
were  talking  about  yon,  when  a  boy — a  page  from  one 
of  the  hotels  -  came  liastily  into  the  garden  and,  with 
hat  in  hand,  respectfully  addressed  us  in  pretty  broken 
English. 

"'The  English  madam --who  is  the  doctor — would 
she  be  so  good  —at  the  Schweizerhof — a  lady  wishes 
her — immediate.' 

"Ellen  promptly  interviewed  him  in  Gorman, 
which  she  t''anslated  to  me  disjointedly.  A  lady 
was  taken  suddenly  ill  at  the  Schweizerhof,  and 
would  I  go  to  see  her  without  delay.  We  sent  the 
lad  off  to  tell  them  I  was  coming,  and  Ellen  and  I 
got  our  hats  and  followed  almost  immediately.  She 
said  she  w^onld  sit  on  the  Quay  where  the  band  was 


B   Bible 
to  and 

earners, 

tUMStUllt, 

tmilrt  of 

fringe  of 
le  water, 
be  Qaay. 

lieve  we 
from  one 
ind,  with 
,v  broken 

r — would 
y  wishes 


German, 


A  lady 
lof,  and 
sent  the 
en  and  I 
ly.  She 
)and  was 


/I    CF.NTLF.    Ul'E, 


t^^ 


playintj,  and  wait  till  T  cnino.  As  I  crnsscMl  the  rojid 
from  the  Qnav  to  the  hotel  T  sccn'tlv  wondered  liow 
the  lady  had  leuriied  I  was  at  tlie  (ylu\let  Loret. 
When  one  jiays  a  private  visit  one's  name  is  not 
usnallv  to  be  fnuiid  in  tlie  list  of  visitors.  I  Inid  not 
asked  tlie  lady's  name,  but  the  hotel  porter  wus  on 
the  look-out  tor  rae,  and  I  saw  by  his  faee  that  some- 
thing serious  was  apprehended  ;  and  the  moment  1 
entered  I  was  taken  in  an  elevator  to  the  third  floor, 
and  into  a  large,  handsome  sitting-room,  where  an 
old  lady  came  to  me  presently,  the  sweetest  old  lady 
I  think  1  had  ever  seen.  She  looked  terribly  dis- 
tressed,  and  regarded  me  so  imploringly  that  I  felt 
a  trifle  coid'used.  The  UKunent  she  spoke  my  heart 
warmed  to  her,  for  she  was  Scotch,  and  had  the  real 
Edinburgh  accent,  which  is  music  to  me  always  and 
everywhere. 

"  '  It  is  my  daughter,  Doctor  Glen,'  she  said 
falteringly.  '  My  name  is  liawrence.  I  knew  your 
mother  before  she  was  married,  and  1  have  heard  of 
you  from  my  friend  Lady  Hamilton,  of  Flisk  C'astle.'" 

I  wondered  a  little  just  then  why  Elizabeth  turned 
away  her  head,  and  why  her  voice  distinctly  trembled 
as  she  uttered  these,  to  me,  unfamiliar  names.  Hut 
she  did  not  pause  at  all,  and  presently  in  my  interest 


1   ' 

i-  : 


1:   ■ 


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ELIZABETH  GLEN,    M.B. 


in  the  stor"  I  forgot  my  momentary  wonder,  though 
it  recurred  to  me  more  than  once  as  she  went  on. 

*•  I  knew  who  she  was  instantly,  of  course,  the 
widow  of  a  well-known  Edin})urgh  ndvocate  who 
had  died  suddenly  in  his  prime,  leaving  her  with 
one  child,  the  daughter  who  was  now  so  ill.  I  re- 
membered seeing  her  once  at  Flisk,  a  pretty  golden- 
haired  little  orirl  who  won  everybody's  heart.'' 

"  You  knew  the  Hamiltons  well,  then  ?  "  I  asked  ; 
and  Elizabeth  answered  agaiu  without  looking  at  me 
and  with  tliat  odd  constraint  still  in  her  voice. 

'*  Yes,  Flisk  is  next  to  Glens])eed.  We  have 
always  known  the  Hamiltons,"  she  replied. 

"  I  have  not  heard  you  speak  much  about  them, 
1  ventured  to  say,  but  Elizabeth  continued  her  story 
without  noticing  that  suggestive  remark. 

" '  Your  daughter  has  been  taken  suddenly  ill, 
Mrs.  Lawrence,'  1  satd  symfiathetically.  '  What  was 
the  cause?' 

" '  I  don't  know.  W^e  can't  make  it  out,'  said 
Mrs.  Lawrence  mournfully.  '  Effie  has  always  been 
healthy,  though  not  perfectly  robust.  She  felt  a 
little  upset  by  the  journey  yesterday,  and  I  kept  her 
in  bed  to-day.  Since  lunch  she  has  grown  rapidly 
worse,* 


I:' 


A    GENTLE  LI!  E. 


279 


r,  though 
:  on. 

urse,  the 
cate  who 
her  with 
11.  I  re- 
y  golden- 

I  asked  ; 


iiig  at  me 


IVe    have 

it  them, 
her  story 

ienly   ill, 
Vhat  was 

)ut,'  said 
'■avs  been 
le  felt  a 
kept  her 
1   rapidly 


"  *  I  had  better  see  her  at  once,'  I  said,  a  tritic 
anxiously.  I  felt  so  sorry  for  the  widowed  mother 
whose  one  ewe  lamb  had  thus  been  stricken.  The 
bedroom  opened  off  the  sitting-room,  and  when  I 
followed  the  mother  in  and  looked  at  the  patient 
I  felt  more  anxious  still.  She  was  in  a  high  fever, 
and  comi)lained  of  so  much  pain  that  my  lirst  care 
was  to  administer  something  to  relieve  it.  She  bad 
not  much  reserve  strength,  I  could  see  ;  prop])ed  up 
among  her  pillows  I  thougJit  her  a  fragile-looking 
creature,  one  of  the  sweetest  and  most  guileless  that 
ever  drew  the  breath  of  life. 

" '  Oh,  it  is  so  nice  to  see  you  instead  of  a  horrid 
man-doctor,  especially  a  foreign  one,  with  long 
whiskers  perha])s,  and  goggle  eyes,'  she  said,  almost 
gaily.  'Mamma  thinks  I  am  very  ill.  Isn't  she 
needlessly  frightened,  l)u-iur  (ilen?  and  what  a 
lucky  chance  that  you  should  be  in  Lucerne  at  the 
same  time.' 

"I  could  not  laugh  and  joke  much  with  her,  for 
I  was  anxiously  concerned.  I  did  not  like  any  of 
her  symptoms,  and  1  was  in  haste  to  go  out  to  the 
nearest  chemist  to  get  all  1  required. 

"  '  I  always  knew  how  clever  you  were.  Doctor  Glen,' 
Bhe  said,  looking  at  me   with   a   slight    wisttulness. 


28o 


ELIZABETH  GLES,   MB. 


'  Keitli  1ms  told  me  yon  are  good,  but  perhaps  you 
have  heard  that  I  am  engaged  to  Keith,  and  that 
we  expect  to  be  married  in  Oi^tober,  Then  1  go  to 
Flisk  Castle,  and  poor  mamma  will  be  left  quite 
alone.' " 

At  this  point  Doctor  Glen  suddenly  stopped  and 
looked  me  very  fully  in  the  face. 

"  Before  I  began  this  story,  Annie,  I  knew  certain 
parts  of  it  would  be  inexplicable  to  you,  but  I  must 
beg  of  you  not  to  interrupt  me  by  a  single  question. 
Before  T  come  quite  to  the  end  you  will  understand 
perliaps  how  I  felt  as  Efiie  Lawrence  spoke  these 
words. 

" '  No,  I  hv.ve  not  heard,'  I  replied,  as  steadily  as 
I  could,  tliough  I  knew  I  must  have  looked  queerly. 
Certainly  I  felt  it.  J  had  only  one  desire — to  get 
out  of  the  room,  to  feel  myself  ([uite  alone,  for  the 
name  had  set  my  heart  throbbing  like  the  waves  of 
a  tempestuous  sea,  and  1  was  for  the  moment  unfit 
for  the  duty  of  my  profession.  But  it  passed,  and 
when  I  followed  Mrs.  Lawrence  out  into  the  sitting- 
room  I  was  ([uite  t;alm  and  ready  to  sj)eak  and  to  hear 
colleetedlv. 

"  '  You  are  anxious.  Doctor  Glen,  I  can  see,'  said 
the  poor  mother  tremulously. 


A    GENTLE   LIFE. 


aSi 


rhaps  you 
and  that 
1  1  go  to 
eft   quite 

pped  and 

w  certain 
t  I  must 
question, 
iderstand 
ke  these 

eadily  as 
queei'iy. 
— to  get 
,  for  the 
waves  of 
ent  unfit 
sed,  and 
i  sitting- 
i  to  hear 

lee,'  said 


"*I  am  very  anxious.  There  is  another  Eu^vlish 
doctor  in  Lucerne.  He  comes  from  London  as  1  do, 
and  I  know  him  pretty  well.  He  is  at  the  Hotel  de 
TEurope.  With  your  kind  permission  I  will  go  and 
fetch  him.  He  has  probably  not  yet  risen  from  table- 
d'hdte.' 

"I  shall  never  forget  the  anguish  in  that  sweet 
^^ce,  yet,  as  such  women  do,  she  kept  perfectly  calm, 
and  assented  to  all  my  suggestions  at  once. 

"  *  You  heard  her  say  she  is  engagetl  to  her  cousin 
Keith  HamiJton,'  she  said.  '  He  is  in  the  Tyrol  at 
present,  at  Ischl,  I  think,  and  was  to  follow  us  here 
next  week.     Had  I  better  send  for  him  ?  ' 

'' '  You  had  better,'  I  replied  ;  and  then  she  took 
my  hand  between  her  two  thin  white  palms,  and 
looked  at  me  most  pitifully. 

" '  My  dear,  it  is  a  bitter  cup.  Pray  that  it  may 
pass  from  me.  She  is  my  all,  and  has  done  no  harm 
in  this  dear  world.     But  His  will  be  done.' 

"  I  hurried  out.  I  could  not  speak.  Oh,  my  dear, 
there  are  times  when  we  feel  our  puny  knowledge  but 
mocks  us,  wheh  we  are  inclined  to  think  our  pro- 
fession worse  than  useless.  8o  I  felt  then.  I  forgot 
all  about  Ellen,  but  drove  back  to  the  H6tel  de 
I'Europe  for  Doctor  Ridgway,  of  Bryanston  Square, 


W 


^.R 


282 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,   M.B. 


whose  nurae  I  bud  acoidentallv  seen  in  the  visitors* 
list  that  very  day.  I  caught  him  leaving  table-d'hote, 
and  he  came  back  with  me  at  once.  His  opinion 
coincided  with  mine — we  could  not  give  Mrs.  Lawrence 
any  hope." 

''  What  was  it  ?  *'  I  usked. 

"  Oh,  a  common  trouble  enough  ;  but  one  which 
often  baffles  all  the  skill  we  have,"  Doctor  Glen 
replied,  "  and  often  it  is  sudden  and  fatal  in  its 
results.  After  Doctor  Uidgway  left,  I  ottered  to 
watch  Jill  night,  or  part  of  the  night,  by  the  poor 
girl,  and  they  both  seemed  grateful.  Tlieu  I  remem- 
bered Ellen,  and  went  back  to  the  Quay  to  find,  of 
course,  that  she  had  gone.  I  returned  to  the  hotel, 
wrote  a  hasty  note,  and  despatched  the  boy  with  it. 
I  asked  her  to  come  aloui;'  after  breakfast  next 
morning,  as  I  might  require  her.  I  knew  she  was  a 
good  nurse,  even  in  her  girlhood.  Then  I  went  up 
to  Etiie's  room.  It  was  almost  midnight  before  I 
could  persuade  Mrs.  Lawrence  to  go  and  lie  down, 
and  she  only  consented  when  I  poinded  out  how 
serious  it  would  be  to  have  two  patieats  on  my  hands 
instead  of  one.  The  child  seemed  pleased  to  have  me 
beside  her.  She  liked  me  to  sit  quite  clt)se  to  the 
bed,  and  1  could  not  tell  you  all  the  things  she  said. 


A    GENTLE  LIFF. 


283 


visitors' 
le-d'hote, 
1  opinion 
jawrence 


le  which 
or  Glen 
,1  iu  its 
Tered  to 
be  poor 
remern- 
find,  of 
le  hotel, 
with  it. 
st  next 
ie  was  a 
went  up 
before  I 
e  down, 
Hit  how 
y  hands 
lave  me 
e  to  the 
>he  said. 


Her  constant  talk  about  Keitb  Hamilton  was  almost 
more  than  I  could  bear  ;  the  keenest  [)ain  of  all  was 
because  I  knew  that  the  fragrance  of  an  old  dream 
was  not  yet  destroyed  ;  and  that  I  was  weak— weak 
where  I  had  priih'd  myself  on  my  strength.  But  she 
guessed  nothing  of  that  inward  and  terrible  struggle 
as  I  listened  to  her  constant  babble  about  her  happi- 
ness, and  lier  oft-expressed  fear  lest  she  should  not 
be  fit  enough  wife  for  such  a  good,  noble,  clever  man. 

'* '  It  is  so  good  of  him  to  ^toop  to  poor  little  me,' 
she  said,  with  child-like  liumility.  'I  have  always 
loved  him,  but  I  nevei  aspiivd  to  be  his  wife.  Don't 
you  think  Keith  Hamilton  deserves  a  better  wife  ?  ' 

"  '  He  could  not  possibly  find  another  so  good  or 
half  so  sweet,'  I  replied  ;  and  truer  words  I  never 
spoke. 

'^ '  But  he  is  so  clever  and  knows  so  much,'  she 
said  wistfully.  '  Perhaps  some  day  he  will  be  sadly 
disappointed  in  his  poor  little  wife.  I  hope  1  am  not 
quite  so  bad  as  Dora  in  "  Copperfield."  Do  you  think 
I  am  ? ' 

"  '  Hush,  my  darling  ;  Keith  Hamilton  knows  as 
well  as  I  do  that  all  intellectual  gifts  pale  before  the 
radiance,  of  a  pure,  unselfish  heart  like  yours,'  I  said; 
and,  bending  over  her,  I  kissed  her  twice,  and  the 


284 


ELIZABETH   GLEN,    MB. 


last  kiss  was  my  farewell  to  a  dream  from  which  1 
knew  in  a  moment  of  sn])ieme  bitterness  that  I  had 
never  parted  all  these  years.  But  it  was  over  now. 
Very  early  in  the  morning  the  distressed  and  anxious 
motlier  came  to  relieve  ine  oi'  my  vigil.  I  went  up 
to  her  room  iind  tlirew  myself,  dressed  aa  I  was,  on 
the  bed,  but  sleep  was  impossible.  Too  many  memo- 
ries haunted  me,  and  the  bitterness  of  a  past  time 
rose  up  before  me  with  such  vividness  that  I  did  not 
know  how  to  bear  it.  I  rose  at  length,  and  throwing 
open  the  window,  allowed  the  sweet  breath  of  the 
morning  to  cool  my  hot  face,  and  the  loveliness  of 
the  new  dawn,  before  the  heat  and  burden  of  the  day 
had  robbed  it  of  its  freshness,  laid  a  hush  upon  my 
fevered  spirit.  Looking  out  ui)ou  that  placid  lake, 
with  the  silver  shadows  of  the  mornini>:  twilight  still 
on  its  breast,  and  the  soft  grey  mists  rolling  back- 
ward from  tlie  mountains  to  prepare  them  for  the 
sun's  caress,  I  felt  that  nature  has  a  message  for  ns 
in  every  mood,  and  will  give  comfort  to  our  souls 
even  in  their  extremity  if  we  only  understand  her 
silent  speech,  I  felt  such  a  desire  to  be  out  of  doors 
that,  though  it  was  only  half-past  five,  I  put  on  my 
hat  and  stole  downstairs.  A  few  sleepy-eyed  servants 
were  about,  and  the  porter  undid  half  the  door  to 


which  1 
lat  I  had 
)ver  now. 
1  anxious 

went  up 
[  was,  on 
ly  memo- 
)ast  time 
[  did  not 
throwing 
a  of  the 
liness  of 
■  the  day 
upon  my 
cid  lake, 
ght  still 
ag  back- 

for  the 
e  for  ns 
iir  souls 
and  her 
of  doors 
;  on  my 
servants 
door  to 


':.   -It 


I  ■  i 


"  '  YOU    HtHE  :    .    .    .    WHAT  DOES   IT  ALL   MEAN  V  " 


[l>     -.bb. 


* 


A   GENTLE  UFE. 


■  *    9( 


[i^l 


^^-' 


SL»j 


Ur    ibD. 


285 


let  me  out,  asking  civilly  what  boat  I  wanted  to 
catch,  and  if  1  had  had  any  breakfast.  1  thanked 
hiiu  and  passed  out  to  the  porch.  All  tlu*  flowers  and 
plants  before  the  door  were  wet  with  dew,  and  the  air 
had  a  cool,  clean  touch  wliich  most  refreshed  me. 

*' As  I  stepped  across  tt  the  roadway,  a  cab  rattled 
np  to  the  gate,  and  a  gentleman,  in  great  haste,  flung 
himself  out.  Then  all  tlie  earth  seemed  to  rock 
beneath  my  feet,  and  the  landscape  swam  before  my 
eyes ;  though  I  stood  quite  cahuly  before  Keith 
Hamilton,  and  gave  him  good-morning  in  a  voice 
cold  as  ice,  as  he  has  told  me  since.  He  looked  even 
more  stricken  than  1.     His  first  words  were, — 

"  '  You  here  !  what  does  it  all  mean  ?  * 

"  1  saw  that  his  strong  brown  hand  trembled  as 
he  thrust  it  in  his  pocket  for  the  necessary  change, 
and  I  would  have  turned  away,  but  his  eyes  chained 
me — those  frank,  fearless  eyes,  which  had  never 
known  the  droop  of  shame  or  the  swerving  of  dis- 
honour, and  I  said  to  myself,  as  I  waited  while  he 
dismissed  the  man,  that  in  all  my  travels  I  had  never 
met  his  equal ;  that  Keith  Hamilton  was  my  woman's 
ideal  of  all  a  man  should  be,  even  as  he  had  been  the 
idol  of  my  girlish  dream. 

" '  Now,'  he  said,  and  he  looked  me  very  straightly 


!■ 


286 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  M.B. 


in  the  face,  and  his  glance  warmed  my  starved  heart, 
for  I  saw  its  deep  tenderness,  its  unspeakable  yearn- 
ing, which  dared  not  now  find  a  voice.  And  a  great 
joy  possessed  my  soul,  because  I  saw  that  I  was  not 
forgotten. 

"  *  I  have  been  watching  by  poor  Ettie  Lawrence  all 
night,'  1  said,  *  and  I  wanted  a  breath  of  fresh  air. 
I  am  glad  you  have  come.' 

"  *  What  is  the  matter  with  lier  ?  '  he  asked,  almost 
roughly.  '  I  saw  her  in  London  only  ten  days  ago, 
and  she  was  then  perfectly  well.' 

"  '  She  is  not  so  now,'  I  repliea  gravely.  '  You 
may  prepare  yourself ;  it  is  impossible  she  can 
live.' 

"  He  regarded  me  sternly  for  a  moment,  then  a 
great  sob  shook  him,  and  he  went  his  way  without 
vouchsafing  me  another  look  or  word,  and  I  stole 
across  to  the  deserted  Quay,  and  sat  down  on  a  seat 
close  to  the  water's  edge,  and  pondered  in  my  heart 
many,  many  things,  both  bitter  and  sweet.  But  in  all 
my  thoughts  was  I  most  loyal  to  that  sweet,  innocent 
soul,  so  soon  to  pass  from  earthly  ken,  and  I  prayed, 
if  a  miracle  might  yet  be  permitted  here,  that  her 
life  might  be  saved.  Yet  knew  1  all  the  time  that 
no  earthly  aid  could  avail.     1  had  not  watched  these 


r. 

s  ■ 

]■<■■' 

u 


A   GLNTLE  UFE. 


287 


Bd  heart, 

le  yearn- 

cl  a  grout 

was  not 

re  lice  all 
rash  air. 

I,  almost 
avs  as:o, 

.     '  Yon 

3he    can 

then  a 
without 
I  stole 
I  a  seat 
ly  heart 
it  in  all 
inocent 
prayed, 
lat  her 
le  that 
I  these 


silent  night  honrs  for  nought ;  and  I  knew  the  end 
could  not  be  very  far  away. 

"At  eight  o'oh)ck,  Ellen  came  down  from  tin* 
Chillet  Loret,  full  of  sympathy  and  anxious  th'sire 
to  help;  when  she  saw  me,  she  J4»pejired  much 
concerned. 

"  *  Why,  Elizabeth,*  she  said,  *  I  could  not  have 
believed  that  the  loss  of  a  few  hours'  sleep  would 
have  so  chauged  you  I  *  , 

"  '  It  is  not  that,  PlUen,*  I  answered.  '  I  found 
in  my  poor  patient  one  I  knew  once,  associated  with 
the  old  life  at  Glenspeed,  and  it  has  greatly  upset  me. 
Oh,  my  dear,  life  is  a  great  mystery  1  1  wish  our  eyes 
were  not  always  so  holden  that  we  could  not  see/ 

"  Dr.  Ridgway  also  came  most  kindly  after  break- 
fast, and  all — all  was  done  to  prolong  that  sweet 
life,  to  save  it  to  the  love  of  those  her  love  had 
blessed.  It  was  my  strange  experience,  1  who  loved 
Keith  Hamilton  as  my  own  soul,  to  remain  a  watcher 
in  that  room  while  he  sat  by  Effie  Lawrence's  bed, 
she  looking  ujion  him  as  her  lover,  almost  her 
husband  ;  and  so  strangely  are  we  constituted,  and 
so  abounding  is  the  grace  and  mercy  of  God,  that 
not  only  could  I  witness  it  without  bitterness,  but 
I  could  pray  incessantly  with  unceasing  and  intense 


'■\ 


i 


288 


ELiZABETH  GLEN,   MB. 


uplifting  of  heart  Unit,  if  possible',  she  mi^ht  yet 
live.  Bnt  it  'umld  not  be  !  Her  gentle  mee  was 
run.  lu  her  brief  span  of  life  she  had  known  no 
sorrow  and  much  joy.  Hers  was  a  rnitnre  the 
breath  of  sorrow  would  iiave  crushed  ;  and  though 
it  seemed  hard  to  all  looking  on  that  a  life  so 
young  and  beautiful  should  thus  untimely  end, 
perhaps  it  was  well,  for  even  to  the  sheltered  and 
the  cared-for,  sorrow,  the  heritage  of  all  earth's 
children,  must  sooner  or  later  come.  She  died  at 
bunset  in  Keith  Hamilton's  arms,  and  in  my  soul 
I  blessed  him,  because  from  him  had  gone  forth  no 
shadow  to  add  a  pang  to  her  passing. 

"  About  an  hour  before  slie  died  I  was  there 
alone  with  her.  Not  alwnys  could  the  poor  mother 
bear  up,  and  when  her  grief  obtained  the  mastery 
she  always  left  the  room.  Poor  Etne  had  been,  as 
we  thought,  asleep.  When  her  mother  had  left  us 
alone  she  opened  her  eyes  and  looked  at  me  with 
a  quiet,  brave  little  smile. 

"  *  I  am  very  ill  and  tired.  Poor  mamma  cannot 
bear  it.  Something  has  whispered  to  me  I  shall 
not  get  well.  It  is  just  a  little  hard,  when  I  was 
60  happy  ;  but  perhaps,  after  all,  it  is  better,  in 
case  any  one  should  have  been  disappointed.' 


ight  yet 

•a('«'    was 

nowii  no 

nre    tho 

I  thongli 

k   life    80 

elv    <Mul, 

(M*L'«l  and 

earth's 

(lied   at 

my  sonl 

forth  n«) 

is    there 

mother 

mastery 

been,  as 

left  us 

e   with 

cannot 
I   shall 
I  was 
ktter,  in 


A    nF.STl.E  IJFE. 


2Sn 


"1  knew  (|iiit<'  well  wliaf  she  nioitit,  hut  1  coul'l 
not  answer  her.  I  laid  <h>wii  niv  clicck  (tii  her 
pule  liand,  and  I  iVlt  my  soul  cleave  s(»  tn  licr  th:if 
1  wouhl  fiiin  lijivc  hiid  hare  hoforo  h<T  the  liurdni 
w'hicli  had  hiin  upon  it  for  years.  1  ji?n  i^dad  now 
I   did  not   witli  niv  sorrow  trouhh^  her  tender  liesiif. 

"*Yon  !ire  so  good.  Kejtli  ;ilwiiys  t(d(l  me  8o, 
hut  now  I  know  it,'  she  sjiid,  very  ([uietly.  'Will 
you  c(»me  nearer  to  nn*  till  I  whisper  something  tf) 
von  wliieli   nohoilv  else   must    liear  ? ' 

''  1  did  80 — so  near  that  1  almost  Indd  her  to  m\ 
henrt. 

"'It  is  just  this:  If,  after  I  am  gone,  Keith 
should  he  very  lonely,  and,  reverencing  v<mi  as  he 
does,  should  ask  you  to— to  hel])  him,  will  yon 
remember  that  it  will  make  me  li;ij)py  in  heaven, 
because  I  know  that,  however  happ)  you  two 
might  be,  I  shall  never  be  forgotten  ?  * 

"  I  could  not  speak  ;  but,  somehow,  she  seennMl 
to  understand,  and  1  do  think  that  there  came  to 
her  in  that  last,  hour  a  clearness  of  vision  which 
revealed  to  her  what  was  ]mssing  in  the  hearts  of 
others  ;  but  I  felt  that  she  knew  my  stormy  heart- 
history  just  as  well  as  if  L  liad  myself  laid  it  bare 
to  her,  and    so    we    came    very    near    to    each   other, 

19 


290 


ELIZABETH   G!  EN,    M.B. 


tliongh  we  both  loved  Keith  Hamilton  with  the  one 
love  of  a  woman's  life. 

"  And  so     and  so — she  died.'' 

"  Bnt  tliat  is  not  all,  Eliznbeth,"  I  said,  very 
softly,  fearing  to  inti'ude  upon  what  I  saw  was  so 
sacred  to  mv  friend. 

''  No,  not  all ;  hut  I  cannot  tell  yon  any  more 
to-dav.  It  will  be  mv  story  and  Keith  Hamilton's 
next  time,  dear,  when  1  am  able." 

''  Will  you  give  me  that,  Elizabeth  ?  " 

"  Yes  ;  wliy  not,  when  I  have  given  so  much  ? 
Some  explanation  must  be  forthcoming,  anyhow, 
for  the  sudden  retirement  of  Elizabeth  Glen  from 
the  practice  of  her  profession,"  she  replied,  and  a 
very  faint  smile  dawned  on  her  face,  making  it  so 
inexi)ressibly  lovely  that  I  wondered  I  had  never 
before  thought  her  really  a  beantiful  woman. 

And  though  both  our  hearts  were  full  to  over- 
flowing, and  though  I  had  heard  for  the  fiirst  time 
such  great  and  wonderful  news,  we  parted  without 
speech,  and  I  thougiit  more  of  Effie  Lawrence  than 
of  Elizabeth  as  I  went  my  way. 


the  one 


id,   very 
was   so 


ly   more 
tmilton's 


much  ? 
anyhow, 
en  from 
,  and  a 
ig  it  so 
d  never 
I. 

to  over- 
'st  time 
without 
ce  than 


XII. 


HKU    OWN    ROMANCK. 


"  TT  is  a  complicated  story,"  said  Elizabeth,  "  but  I 
must  begin  at  the  ery  beginning,  which  dates 
from  a  time  before  you  knew  me— when  I  was  a  louo- 
lank  slip  of  a  girl  at  Glenspeed,  and  he  was  a  Trinity 
boy  coming  liome  from  Glenalmond  at  Easter  and 
midsummer  and  Christmas,  full  of  boyish  slang  and 
boyish  sports,  all  of  which  I  shaivil." 
"  Slang,  too,  Elizabeth  ?  " 

"  Yes,  every  word,  till  Aunt  Grace  and  father  had 
to  lecture  me  individually  and  collectively,  and  point 
out  the  enoi-mity  of  such  an  offence  in  the  heiress  of 
Glenspeed.  I  did  not  mind  the  lecturing,  and  I  don't 
believe  it  did  a  bit  of  good.  It  was  a  jolly,  happy, 
never-to-be-forgotten  time.  If  I  live  to  be  a  hundred 
I  shall  cherish  the  memory  of  if  as  the  most  precious 
of  mv  life." 


t 
it 


I 


f 


291 


392 


ELIZABETH  GLEN.   MB. 


"  Flisk  is  near  to  Glenspecd,  isn't  it  ?  " 

'*  It  is  ihe  next  place,  and  we  knew  all  the  short 
cuts.  Keith  was  an  only  child,  like  me,  and  we  were 
quite  inseparable.  I  used  to  write  letters  doleful  and 
sentimental,  interspersed  with  a  few  facts  about 
puppies  and  calves  and  colts,  until  one  of  them,  the 
most  doleful  and  sentimental  I  ever  wrote,  fell  into 
the  hands  of  one  of  his  chums,  who  read  it  to  every 
boy  in  the  form.  I  leave  you  to  ima^^ine  what  kind 
of  life  poor  Keith  had  after  it,  and  there  was  ample 
excuse  for  the  kind  of  epistle  he  launched  upon  my 
devoted  head.  I've  got  it  still,  and  I'm  going  to  show 
it  to  him  one  of  these  days  when  he  iuippens  to  be 
more  aggravating  than  usual." 

'<  What  did  hesav?" 

"  I  don't  think  I  dare  tell  you." 

"  Yes,  do — 1  shall  understand  him  ever  so  much 
better." 

"  Well,  he  said,  if  I  '  rote  one  more  like  that  to 
him  he'd  never  look  near  Glenspeed  again,  and  that 
he'd  take  back  Silver,  the  setter  puppy  he  had  given 
me  for  my  birthday,  and  make  Donald,  the  Flisk 
forester,  ^ut  gates  on  all  the  footpaths,  and  lock  them, 
too,  and  more  such  stuff,  which  is  very  amusing 
reading  now,  though  it  took  away  uiy  appetite  for  two 


HER  OWN  ROMANCE. 


29;> 


le  short 
we  were 
eful  and 
•5  about 
lem,  the 
fell  into 
to  every 
lat  kind 
IS  ample 
i})on  my 
to  show 
lis  to  be 


50  much 

that  to 
md  that 
id  given 
le  Flisk 
\\i  them, 
imusing 

for  two 


whole  days,  and  made  me  water  poor  Silver's  glossy 
head  daily  with  my  tears.  I  had  it  out  with  him,  and 
made  him  beg  my  pardon,  too,  tlie  very  next  time  he 
came  home  ;  hut  I  wrote  no  more  love-letters  to 
Glenalmond.  His  father  is  one  of  the  finest  old 
gentlemen  von  could  wish  to  see.  You  have  often 
said  my  dear  old  fatlier  is  your  heatt  i<feal  of  what  a 
gentleman  and  a  father  ought  to  be  ;  but  you  have 
never  seen  Colonel  Hamilton.  He  won  the  V.O.  in 
India,  and  though  he  is  such  a  grand,  brave  soldier, 
his  heart  is  as  simple  as  a  chihVs." 

"  Is  his  mother  alive  also  ?" 

*'  She  was  then — Lady  Marjorie,  a  daughter  of  the 
Larl  of  Blount  Meldrum.  I  loved  her,  too,  but  I 
belifc  'e  I  adored  the  Colonel,  and  when  the  estrange- 
ment came  it  nearly  broke  my  heart." 

'^  Elizabeth,  to  think  you  ha<l  this  in  your  heart  all 
these  years,  and  I  never  dreamed  of  it  I  *'  1  could  not 
help  saying. 

'^  It  was  no  treason  to  you,  dear,  to  keep  it  hid. 
The  thing  was  over,  and  if  I  had  allowed  myself  to 
speak  of  it  or  brood  over  it,  I  should  have  been  un- 
fitted for  my  work.  I  always  meant  to  tell  you  some 
day,  and  that  day  has  come." 

"Only  when   it  was    inevitable,"  I  said,  bound  to 


:!:K 


ii'!^ 


394 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,  MB. 


have  my  grumble  out.  "  I  don't  suppose  you'd 
exactly  wish  me  to  hear  of  your  love  affairs  from  an 
outsider." 

'*  Oh,  don't  be  so  touchy,  dear,"  said  Elizabetli 
brightly,  for  she  saw  I  was  only  teasing  her.  ''  Do 
vou  or  do  vou  not  wish  to  hear  the  history  of  Elizabetli 
Glen's  first  and  only  love  affixir?" 

'^  Go  on,"  I  said,  giving  my  pencil  a  now  point,  and 
smoothing  the  j)aper  of  my  note-book — whicli  I  shall 
for  ever  keep  because  it  bears  the  record  of  Doctor 
Glen's  romance. 

"  Well,  from  Glenalmond,  Keith  went  to  Oxford, 
and  did  well  there.  His  father  would  have  liked  him 
to  enter  the  army,  but  his  tastes  lay  in  the  occu- 
pations of  a  country  gentleman.  He  was  the  best 
rider,  the  best  shot,  and  the  best  rod  in  the  count} , 
and  he  worshipped  every  stone  that  lay  on  the  lands 
of  Flisk,  so  when  he  attained  liis  majority  he  settled 
down  to  look  after  the  estate." 

"  How  old  were  you  then,  Elizabetli  ?  " 

''  Nineteen,  he  was  one-and-twenty,  and  for  a  time 
we  were  as  great  chums  as  ever." 


"  And  what  led  to  the  estransreraent  ? 


» 


"  Why,  this  thing,  my  desire  to  be  a  doctor,  and  to 
live  a  more  useful  and  a  fuller  life  than  that  of—" 


\-,-*" 


HER   Oil  A'  RCmAA'(  E. 


295 


Dse    you'd 
s  from  an 

Elizabetli 


er. 


"Do 


Elizabetl 


:ii 


)oint,  and 
'h  I  shall 
►f  Doctor 

Oxford, 
iked  him 
he  occu- 
the  best 
^  countv, 
he  lands 
e  settled 


'  a  time 


•,  and  to 


"  Keitli  Hninilton's  witV  ?  " 

She  nodded,  and  her  luce  flushed  softly,  and  her 
eyes  shone.  "  It  beg'an  when  Mary  Rutherford  came 
one  summer  to  Glenspeed  and  announced  her  intention 
of  becoming  a  medical  missionary  and  going  in  for 
Zenana  work.     Have  von  ever  seen  Marv  ?  " 

"  Why,  yes ;  that  little  l)lack-eyed,  weary-faced 
creature,  who  always  h)oked  so  intense  and  melan- 
choly ;   but  she  had  a  true,  unselfish  lieart." 

"  That  she  had  ;  and  siie  has  done,  and  is  doing,  a 
great  work.  But,  you  see,  her  case  was  different  from 
mine.  She  was  an  ori)han — only  tolerated  in  the 
house  of  the  aunt  who  brought  her  up.  Pa})a  had 
nobody  but  me.  But  we  are  so  lieadstrong  in  our 
youth;  we  see  nothing  hut  what  we  wish  to  see,  and 
imagine  we  are  called  of  (iod  to  a  great  work,  whereas 
it  is  only  self  jminting  us  to  a  congenial  course." 

''True,  Elizabeth,"  1  murmured  ferventlv,  as  mv 
thoughts  went  back  to  my  own  headstrong  youth. 
"  You  never  spoke  truer  words  than  these." 

"  Mary  came  to  Glenspeed  that  summer  fired  with 
her  new  enthusiasm.  I  was  young  and  very  impres- 
sionable ;  she  soon  convinced  me  I  led  a  life  of 
luxurious  and  sinful  ease,  though  1  sometimes  thought 
I  had  a  good  deal  to  do.     She  brought  her  medical 


■  I 


igb 


EUZAliETil  GLEN,   M.n 


])ooks  witJi  Ikt,  and  we  nsccl  to  stiulv  tlieiu  toijretlicM'. 
Before  slie  Jeft  (ilens})ee(l  loy  mind  was  mude  up.  1 
was  deterniiiied  to  go  in  i'or  a  medical  course,  and  to 
ibilow  Mary  to  India  x\i  the  earliest  Dossihle  moment. 
Hut  how  to  hreak  it  to  fathi^r  and  Aunt  Grace  !  It 
kept  me  awjike  for  nights. 

"  Well,  f  did  a  very  foolish  thing.     I  confided  my 


»> 


secret  ambition  first  to  Keith  Hamilton.' 

"  Were  you  engaged  to  him  then  ?  " 

"  No,  we  were  simply  chums,  hut  I  knew  as  well  as 
he  did  that  to  see  us  married  was  the  secret  and 
most  cherished  desire  of  those  who  loved  us  best,  and 
till  now  1  had  rather  looked  upon  it  as  a  settled  thing 
that  1  should  marry  Keith  one  day  wlien  father  had 
no  further  use  for  me.  But  there  had  never  been  a 
word  of  love  between  us." 

"  Keith,  then,  very  naturally  objected,"  I  said,  with 
intense  interest. 

"  I  shall  always  remember  that  day,"  said  Elizabeth 
reflectively.  "  It  wa^.  October,  a  lovely,  crisp  after- 
noon, when  all  the  fields  were  bare,  and  the  '  trees 
hingin'  yellow,'  as  the  song  says.  Keith  and  I  had 
been  for  a  ride  up  Glendarroch,  and  the  wind  of  the 
hills  was  in  our  ears  as  we  came  down  into  the  low 


II" 


round  once  more.' 


ogetljcr. 
e  up.  1 
3,  and  to 
nomeiit. 
ice !     It 

ded  my 


well  ns 
ret  uiid 
L'st,  aud 
d  thing 
lev  had 

been  a 

d,  with 

zabeth 

after- 

' trees 

I  had 

of  the 

le  low 


''  Did  you  ride  toirether  all  over  tiie  couutry  like 
that,  Elizabeth  ?  " 

"  Why,  yes  ;  we  were  sometimes  out  together  six 
days  in  seven,  and  on  the  seventh  we  met  at  church. 
Ves,  we  were  a  good  deal  to  each  other,  and  after  the 
breach  it  was  not  to  be  wondered  at  that  life  kx.ked 
rather  desolate." 

"I   should    think    not    indeed.       Was    he    angry, 
then  ?  " 

"  No.  He  listened  to  all  I  had  to  say,  and  there 
was  a  kind  of  aggravating  smile  on  his  mouth—he 
has  a  handsome  mouth,  too,  even  when  he  looks  iiis 
sternest  ;  and  when  I  had  finished  he  laid  his  hand 
on  my  bridle-rein,  and  looked  at  me  rather  keenly. 

" '  It's  well  you've  told  me  all  this,  Liz,'  he  said 
calmly.  '  For,  of  course,  it's  the  beginning,  middle, 
and  end  of  the  whole  thing.' 

" '  What  do  you  mean  ? '  I  asked  rather  hotly,  for 
there  was  a  calmly  decisive  air  about  him  which  put 
up  my  temper. 

Why,  that  it  is  out  of  the  question  altogether,  of 
course,  tJiat's  all,'  he  replied. 

"  '  And  why,  pray  ?  '  I  en(piired. 

" '  Well,  to  begin  with,  it's  all  very  well  for  people 
like  Miss  Uutherford  to  go  in  for  that  sort  of  thing,* 


■  'm'' 


298 


ELI/.AliETII  GLEN,   M.Il 


he  said,  nud  I  imagined  a  note  of  eoiiteni])t  in  liis  lust 
words.     '  It's  out  of  tlie  question  for  you.' 

"  '  Wliy  ?  Yon  make  statements  and  you  can  give 
no  reason  for  them,'  I  said  hotly.  'And  you  need 
not  allude  so  (•(►nteinptnously  to  Mary  as  "  that  sort 
of  person "  ;  she  is  a  great  deal  better  tlian  most 
]ieo|)le,  and  she  is  capable  of  a  great  deal  of  sacrifice 
wliicli  we  could  never  hope  to  emulate.' 

"  '  We  don't  want  to — at  least,  I  don't  ;  and  I  hope 
to  goodness,  Liz,  neither  do  you,'  said  Keitli  grimly. 
*  Look  here,  dear' — and  his  voice  fell  a  little,  and  grew 
very  tender — '  you're  not  going  to  throw  me  over 
like  this.  Everybody  knows  we're  to  be  man  and  wife 
some  day.' 

" '  Then  everybody  knows  too  much,'  I  cried 
rebelliously.  '  And  I'm  not  going  to  be  disposed  of 
in  any  such  fashion  to  you  or  anybody  else,  Keith 
Hamilton.  1  can  live  my  own  life,  thank  Heaven, 
independently  of  you  or  of  any  other  man.'  " 

'^  What  made  you  so  mad,  Elizabeth  ? "  I  asked. 
"  These  words  sound  harsh  enough  now,  but  if  you 
spoke  them  in  the  heat  of  passion  they  must  have 
been  rather  hard  hearing  for  Mr.  Keith  Hamilton." 

"  I  was  awfully  angry,  dear.  I  never  remember 
feeling  quite  so  angry  before  or  since.     You  see,  he 


HER  OWN  ROMANCE. 


399 


ill  liis  last 

I  can  give 
vou  need 
'  tbat  sort 
rliaa  moat 
)f  sacrifice 

lud  I  hope 
Ml  jjrrimlv. 
,  and  grew 
me  over 
n  and  wife 

I  cried 
isposed  of 
se,  Keith 
I  Heaven, 

'  I  asked. 
3nt  if  you 
anst  have 
lilton." 
rememloer 
)u  see,  he 


jnat  took  the  wn.:ig  way  with  me.  I  luid  trusted  him 
before  anvl)odv  witu  a  secret  which  was  almost  sacred 
to  me  in  those  days,  and  to  have  one's  most  cherished 
ambition  pooli-poohed  is  not  very  easy  to  bear.  And 
all  the  time  there  was  a  secret  soreness  b(?cause  1 
knew  I  liked  Keith  so  much  that  it  would  uearlv 
break  mv  lieart  to  leave  him." 

"  Well,  what  did  he  say  next  ?  " 

".Just  the  very  thing,  of  course,  which  lie  ouglit 
not  to  have  snid.  He  began  somewliat  in  this  fasliion, 
and  I  imagined  a  certain  lordly,  patronising  air  in  him 
whicli  made  me  wild. 

"  '  It  would  never  do  for  you,  Elizabeth,  to  go  m  for 
such  advanced  ideas.  No  woman  wlio  thinks  anv- 
thing  of  herself  would  or  could  go  in  for  medical 
study.  Why,  it  takes  a  fellow  all  his  time  to  get 
hardened  to  it.  Your  father  will  never  consent  to  it  ; 
and  to  me  it  is  intolerable  to  think  of  you  subjected 
to  experiences  which  will  rob  you  of  that  exc^uisite 
womanliness  which  makes  everybody  love  vou.' 

"*  Exquisite  humbug,'  I  said,  for  these  were  the 
very  arguments  Mary  had  prepared  me  to  expect. 
'  If  my  womanliness  is  to  be  so  easily  damaged, 
Keith  Hamilton,  it  is  a  quality  not  worth  possessing, 
and  I'm   very   much   obliged   to   you   for  your   very 


lOO 


ELI/lliETIl  (;LE.\.   Mil 


[Kior  opinion  of  a  woman  yon  luive  known  all  your 
life.' 

''  He  looked  at  me  perplexedly,  and  I  saw  him  bite 
ills  lipis.  We  had  fallen  out  many  timeH  in  our  lives, 
but  these  were  the  first  hot  words  which  had  passed 
between  iis  since  wc  accounted  ourselves  grown  up  ; 
and  they  liurl  us  both  a  good  deal  more  than  we 
would  have  cared  to  acknowledge.  Presently  he 
began  again. 

'' '  Putting  aside  all  these  other  considerations, 
whic^h  I  regard  as  serious,  though  you  scofi'  at  them, 
it's  an  awfully  hard  grind.  1  don't  believe  you'd 
ever  get  through,  and  if  you  do  it'll  be  at  the  expense 
of  your  health.' 

" '  We'll  see,'  I  said  grimly.  If  there  had  been  a 
lingering  spnrk  of  indecision  in  my  heart  these  words 
dissolved  it,  and  from  that  moment  I  was  a  person  of 
one  idea — to  obtain  with  the  liighest  possible  credit 
that  difficult  degree. 

"  W^e  rode  on  then  in  silence  for  a  time,  and  I  could 
see  that  Keith  was  very  miserable,  but  I  didn't  feel 
a  spark  of  pity  for  him.  He  had  wounded  my  pride 
and  my  susceptibilities  too  deeply,  and  I  told  myself 
he'd  need  to  humble  himself  in  the  very  dust  before 
I  would  forgive  him." 


HEF   OWN   ROMANCE. 


30' 


all    voiir 

'  him  bite 
our  lives, 
ad  passed 
rowii  up  ; 
than  we 
seutiy    he 

derations, 
f  at  them, 
eve  you'd 
e  expense 

id  been  a 

ese  words 

Derson  of 

Die  credit 

d  I  could 
dn't  feel 
my  pride 
d  myself 
st  before 


"  Why,  Eli/.}i])t'th,  liovv  vindiifivc  !  I  hud  no  idea 
you  could  cherish  so  much  nuilice." 

"I  was  very  young,"  said  Elizabeth,  with  a  faint, 
sweet  smile,  *'  Jind  if  it's  any  satisfaction  to  you  to 
know  it,  I  was  (piitc  as  miserable  as  it  was  possible, 
for  him  to  be,  tlioupfli  I  would  ratlier  have  died  than 
admit  it.  So  we  rode  on  in  silence  till  we  caine  to  the 
•  lych-gate  at  Gleiispeed,  generally  our  partin«j:  as  well 
as  our  trysting-place.  You  remember  tlie  biidle-path 
that  comes  up  throu«rli  tlie  birch  wood,  and  past  the 
old  burying  ground  ?  \V(dl,  we  rode  up  there  in 
silence,  jiiid  our  hors(!s,  by  use  and  wont,  stopped  at 
the  gate.  Then  Keitli  looked  at  me  quietly  and 
steadily,  and  1  returiHid  liis  look  witli  eipial  steadiness, 
though  I  don't  know  how  I  managed  to  control 
mvself. 

"  '  I  say,  Liz,  you  didn't  mean  all  that.  You're 
not  really  contemplating  such  a  dis.istrous  step.' 

*' '  You  don't  choose  your  words  very  haj)pily,'  1 
replied  coldly  and  evasively. 

"  *  I  use  the  words  which  express  wliat  I  feel.  If 
you  persist  in  this  folly  of  course  it  is  disastrous.  It 
will  put  an  end  to  everything  that  is  worth  thinking 
about  in  this  world.' 

*'' Opinions    dift'er,'    I    said    lightly.      *  To    me    it 


302 


EUZAHETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


seeiuK  l)ut  a  boj^inning— tlie  bo<ri»nin<^  of  a  new 
life  full  of  uscfniiit'srt  and  absorbing  interests.' 

"  *  Then  my  wish — my,  my  liapijiness — is  of  no 
account  to  yon,  Liz.  What  a  fool  yon  have  made 
of  me  I  I  thouiiflit  von  <*Mred  lor  me  as  I  have  don<' 
for  you  all  the  days  of  my  life.' 

"A  mist  swam  before  my  eyes,  but  I  took  care 
he  ahonld  not  see  it.     I  never  uttered  a  word. 

"  '  You  won't  give  up  this  absurd  idea  then,  and 
1  suj)|)ose  it  is  all  over  between  us.' 

"  '  1  don't  know  what  you  mean  by  "  it," '  I  said 
calmly  ;  '  I  was  not  aware  there  was  ever  anything 
between  us  except  neighl)ourly  kindness.' 

"  I  saw  him  get  a  little  white  about  the  lij)s  ;  but 
1  went  on  mercih'ssly,  'You  have  taken  too  much 
for  granted,  Keitii,  like  the  rest  of  your  sex.  Hut 
there  is  one  woman  in  the  world  to  whom  marriage: 
is  not  the  Ultima  Thnle  of  existence.' " 

"  Oh,  Elizubetli,  how  could  you?  "  I  exclaimed. 

"I  don't  know  how  1  couhl,  but  1  did.  I  told 
Margaret  about  it  long  after,  wiien  we  were  rather 
despondent  one  da}  together  in  London,  at  the  be- 
gmning  of  my  career,  and  she  said,  '  Sakes,  lassie,  the 
de'il  was  in  ye,'  and  I  suppose  he  was.  I  fell  wicked 
eiiuugh  anyhow  to  have  said  a  great  deal  more." 


>f  a   new 

its.' 

■is  of  no 
ive  nmdc 
iiive  doiH' 

took  carc^ 

[. 

thou,  and 

"'  1  said 
anything 

lips  ;  bnt 
too  much 
sex.     Hnt 


marriage 


limed. 

I    tokl 

re  rather 

,t  the  be- 

assie,  the 

t  wicked 


re. 


») 


IIEK   OWN   NOM.INCE. 


303 


"I  don't  know  wlu'thor  it  in  a  relict  or  a  disnp- 
pointmeut  to  learn  that  you  are  as  unreasonable  as 
the  rest  of  us,  Eh'zabeth.  I  should  tliink  the  poor 
fellow  felt  pretty  bad  just  then." 

"  He  did.  I  can  see  him  now,  just  as  he  looked 
then.  He  lifted  l»is  cap,  and  after  o])ening  the  lych- 
gate  for  me,  turned  his  horse's  head  witliout  anotlicr 
word,  though  1  called  him  back  to  say — what  do  you 
think  ?  " 

"  I  couldn't  hazard  a  guess.'* 

''  Well,  I  just  said  (|nite  sliurply,  'May  I  aak  you 
not  to  mention  this  matter  to  my  father  ?  He  does 
not  know  yet,  and  I  would  wish  him  to  give  my 
case  an  impartial  hearing,  wliich  will  be  impossible 
if  he  first  sees  you.' " 

"  What  did  he  say  ?  " 

"  Not  a  word,  but  rode  away  as  if  the  wind  pursued 
him,  and  the  next  thing  I  heard  of  him  was  that  he 
had  gone  to  Egypt  with  a  party  from  Oxford,  thougii 
he  had  formerly  declined  tiieir  invitation." 

*^  Well,  and  how  did  you  get  011  with  your  father?'* 

"  It  took  me  three  months  to  wring  a  consent  from 
him,  and  then  I  was  aUovved  to  begin  mv  studies  only 
on  the  understumling  that  the  idea  of  folh)\viiig  Marv 
to   India  shon'd  be  given  up  at   once  and   for   ever. 


» ;: 


i  i 


304 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


Mary  consoled  me  by  telling  me  I  liad  a  field  among 
the  heathen  at  home.  I  must  confess  1  began  my 
new  career  rather  half-lieartedly,  and  had  Keith 
come  to  me  in  a  pro])cr  mood  any  tiiu(^  during  the 
first  year,  I  might  have  ignominiously  ijiven  in. 
Wonld  von  believe  it,  I  never  saw  Keith  for  twelve 
whole  months  ?  though  I  was  home  three  or  four 
times,  and  he  was  always  at  Flisk  when  I  happened 
to  be  at  Glenspetd." 

"  Did  your  father  know  of  the  estrangement  ?  " 

''  He  knew  we  had  disagreed  about  the  medical 
career  ;  and  when  he  told  uie  he  had  hoped  to  see 
Glenspeed  and  Flisk  joined  by  a  closer  tie  tlum  mere 
friendship,  I  just  said  flatly,  ^  Keith  has  never  asked 
me,  and  i'm  not  going  to  tlirow  myself  at  any  man's 
head.' " 

"  That  wasn't  true,  Elizabeth." 

''  It  was  literally  true,  though  I  knew,  of  course, 
that  there  was  nothing  Keith  Hamilton  wanted  so 
much  in  the  world  as  to  marrv  me.  And  I  meant 
to  marry  him,  too,  wlien  he  had  come  to  his  senses." 

"  Which  he  never  did." 

I 

*'  Not  in  time.  I  got  interested  in  my  work,  and 
nothing  would  have  moved  me  to  give  it  up.  I  had 
a  pretty  successful  college  career,  as  you  know,  and 


II ER   Olt'X  ROM.] JVC E. 


-JO  J 


my  father  grew  mther  proud  of  my  prowess.  Wl.eti 
lie  got  ns(Ml  to  the  idea,  he  saw  nothiuo-  inconornons 
ill  my  setting-  „p  as  a  doctor,  and  after  I  cured  Jiim 
of  a  troublesome  cou,irf,  his  conHdence  iu  me  was 
unbounded." 

"Did  you  ever  get  a  chance  to   crow   over   Keith 
about  your  success  ?" 

"I  never  did.      1    used  to  meet  liim   occasionally 
-but  never  alone,  of  course-and   we  met   just  like 
acquaintances.     Yes,  I  had  a  good  muuy  sore  hearts 
over  it,  but  I  stuck  manfully  to  my  work,  and  found 
a  panacea  in  that.     But  all  tlie  time  I  never  forgot 
him.     1  used  to  compare  all  the  men  I  met  with  him, 
and  though  I   could   have   })een    married   again    and 
again,  I  felt  somehow  that  I  belonged  to  bim  and 
that  all  would  come  right  one  day,  though   how  1  did 
not  know.      Therefore    you   can    nnch^rstand    what    a 
shock  it  was  to  me  to  meet  him  in  such  circumstances 
last  year  at  Lucerne." 

I  saw  Elizabeth's  mouth  tremble  and  her  eyes  grow 
dim. 

"  But  I  can't  imagine,  dear,"  1  said  gently,  "what 
kept  you  apart  all  these  yea.'s.  How  h>ng  have  you 
been  in  London  ?  " 


u 


Mor 


e  years  than  1  care  to  count,  as  I  told  K 


ei 


th 


i, 


20 


3o6 


EUZABETU  GLEN.   M.ll 


oiilv  vestorflnv,  for  now  I  wisli  I  was  vomit;  and  lovelv 
ibr  his  sake." 

T  felt  tein])tecl  to  say,  as  I  looked  at  her  true  face, 
upon  which  was  writ  large  the  sweetest  and  most 
])erfect  wonujiliood,  that  lier  loveliness  far  surpassed 
the  charms  of  youth  and  me"  >  girlish  beauty  ;  but  I 
knew  that  Keith  had  told  her  so  himself. 

"  Can  you  tell  me  any  more,  Elizabeth,  or  are  we 
to  couple  your  Lucerne  experience  with  what  you  have 
given  us,  and  till  up  the  gaps  for  ourselves  ?" 

"  No,  I'll  tell  von— there  isn't  much  to  tell.  It 
was  a  very  commonplace  meeting  after  all,  and  there 
was  verv  little  said  to  smooth  awav  the  silence  of 
the  years.  1  saw  him  at  Lucerne  the  day  they  left, 
taking  poor  Effie  Lawrence  back  to  Scotland  to  bury 
her  in  familiar  soil.  He  came  up  to  the  Chalet  Loret 
and  made  a  call,  ai^d  just  before  he  was  going  Ellen 
went  out  of  the  room.  Then  Keith  turned  to  me,  and 
his  eyes  read  me  through  and  through. 

" '  I  want  you  to  forgive  me,  Elizabeth,  for  what 
I  said.  I  was  mad  with  my  disappointment.  Time 
has  shown  that  you  were  wiser  than  I  ;  and  I  want 
to  thank  you  for  what  you  did  for  poor  Effie.  I  shall 
never  forget  it.' 

"  1  could  not  speak  a  word.     Oh,  how  my  heart 


■i 


tiER   OH'/V  ROMANCE. 


307 


ukI  Jovelv 

true  face, 
ind  most 
sui'juissed 
^y  ;  but  I 

T  are  we 
you  have 

te]l.  It 
nd  there 
ilence  of 
:hey  left, 
to  bury 
let  Loret 
ig  Ellen 
me,  and 

for  what 

.     Time 

I  want 

I  shall 

y  heart 


went  out  to  him  I  VVlien  I  looked  at  the  grey 
hairs  on  his  temples,  and  saw  the  grave  linens  ui)out 
his  mouth,  I  knew  that  I  liad  cheated  him  of  a 
man's  best  gifts  ;  and  that  the  grey,  desolate  years 
bad  set  their  seal  upon  him  more  crudlv  than 
upon   me. 

'"Are  we  friends  '  then,  dear?'  l.e  asked,  in  the 
same  grave,  ^^nth^.  way.  vL(>t  us  leave  here  the 
barrier  which  has  been  so  long  between  Flisk  and 
Glenspeed  and  be  as  we  were,  for  Effie's  sake.' 

"'It  is  I  who  need  forgiveness,  Keith  ;  I  alone,' 
I  said.  '  Don't  say  another  word,  I  ean't  bear  it  ; 
I  can't  indeed.' 

"  So  he  went  away  then,  and  I  saw  him  no  more 
till    last   month— one    sultry    evening    wlien    I    was 
sitting  dreaming  in  my  own  room,  and  counting  the 
hours   till  I    should  go  to   Glenspeed,   which  to  me 
meant  a  chance  of  seeing  him.     I  no  longer  hid  from 
myself  that  I  was  a  miserable,  empty-heaited  woman 
who  had  tried  to  feed  herself  with  the  husks  of  life, 
jmd  only  found  herself  hungry  still.     I  knew  now- 
ay, and  bravely  faced  the  meaning  of  the  dull  heart- 
ache I  had  often  experienced  going  about  my  work, 
when  I  would  get  a  sudch'n,  sweet  glim])se  of  home 


1 


hapj 


H 


nness,  and  see  what  lit 


e  can  be  to  a  woman  wl 


10m 


-joS 


ELIZA  HI  TU  r.LEN,   MB. 


t  i 


;  1 


\  I 


God  lias  blessed  with  the  devotion  of  a  true  hnsb.ind 
and  the  love  of  littlo  children.  Yes,  I  sat  alor  with 
my  enapty,  empty  heart  when  lie  was  shown  m  by 
Maru:aret,  who  cast  uj»on  me.  ere  she  de])arted,  a  look 
so  distin(ttly  significant  nnd  iraplorin<j:  tliat  it  has 
made  me  hino:li  since  raanv  times.  I  did  not  say  1 
was  surprised  to  see  him,  because  he  had  been  so 
])er}»etnally  in  my  thoughts  that  it  seemed  the  most 
natural  thing  in  the  world  to  see  him  standing  before 
me. 

"  '  I  did  not  Ivuow  you  were  in  London,'  I  said  quite 
(piietly. 

" '  I  came  only  last  night,'  he  replied  ;  '  I  had 
sonu'thing  important  to  see  after.  My  tnther  has 
been  at  Belgrave  S(juare  for  the  last  six  weeks.' 

'' '  Living  alone  ? '  1  asked. 

'"No,  my  aunt,  Mrs.  Crawford  Page,  and  her  two 
daugliters  are  there.  They  have  occupied  the  house 
this  season  :  my  cousins  were  only  })resented  this 
ve;ir.     Have   vou    h.eard  tliat  there   is    to  be   a  dis- 

V'  V 

solution  !"' 

"'  What  of?'  I  asked  vaguely  ;  and  he  smiled,  a 
ghost  of  his  old  merry  smile. 

"  '  Why,  of  Parliament,  t(^  be  sure,  and  my  father 
wants  me  to  stand  for  the  count  v." 


1.  ^  with 
1  in  by 
,  a  look 
it  has 
t  say  I 
been  so 
tie  most 
r  before 

id  quite 

'I    had 


R 


r    ha? 


ler  two 
house 

'd  this 
a  dis- 

liled,  a 

father 


I 


HE   WA.S  SHOWN    IN    KY  JUAl.tiAl.KT," 


;  y*.    SKlH 


!  •■:  i 


^■t 


^ER   UllN  ROMANCE. 

" '  Oil,  do,'  I  cried,  all  i„„,,.e„t  at  ,.,„•,.  •  Thcv 
«ant  m,.„  liK-,.  yo„  in  rho  Mou«e.  I  1,.,,,.  vou'll  „:, 
111  ftrid  win.'  '  ^ 

^•He   turned   to   me   ,vith   a   nM.u    ligbt   in   hi« 

e  \  es. 

ft 

'■ -1  will,  R|i..,,eth,  ,T  ,o„  bid  ,,<  l.e  saiJ  ...ietlv. 

1  !'•  I  ..n  M,cr  what  I  .a.ne  for.     1  knowven  we'll 

'*  J  -I"  SO  in   I  .shall  be  tl„.  sn.ve..f„l  eandida.'e,  aud 

I  n.  not,  goiug  to  exist  six  or  ei.d,t  n.onths  of  the  vear 

'"  "'"'"  '  "'"■  '""  '  y"i"g  to  i>d,aWt  that  bijr  honj,.  in 

BeJg,a.ve  S.jnare  alone.      What  do  yon  sav,  then  v  • 

"1  couid  not  speak,  dear:!  knew  ,he  tnrnin^ 
po.nt  of  n,y  life  had  eome.  He  ,lid  not  seen,  to  reseni 
'".V  s.lenee  or  to  wonder  at  it.  He  took  a.  ,arn  or  two 
=-ross  the  room,  an.l  then  eame  and  stood  in  front 
ol  me. 

'"J    know   that   yon    have   now   a   snecessfnJ   an,i 
.nfluentnd   position  here,   Kli.abetl,,'  he  said   ,,nietiy 
'1  Imxo  heard  of  yon  in  a  .,e,t   many   nnexpected 
<l"-ters.     It  is  asking  a  great  deal,  that  vou  shot.ld 
fe'ive  It  „p   for  sneh   ordinary  things  as    I   ean  otfer 


my   lovo   is   nor   ,,,.(j 


(upjivefs    to 


Onlv 

I- 
S(Hl] 


Lucerne   wlie 
what   I   had 


iiiH?T,   Elizabcfl 


yon,  as   I  ]< 


I  :  my   verv 


new 


II   we  mei    iUce  to  fa 


(I 


one 


III 


aski 


rli.'it   bitter  day  at 
.^•e,  Mud    I   realised 
iiR  another   woman  to  hJI 


310 


ELIZABETH  GLEN,   M.B. 


the  place  you  smd  you  jilone  could  fill.  It  is  ri<j:lit 
you  should  know  tlie  outs  and  ins  of  that  episode  now. 
Before  my  mother  died  she  asked  me  to  marry  Eftie 
Lawrence,  whom  she  loved  as  her  own  daujj^hter.  I 
•j-ave  my  promise,  and  I  would  have  done  my  utmost 
to  make  lier  happy  had  she  lived.  But  it  was  an 
awful  mistake  ;  I  knew  it  that  dav  when  I  saw  vou 
on  the  steps  of  the  Schweizerhof.  Neither  of  us  is 
young,  Elizabeth,  but  we  have  still  a  goodly  portion 
of  life  before  us.  If  you  can  care  for  me,  for  God's 
sake  (h)n't  let  anything  come  between  us  tliis  time. 
You  are  a  lonely  wonuin  here.  Flisk  is  empty  with- 
out a  woman's  presence,  and  I  love  you  as  my  own 
soul.' 

"  I  could  not  answer  him  in  a  moment,  and  I  saw 
the  (|ui{'k  shadow  of  disappointment  gatlier  in  his 
eyes. 

*' '  Is  it  too  much  to  ask?'  he  be<;an,  breaking  tlie 
painful  silence.  '  It  is  all  very  well  just  now — when 
vou  are  ii,l)le  to  eniov  vour  work,  and  feel  no  need  of 
nnyrl/ing  else.  But  auotlier  dny  will  conic,  I'^lizabeth. 
It  is  tliat  which  makes  me  bold.  Weigh  it  all  well 
beibre  you  send  me  away.' 

"  Still  1  coidd  not  speak. 

"  '  I  don't  even  ask  you  to  give  up  your  profession 


HER   OJIW   ROMANCE. 


3n 


't  is  rijjflit 
isode  now. 
arrv  EfHi; 
nj;  liter.  I 
iiy  utmost 
it  was  jiu 
[  Haw  voii 
'  of  us  is 
ly  portion 
for  Gofl's 
tliis  tiiiic. 
ipty  witli- 
i  my  own 

LHcl  I  saw 
ler  ill   his 

aking  the 
)w — when 
10  need  of 
l']li/,abetli. 
it  all  well 


profession 


nnw.     T   would    h-ave    you    perfectly    free,    Eli/.ul.rth. 
('ouldn't  you  trust  me  ms  far  as  that?' 

''  'Trust  you  I '  I  said,  and  I  felt  niv  faee  .rjow  as  I 


turned  it  to  liim.     '  \\\  tnist 


you,   Keith,  to  the  end 


of  the  world,  and  after  it,  wit  I 


lout  a  word.     And  if 


you  are   willing  to  take  me 
gone,  I'll  "five 


now   that    my  youth   is 
give  np  everytliing  for  you— and   be  glad 
to  do  it '-and  I  am,"  said  Elizalx'th,  looking  at  nu- 
without  blusli  or  shame.     '•  For.  he's  an  honest,  bi-. 


a   good    lujui — who   make>    tl 


le 


hearted  fellow— and 
moral  atmosphere  pure  wherever  he  goes  -and  tlien, 
you  see,"  and  she  blushed  as  she  spoke,  '' 1  have 
loved  liim  allmv  lite." 

"  So  you  are  going  to  settle  down  into  a  member's 
wife?  Your  next  ambition  will  be  a  political  snio., 
-exit  Doctor  Glen,  enter  Mrs.  Keith  Hamilton, 
of  Flisk  (^istle,  N.B.,  and  Belgrave  Square,  S.W.' 
Well,   well  ;  life  is  full  of  surprises." 

Suddenly  Elizabeth  looked  at  me  with  a  gr-at 
wistfulness,  and  put  a  question  so  wuman-like  that 
my  tears  rose. 

"Tell  me  truly,  dear-you  love  me,  I  know, 
but  it  is  not  that  sort  of  love  which  is  blind  ;  am 
I  very  faded?  Do  I  look  my  thirty  odd  years? 
Yes,  I'm  as  foolish  as  a  school-girl   over   her   tirst 


j^t2 


El.l/AHF.TIf  r.l.F.N,    \r  R. 


lovpr.       I    wnnt,    to    be    vouiiji:    and     lovolv    tor    hi; 


suko 


»» 


Then  I  tried  to  tell  lier  how  bcuiititnl  nhe  wtis, 
and  how  time,  iuireh'i<tiii<f  to  most,  seemed  to  Imve 
for«^otten   her  \\\   Ids    fli^Hit.      A    he.intit'nl,   giucioiis, 


qn 


eenlv    woman    is     our     ICli/aheth,     still     retaiidujr 


thai    indescrihahle   cliarm    whicli    is    the    herita<::e   of 
vontli. 

And  when  my  hushand  and  1  lelV  the  house  in 
Belirravc!  vScj^nstre,  on  the  evening  of  Mrs.  Keith 
Hu,miIton's  presentation  day,  whitliei-  we  had  gone 
to  admire  her  in  all  iier  braverv,  1  said  to  liim, 
"  Elizabeth  amon^'  all  her  [)otions  has  not  forgotten 
to  mix  the  elixir  of  perpetual  yontli."  So  l)<>etor 
Glen,  beloved  of  many,  is  no  more,  but  we,  tliough 
walking  in  linmbler  l)y-wa,ys,  still  keep  our  friend, 
and  we  have  made  another.  And  wlien  we  go  to 
Flisk,  and  1  see  what  Elizalteth  i^  to  her  hnsband's 
peo])le,  and  how  perfect  is  )  'v  happiness,  and  that 
of  the  e,"ood,  noble  man  slie  has  nnirried,  1  have  but 
a  ]»assing  regret  tor  tliat  cosy  consulting-room  in 
Rayl»urn  Place.  And  I  often  point  to  her  proudly 
as  a  living  exponent  of  my  fondly-cherished  theory, 
that  the  woman  whose  intellect  has  been  fullv  de- 
velo})ed    and   whose    heart   beats  warm,   and   sweet, 


■!  .  I 


^'^ly    tor    hi.s 

t'nl  Hhe  WMs, 
mum!  fo  ||„,v(. 
»1,  gracious, 
11  retaiiiiiiir 
herira<,^(!   of 

le  house  in 
Mrs.  Keith 
'  tad  gone 
■i<l  to  him, 
)t  forgotten 

So  Doctor 
w'c,  tliongh 
our  friend, 

^^e   go   to 

linsband's 
.  and  that 

have  but 
g-]'oom  in 
-r  proudJy 
3d  theory, 

fully  de- 
ad  sweet, 


HER   OH 'IV   RO\fANCE. 


3'.? 


ai.d  true  to  her  sex,   l.y   bringing  nil    her  j.owers  of 
l'oa.l    and     LcMrt    to     hear     nj.nn    her    snrronn.lin.-. 
»^<^l"Vves     fhe      highest     possilde     results,     und 
"♦■arly    thsm    any    can     nialve    the    perfect    h( 
aeconiidished  liut. 


nioi'e 
i>iiie    an 


THE    KND.