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Vol. LXXIV. - JULY, 1894. — No. CCCCXLI.
PHILIP AND HIS WIFE.
gone. Cecil was very restless ; she came
down to see Lyssie for the mere occupaOLD CHESTER liked Roger Carey and tion of moving about. approved of him; although, indeed, one “Oh, how glad I am to get rid of involved the other, for Old Chester never him!” she thought once or twice. To did anything so ill judged as to like where have company at such a crisis as had it could not approve. But even though come into her life might well seem inRoger had won regard, his departure had tolerable. It was no wonder that she not been entirely a regret. After all, a drew a deep breath and said, " Thank love affair is a pretty thing to watch; Heaven, he's gone!” and braced herbut there are other matters in the world, self for the struggle which was at hand. and those who are not lovers, only com- Yet she was restless. "One is always monplace folk, must keep their feet upon restless when one's company goes,” she the earth.
explained to herself. Perhaps it was Miss Susan Carr said she should be because with the departure of her guest glad when Lyssie could put her mind on departed also those commonplaces which her choir-practicing again ; Dr. Laven- pad the sharpnesses of life to us all. dar felt that one or two families in the The necessary smile, the formal gayety, upper village needed visiting ; and as the mere requisites of eating and drinkfor Mrs. Drayton — but Mrs. Drayton's ing, cover decently many things, among opinion can easily be taken for granted. the rest that naked and primal passion She did, however, confide to her step which underlies existence; a passion daughter that things had been very much which, smouldering long, had sprung into upset by the engagement.
flame in that talk between the husband "I have been much shaken by it, much and wife, — the passion of self - presershaken,” she said. “Of course, I have vation, with its terror and bitterness not had, have not expected, my usual and horrible intensity! Cecil may have comforts ; but then I've been glad to missed the comfort of the commonplace, contribute my discomfort to Lyssie's hap- or she may have missed the man, with his piness. It is a little bitter to think that daily impetuous revolt of indifference, a poor, miserable, useless invalid like me followed by the flattery of his daily subhas nothing to give except discomfort." jugation. But she did not stop to ana
“ At least, your contribution has been lyze her state of mind ; in fact, in those unstinted," Cecil said sweetly; but her next few terrible days — days of discusface was dull, and she turned away from sion, of incrimination, of violent disher stepmother, feeling for once no de- agreement about Molly on the part of sire to torment her.
the husband and wife
she forgot every It was the morning after Roger had thing except the lust of strife. Yet she
had felt the vague and restless discom- have found out, but the idea of going to fort of missing Roger Carey, - of miss- the probate court to make the necessary ing a man whom she had known but a examination offended him. Dr. Lavenlittle while, a man who was her sister's dar, aware that at least the momentous lover!
question had not been asked, was very There was, however, nothing apparent conciliatory, and full of conversation in the relations of Mr. and Mrs. Shore about Miss Susan Carr. Mr. Joseph acwhich could start a ripple of excitement cepted the friendliness, and, when he in Old Chester. They met once a day at came home on Saturdays, walked in the the dinner table, with Molly sitting chat- garden at sunset and looked at the hollytering between them; themselves quite hocks, just as usual; but his kind heart silent to each other. This gave no par- knew its own bitterness. Yet with the ticular ground for comment; the maids bitterness was a strange, new happiness, only said, “She's got the sulks again,” for with opposition his mild regard for and Philip's man remarked that he was Mrs. Pendleton had begun to glow and " a fool not to settle her.”
deepen ; and faintly, like the thrill of Of course, alone, they did talk, these spring in November sunshine, the ardors two. Neither spared any truth to the of youth and love began to stir in his other. It is only when they are hus blood. He thought of his weekly visit band and wife that two human souls can to Old Chester with a perceptible heartachieve absolute cruelty.
beat; and when he walked home with Until they were able to agree upon her from the choir-practicing, there was something, it was obviously best to keep a haze before his eyes that hid the wrinup appearances ; and so Philip and Cecil kles about her temples, the sharp lines saw each other at dinner every night, around her tight little mouth, the shrewdand listened to Molly, and talked to her, ness of her light eyes; he saw again the and despised each other. For, oddly plump girl, silly and silent, who, twenty enough, now that Philip had put his de- years before, blushing and giggling, slid sire into words, his feeling for his wife into an engagement and out of it withdropped to a lower plane. He recog- out a quicker heart-beat or falling tear. nized this, but said to himself that it was
"Old Chester," said Mr. Joseph, upon because of what she revealed of herself one of these occasions, as they paced in these terrible interviews; the subtilty along together in the pleasant Septemof his meeting her upon the lower ground ber dusk,“ is very fortunate to have such of self-interest escaped him.
an addition to its social circle this winter Each was fighting for the possession as you will be, ma'am. We are someof the child. Philip stood by his first what narrow, I fear, and need widenopinion, that Molly should spend half of ing." the year with each of them; Cecil vio- “Exactly!” Mrs. Pendleton agreed. lently refused to listen to such a propo- “I assure you, I feel it a privilege sition: and there the matter stood, while to return to Old Chester from the less the long, still August days gave place to agreeable, if more worldly life of Merthe yellow haze of September.
cer,” Mr. Lavendar continued. Meantime, the excitement about Lys- “But I suppose the stage journey tries sie having subsided, life in Old Chester you a good deal as you grow older ?” slipped back into its ordinary channels Mrs. Pendleton said sympathetically. of sleepy self-satisfaction. Even at the Mr. Joseph looked dashed, though only rectory the tension had relaxed a little. for a moment. “I am older,” he said, “ in Mr. Joseph was still uncertain about Mr. one way, but not, my dear Mrs. PenPendleton's will; to be sure, he might dleton — in every way. My heart, as the poet says, is ever young, ever young; and Carr, it's your own fault!” which comI think he adds, fresh. Of that, however, forted her as much as such statements I am not certain.”
do. She thought of all the things to be But Mrs. Pendleton preferred to talk done upon the farm; all the things she about Mercer rather than about Mr. Lav- might do about the house ; nay, even endar's heart. “I suppose (not that I the books she would read, the letters she am inquisitive; I have no curiosity, but would write, if only she could stay at I'm so impulsive that I speak just what home. For there is perhaps no moment comes into my mind), - I suppose your when we so much appreciate our homes income must be quite large, for you to as the moment of departure from them live in Mercer?”
upon some rashly accepted invitation. Her interest in him touched him very Miss Susan put on a short, stout skirt, much. “No, ma'am, no ; not large, but for she could not endure the thought of sufficient; and we expect it to be great any clothing of hers touching those nasty ly augmented when my brother's book is streets; and her oldest bonnet, because pablished.”
the stage ride was dusty; and her waMr. Lavendar's heart was beating tu- terproof cloak, for fear it might rain. multuously; a declaration trembled upon Then she took down from the top shelf his lips, but the curb of honor held it in the spare-room wardrobe a large bag back. He must know about that will with “Susy” worked on one side in brown first. With admirable self-restraint he and yellow worsteds: this was to be filled tried to talk of less personal things, with the commissions with which she had the choir, the weather, the difference of taken kindly pains to burden herself. the seasons now and in bis youth; and “Can I do any shopping for you in Merthat led Mrs. Pendleton to remark that cer?" she had asked everybody; and the she and Susy Carr were soon coming to result was that when she climbed into Mercer to do some autumn shopping the coach with Mrs. Pendleton, she was * Wednesday a week we are coming,” naming over on her fingers a dozen ershe said ; and Mr. Joseph asked eagerly rands for other people. if he might have the honor of waiting “Lilac ribbons for Fanny Drayton's upon them in town, and escorting them wrapper ; patterns of red flannel for the to the shops. Mrs. Pendleton consented, Sewing Society; six silk handkerchiefs with a neat smile, and he left her, deter for Jane Temple's Mr. Dove I think mined to learn at once whether he were I must write the others down,” said Miss ** free” to address her “For I may Susan, “or else I'll forget 'em.” have a chance in Mercer,” he thought, Exactly,” Mrs. Pendleton agreed. palpitating.
Mrs. Pendleton looked very pretty: her This visit to Mercer had been ar- bonnet had fine hemstitched lawn strings ranged nearly a month before, when that looked like a clergyman's bands ; her Susan Carr, in one of those moments hair, with its sleek waves, came down in of rash good nature common to us all, loops upon her pink cheeks; her round, had promised to "shop" with Mrs. Pen- fresh face was rounder and fresher for dleton. When the day of fulfillment the spreading black veil that seemed to came, Miss Susan was as miserable as take up a great deal of room; a stiff we all are when our amiable weaknesses fold even touched Miss Susan's cheek come home to roost. The night before now and then, or fell forward in a wiry the fatal Wednesday she looked hopeful- shade across the little window of the ly at a threatening sky; but the morn- coach. Mrs. Pendleton took very good ing was full of placid sunshine, and she care of her crape; she had been heard sighed, and said to herself, “ Well, Susan to
that she had never let a tear fall
on that veil, for fear of spotting it; she nay, a month ago - he had thought said that spotted crape was pure care- it but the blackness of darkness! It is lessness, and a disrespect to the dead. an instant of terror, of remorse, and of She plaited the hem gently between her fearful joy. Susan Carr knew this; and fingers as she answered Miss Susan : she looked at the widow with that pity
“ Yes, 's a very good plan to write for the little creature's littleness which things down; I always do, and especial- only large and tender souls can feel,ly to-day. I've so many things to think for this strange moment had come very of.” She sighed as she spoke.
soon to Mrs. Pendleton. see, my dear Miss Carr, I'm going to It was a pleasant September day: lighten.”
there was a scent of wood smoke in the “Lighten?”
still air; in the fields along the turnExactly, — my grief. And there is pike road the corn had been cut, and so much to see to, for everything must be stood
upon the yellowing stubble in consistent. You must n't have a black- great tufted shocks which rustled if a bordered handkerchief when
take off rabbit went springing past, or a faint your veil ; and it's the same with gloves, wind stirred the dry, sword-like leaves ;
they must be stitched with white. the brook, which kept in friendly fashI think, in such a matter, one should ion close to the road, had dwindled in strive to be consistent, but it's very puz- its shallow bed, and left bare the flat, zling."
worn stones which a month before had Miss Susan said she supposed so. been covered with the dash and foam of
“Oh, dear me, yes; and I've had so hurrying water ; the woods were yellowmuch experience in it! I was in lilacs ing a little, and a soft haze hung all for my dear mother when my dear fa- across the smiling valley. ther died, and of course I went at once The stage jogged along in a cloud of into crape ; and I'd hardly gotten into dust, or rumbled under covered bridges, half again when aunt Betty went, and where, from between the dry, creaking that set me back with jets, — no crape. planks, lines of dust sifted down upon I was married when I'd just begun to the sunny water below, and from the wear black and white, and had put my openings in the roofs streaks of pownote paper into a narrow edge, — just dery sunshine fell like bars across the for an aunt, you know, — and then my gloom, making the horses swerve a little dear, dear husband !'
to avoid them. As they pulled up the Miss Carr looked sympathetic. hills, Jonas pounded with the butt end
“ Of course,” Mrs. Pendleton ended, of his whip on the wide tire, to keep drying her eyes on a handkerchief still time to a monotonous, jolting song : in grief, “then I was in black all
So there, now, Sally, through ; I did n't wear a white collar
I kiss ye once again; for three months; even my petticoats
So there, now, Sally,
Don't kiss no other men !'" were black lawn, I do assure you."
Miss Susan murmured something ap- Mrs. Pendleton chattered steadily. Miss propriate, and sighed. Susan Carr had Susan, her color deepening and her eyes lived too long and had too many griefs downcast, thought of her last ride in the not to know that grief, that most pre- coach with her impatient and ardent cious possession, subsides ; not to know lover. At least, she thought of it until that there is a pathetic instant when the she fell asleep. Occasionally her head mourner recognizes that life still holds nodded forward ; but Mrs. Pendleton's some interest for him ; that the world remarks rarely needed more elaborate is still beautiful, though but a year ago