Tessa Wadsworth's Discipline Part 7

"Then I will never do it again."

"Good-by," she said cheerily, pa.s.sing on.

His thoughts ran on-"How bright she is! She has a sweet heart, if ever a woman had! I wonder if I _am_ letting slip through my fingers one of the opportunities that come to a man but once in a lifetime! A year or two hence will do; she cares too much to forget me."

Her thoughts ran on-"How _can_ you look so good and so handsome and not be true!"

With a quickened step she crossed the Park. Miss Jewett's large fancy store was opposite the Park.

Miss Jewett was never too tired or too busy to live again her young life. Sue Greyson was sure that she had broken somebody's heart, else she never was so eloquent in warning her about Stacey Rheid. Laura Harrison had decided that she had once lived in constant dread of having a step-mother. Mary Sherwood wondered if she had ever been a busybody, and in that experience had learned to warn her to keep quiet her busy tongue; and Tessa Wadsworth knew that she must have learned her one word of advice: "Wait," through years that she would not talk about.

Miss Jewett was seldom alone; Tessa was glad to find the clerks absent and no one bending over the counter but Sue Greyson.

"O, Tessa," she cried in her loud, laughing voice. "I haven't seen you in an age."

Miss Jewett's greeting was a hand-clasp; among all her girls (and all the girls in Dunellen were hers) Tessa Wadsworth was the elected one.

"Mrs. Towne has every thing so delicious," Sue was rattling on; "such perfumes and such silks and such jewels. Oh, how Old Place makes my mouth water! I wish you could go over the place, Tessa; you were never even through the grounds, were you? Mr. Ralph takes great pride in keeping it nice; of course, it is really his. I'd marry any body to live there and have plenty of money and do just as I please; not that Mr.

Ralph isn't something out of the common, though. People say that he never means any thing by his attentions; Dr. Lake says-"

"I hear that you are going to St. Louis," interrupted Miss Jewett.

"No, I'm not. And I'm as provoked as I can be and live! Something has happened; Mr. Ralph is an uneasy mortal; he never knows what he will do next, and he has changed his mind about taking me. My cake is all dough about my winter's fun. How I cried the night she told me! The last night of the year, too, when I ought to have been full of fun. Mrs. Towne wants me to write to her, but I'd never dare, unless you would help me, Tessa, about the spelling and punctuation. Mr. Ralph would laugh until he died over my letters.

"I don't write to Stacey now, Miss Jewett. I wrote him a letter one Sunday from Old Place and told him that he might as well cease. Mr.

Ralph and I had been walking through the wood and he asked me if I were engaged to Stacey! I thought it was about time to stop that."

"Perhaps if you had been home you wouldn't have written that letter.

Stacey is a fine fellow."

"Oh, I had thought of it, but that day I decided! Stacey can hardly support one, let alone two. Father says that I was born to have a rich husband because I have such luxurious tastes! I know that I shall die cooped up at home. I have to go out to see the sons and daughters of the land. Tessa, I don't see how you live."

"I do, nevertheless," said Tessa, selecting her spool of silk.

"I shall have Dr. Lake this winter or I couldn't exist. He says that he will take me everywhere if father will only give him the time. He is great fun, only he does get so moody and serious; sits for two hours in the office with his head in his hands. Mr. Ralph doesn't have moods; he is always pleasant. I am going to stay these last few days at Old Place.

Tessa, I am coming to stay all night with you and have a long talk."

"I shall be very glad; I have been wis.h.i.+ng that you would."

"Oh, I'll come. I have a whole budget to tell you."

"Sue, you look thin," said Miss Jewett, rolling up her purchases.

"I _am_ thin. Since the night before New Years I have lost three pounds."

The night before New Years! Tessa's veil shaded her face falling between her and Sue.

"Mr. Ralph lectured me; oh, _how_ he talked! When he will, he will, that's the truth. His mother says that her will is nothing compared to his, and I believe it." Sue's face grew troubled. "He told me that I ought to read travels and histories, and throw away novels; that I ought to marry Stacey, if he is a good man and can take care of me-" Her voice sounded as if she were crying; she laughed instead and ran off.

"Something at Old Place has hurt Sue; I didn't like the idea of Mrs.

Towne taking her up; Mr. Towne-I do not know about him! Do you?"

"No."

"Ah, here comes Sarah! Rachel has a sore throat, and Mary has gone to the city to buy to-day. Light the gas, Sarah."

The light flashed over the faces: Miss Jewett's almost as fair as a child's, and sweeter than any child's that Tessa had ever seen, with a mouth in the lines of which her whole history was written, with just a suspicion of dimples in the tinted cheeks, with brown rings of soft hair touching the smooth forehead; the younger face was hurried, anxious, with a trembling of the lips, and a nervous gleam in the eyes that were so dark, to-night, that they might have been mistaken for hazel.

The door was pushed open; a crowd of girls giggled in; Tessa bowed to Mary Sherwood and moved aside. She was turning over a pile of wools, selecting colors for a sacque for Dinah, when a laugh from the group thrilled her; low, deep, full, in all her life she had never heard a sound like it.

It was as sweet as the note of a thrush and as jubilant as a thoughtless girl.

"Now, Naughty Nan, you are laughing at me. But I will forgive you, because you are going away so soon. When are you coming back?"

"Never. I will allure the black bear to take me around the world."

Naughty Nan stepped back, tossing her curls away from her face; Tessa looked down into her face, for she was a little thing; it was not a remarkable face: a broad forehead, deep set brown eyes, a pa.s.sable complexion, a saucy mouth. If she would only laugh again; but she would not even speak.

How surprised Tessa would have been had she known that Naughty Nan had been studying her and wis.h.i.+ng, "I want to be like you."

The group of girls giggled out.

"I have fallen in love," said Tessa.

"With Nan Gerard? Every body does. She is one of those lovable little creatures that every body spoils! It's strange that you haven't met her; she is Mary Sherwood's cousin."

"I do remember now-Mr. Hammerton told me that I must hear her laugh."

"Her home is in St. Louis; she had never been in Dunellen until a month since; she was her father's pet and lived abroad with him until he died a year ago! He named her Naughty Nan. She has plenty of money and plenty of lovers! She is going home under the escort of Mr. Towne and his mother. Perhaps it is her laugh that has stolen his heart from Sue!

Naughty Nan was to be married, but the gentleman died in consumption."

"And she can laugh as lightly as that! If my father should die I would never laugh again."

V.-HEARTS THAT WERE WAITING.

On the evening of the eighteenth of January, Tessa was sitting alone in her chamber, wrapped in her shawl, writing. She was keeping a secret, for she was writing a book and no one knew it but Mr. Hammerton; he would not have known it had not several questions arisen to which she could find no answer.

"I can not do without my encyclopedia," she had said.

She had written the t.i.tle lovingly-"Under the Wings."

This chamber was her sanctuary; she was born in this room, she had lived in it ever since; her little battles had been fought on this consecrated ground, her angry tears, her wilful tears, and the few later grateful tears had fallen while kneeling at the side of the white-draped bed or sitting at the window with her head in her hands or on the window-sill.

A stranger would have thought it a plain, low room with its cottage set of pale green and gold tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs, its ingrain carpet of oak leaves on a green ground, its gray paper with scarlet border, and three white shades with scarlet ta.s.sels.