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"Have you considered well what you give up?"
"I have put you against it. My gain is incalculably greater than my loss."
"What will you do about Hallam?"
"I shall hold Hallam for Antony; and if he redeem it honorably, no one will rejoice more truly than I shall. If he fail to do this, I will hold it for Antony's son. I most solemnly promised my father to save Hallam for Hallam, if it was possible to do so wisely. He told me always to consult with Whaley and with you; and he has left all to our honor and our love."
"I will work with you, Elizabeth. I promised your father I would."
"I told Antony that I only held the estate for him, or his; but he did not believe me."
"When I come for you, what is to be done with it?"
"Whaley will take charge of it. The income will be in the meantime lawfully ours. Father foresaw so many 'ifs' and contingencies, that he preferred to trust the future welfare of Hallam to us. As events change or arise, we must meet them with all the wisdom that love can call forth."
Perhaps, considering all things, Richard had, after this explanation, as sure a hope for his future as he could expect. He left Hallam full of happy dreams and plans, and as soon as he reached his home began the improvements which were to make it beautiful for his wife. It had its own charm and fitness; its lofty rooms, furnished in cane and Indian matting; its scented dusk, its sweet breezes, its wealth of flowers and foliage. Whatever love could do to make it fair Richard did; and it pleased him to think that his wife would come to it in the spring of the year, that the orange-trees would be in bloom to meet her, and the mocking-birds be pouring out their fiery little hearts in melodious welcomes.
Elizabeth was just as happy in her preparations; there was a kind of mystery and sacredness about them, for a thoughtful woman is still in her joy, and not inclined to laughter or frivolity. But happy is the man whose bride thus dreams of him, for she will bring into his home and life the repose of a sure affection, the cheerfulness of a well-considered purpose. Their correspondence was also peculiarly pleasant.
Elizabeth threw aside a little of her reserve. She spoke freely to Richard of all her plans and fears and hopes. She no longer was shy in admitting her affection for him, her happiness in his presence, her loneliness without him. It was easy for Richard to see that she was gladly casting away every feeling that stood between them.
One morning, at the end of October, Elizabeth put on her mantle and bonnet and went to see Martha Craven. She walked slowly, as a person walks who has an uncertain purpose. Her face had a shadow on it; she sighed frequently, and was altogether a different Elizabeth from the one who had gone, two days before, the same road with quick, firm tread and bright, uplifted face. Martha saw her coming, and hasted to open the gate; but when Elizabeth perceived that Ben's wife was within, she said, "Nay, Martha, I don't want to stay. Will you walk back part of the way with me?"
"Ay, for sure! I'll n.o.bbut get my shawl, Miss Hallam. I was turning thee over i' my mind when, I saw thee coming. Is there aught wrong?"
"Why do you ask, Martha?"
"Nay, I'm sure I can't tell; only I can see fine that thou ar'n't same as thou was yesterday."
They were just entering the park, and Elizabeth stood musing while Martha closed the gates. Then, after walking a few yards, she said, "Martha, do you believe the dead can speak to the living?"
"Ay, I do. If t' living will hear, t' dead will speak. There's good men--and John Wesley among 'em--who lived w' one foot i' this world, and one in t' other. I would think man or woman hed varry little o'
t' next world about 'em, who hed nivver seen or heard any thing from it. Them that hev sat weeping on their bedside at midnight--them that hev prayed death away from t' cradle side--them that hev wrestled a'
night long, as Jacob did, they know whether t' next world visits this world or not. Hev you seen aught, Miss Hallam?"
"I have seen my father, Martha. Indeed I have."
"I don't doubt it, not a minute. He'd hev a reason for coming."
"He came to remind me of a duty and to strengthen me for it. Ah, Martha, Martha! If this cup could pa.s.s from me! if this cup could pa.s.s from me!"
"Honey, dear, what can Martha do for thee? Ivery Christian some time or other comes to Gethsemane. I hev found that out. Let this cup pa.s.s, Lord. Didn't I pray that prayer mysen, night and day?"
"Surely, Martha, about Ben--and G.o.d let it pa.s.s. But he does not always let it pa.s.s when we ask him."
"Then he does what is happen better--if we hev t' heart to trust him--he sends an angel to strengthen us to drink it. I hev seen them as drank it wi' thanksgiving."
"O Martha! I am very, very sorrowful about it."
"And varry often, dearie, it is G.o.d's will for us to go forward--thou knows what I mean--to make a Calvary of our breaking hearts, and offer there t' sacrifice that is dearest and hardest. Can ta tell me what ta fears, dearie?"
"Just what you say, Martha, that I must pa.s.s from Gethsemane to Calvary, and sacrifice there what is my dearest, sweetest hope; and I shall have to bear it alone."
"Nay, thou wont. It isn't fair o' thee to say that; for thou knows better. My word, Miss Hallam, there's love above and below, and strength all round about. If thee and me didn't believe that, O what a thing it would be!"
"Martha, I may need help, the help of man and the help of woman. Can I trust to Ben and you?"
"I can speak for both of us. We'll wear our last breath i' your service. Neither Ben nor I are made o' stuff that'll shrink in t'
wetting. You can count on that, Miss Hallam."
The next evening, just after dusk, Elizabeth was standing at the dining-room window. The butler had just arranged the silver upon the sideboard, and was taking some last orders from his mistress. He was an old man with many infirmities, both of body and temper, but he had served Hallam for fifty years, and was permitted many privileges. One of these was plain speech; and after a moment's consideration upon the directions given him, he said:
"There's summat troubling _them_ as are dead and gone, Miss Hallam. If I was thee, I'd hev Mr. Antony come and do his duty by t'
land. _They_ don't like a woman i' their shoes."
"What are you talking about, Jasper?"
"I know right well what I'm talking about, Miss Hallam. What does t'
Bible say? T' old men shall see visions--" He had advanced toward the window to draw the blinds, but Elizabeth, with a face pale as ashes, turned quickly to him and said:
"Leave the blinds alone, Jasper."
She stood between him and the window, and he was amazed at the change in her face. "She's like 'em a'," he muttered, angrily, as he went to his own sitting-room. "You may put a bridle in t' wind's mouth as easy as you'll guide a woman. If I hed been t' young squire, I'd hev brokken t' will a' to bits, that I would. 'Leave t' blinds alone, Jasper!' Highty-tighty, she is. But I've saved a bit o' bra.s.s, and I'll none stand it, not I!"
So little do we know of the motives of the soul at our side! Elizabeth was very far, indeed, from either pride or anger. But she had seen in the dim garden, peering out from the shrubbery, a white face that filled her with a sick fear. Then she had but one thought, to get Jasper out of the room, and was quite unconscious of having spoken with unusual anger or authority.
When he had gone she softly turned the key in the door, put out the candles, and went to the window. In a few minutes Antony stood facing her, and by a motion, asked to be admitted.
"I don't want any one to know I have been here," he said, as he stood trembling before the fire. "It is raining, I am wet through, s.h.i.+vering, hungry. Elizabeth, why don't you speak?"
"Why are you here--in this way?"
She could hardly get the words out. Her tongue was heavy, her speech as difficult as if she had been in some terror-haunted dream.
"Because I am going away--far away--forever. I wanted to see you first."
"Antony! My brother! Antony, what have you done!"
"Hush, hush. Get me some food and dry clothes."
"Go to my room. You are safer there."
He slipped up the familiar stair, and Elizabeth soon followed him.
"Here is wine and sweet-bread. I cannot get into the pantry or call for food without arousing remark. Antony, what is the matter?"
"I am ruined. Eltham and those Darraghs together have done it."
"Thank G.o.d! I feared something worse."