 Chapter 17 of Joe's Boys. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Ashley Van Wallachem. Joe's Boys by Louisa May Elkert. Chapter 17 Among the Mades. Although the story is about Joe's boys, her girls cannot be neglected, because they held a high place in this little republic, and the special care was taken to fit them to play their part worthily in the greater public which offered them wider opportunities and more serious duties. To many, the social influence was a better part of the training they received. For education is not confined to books, and the finest characters often graduate from no college, but make experience their master, and life their book. Others cared only for the mental culture, and were in danger of over-studying under the delusion which pervades New England, that learning must be had at all costs, forgetting that health and real wisdom are better. Third class of ambitious girls hardly knew what they wanted, but were hungry for whatever could fit them to face the world, and to earn a living, being driven by necessity, the urgency of some half-conscious talent, of the restlessness of strong young mages, to break away from the narrow life which no longer satisfied. Johnfield all found something to help them, for the growing institution had not yet made its rules as fixed as laws of Meads and Persians, and believed so heartily in the right of all sexes, colours, creeds, and ranks to education, that there was room for everyone who knocked, and welcome, to the shabby youth from up-country, the eager girls from the west, the awkward freedmen or woman from the south, or the well-born student whose poverty made this college a possibility when other doors were barred. There still was prejudice, ridicule, neglect in high places, and prophecies of failure to contend against, but the faculty was composed of cheerful, hopeful men and women, who had seen greater reforms spring from smaller roots, after stormy seasons blossomed beautifully, to add prosperity and honour to the nation. So they worked on steadily, and bided their time. Full of increasing faith, their attempt as year after year, their numbers grew, their plans succeeded, and the sons of usefulness in this most vital of all professions, blessed of them with its sweet rewards. Among the various customs, which had very naturally sprung up, was one especially useful and interesting to the girls, as young women like to be called. It all grew out of the old sewing-hour, still capped up by the three sisters, long after the little work-boxers had expended into big baskets full of household mending. They were busy women, yet on Saturdays they tried to meet in one of the three sewing-rooms. For even classic penises, had it snook, where Mrs. Amy often sat among her servants, teaching them to make and demand, thereby giving them a respect for economy, since the rich lady did not scorn to darn her hose, and so on buttons. These household retreats, with books and work and their daughters by them, they wret and sewed and talked in the sweet privacy that domestic women love, and can make so helpful by a wise mixture of cooks and chemistry, table-line and etiology, prosaic duties, and good poetry. Mrs. Meg was a first to propose enlarging this little circle, for as she went her motherly round amongst the young women, she found a sad lack of order, skill and industry in this branch of education. Latin, Greek, the high mathematics, and signs of all sorts prospered finally, but the dust gathered on the work-baskets, frayed elbows went unheeded, and some of the blue-stocking sadly needed mending. Anxious, lest the usual sneer had learned women should apply to our girls, she gently lured two or three of the most untidy to her house, and made the hour so pleasant, the lesson so kindly, that they took the hint, grateful for the favour, and asked to come again. Others soon back to make the detested weekly duty-lighter by joining the party, and soon it was a privilege, so much desired, that the old museum was refitted with their sewing-machines, tables, rocking-chair, and a chair for fireplace, so that rain or shine, the needles might go on undisturbed. Here Mrs. Mac was in her glory, and stood wielding her big shears like a queen, and she cut out white work, fitted dresses, and directed Daisy, her special aide, about the trimming of hats, and completing the lace and ribbon trifles, which added grace to the simplest costume, and save poor or busy girls so much money and time. Mrs. Amy contributed taste, and decided the great question of colours and complexions, for few women, even the most learned, are without their desire to look well, which makes many a plain-faced comely, as well as many a pretty one ugly for want of skill and knowledge of the fitness of things. She also took a turn to provide books for the readings, and, as art was afforded, she gave them to lectures from Ruskin, Hamilton, and Mrs. Jameson, who is never old. Baz read these aloud as her contribution, and Josie took a turn of the romances, poetry, and plays the rungus recommended. Mrs. Joe gave letter lectures on health, religion, politics, and the various questions in which all should be interested, with copious extracts from Mrs. Cobb's duties of women, Mrs. Brackett's education of American girls, Mrs. Duffy's no-sexing education, Mrs. Wilson's dress reform, and many of the other excellent books, wise women write for their sisters, now that they are waking up and asking, what shall we do? It was curious to see the prejudices melt away, as ignorance was enlightened, indifference changed to interest, and intelligence minds set to thinking, while quick wits and lively tongues added spice to the discussions, which inevitably followed. The feet, that wore the neatly-mannered hose, carried wiser hats than before, the pretty gowns covered hearts warmed by higher purposes, and the hands, that dropped the thimbles for pants, lexicals, and celestial globes, were better fitted for life's work, whether to rock cradles, tend the sick, or help on the great work of the world. One day a brisk discussion arose concerning careers for women. Mrs. Joe had read something on the subject, and asked each of the dozen girls sitting above the room what she intended to do on leaving college. The answers were as usual. I shall teach, help mother, study medicine, art, etc., but nearly all ended with till I marry. But if you don't marry, what then? asked Mrs. Joe, feeling like a girl again as she listened to the answers, and watched the thoughtful gay origa faces. Be old mate, I suppose. Horrid, but inevitable, since there are so many superfluous women, answered a lively less too pretty to fear single-blessedness, unless she chose it. It is well to consider that fact, and fit yourselves to be useful, not superfluous women. That class, by the way, is largely made up of widows, I find, so don't consider it a slur or maidenhood. That's a comfort. Old mates aren't nearer at half as much as they used to be, since some of them have grown famous, and prove that woman isn't half but a whole human being and can't stand alone. Don't like it all the same. We can't all be like Miss Nightingale, Miss Phelps and the rest. So what can we do but sit in a corner and look on? asked a plain girl with a dissatisfied expression. Cultivate cheerfulness in content, if nothing else, but there are so many little odd jobs waiting to be done that nobody need sit idle and look on, unless she chooses. Said Mrs. Mac with a smile, laying on the girl's head the new hat she had just trimmed. Thank you very much. Yes, Mrs. Brooke, I see. It's a little job, but it makes me need it happy, and grateful," she added, looking up with bright her eyes, as she accepted the labour of love and the lesson as sweetly as they were given. One of the best and most beloved women I know has been doing odd jobs for the Lord for years, and will keep at it till her dear hands are folded in a coffin. All sorts of things she does, picks up neglected children and puts them in safe homes, saves lost girls, nurses poor women in trouble, sows, knits, trots, bags, works for the poor day after day with no reward but a thanks of the needy. The love and honor of the rich, who makes into Matilda Theralmoner, that's a life worth living, and I think that quite little woman will get a higher seat in heaven than many of those of whom the world has heard. I know it's lovely, Mrs. Bear, but it's dull for young folks. We do want a little fun before we buckle to," said a wesson girl with a wide-awake face. Have you fun, my dear? But if you must earn your bread, try to make it sweet with cheerfulness, not bitter with the daily regret that it isn't cake. I used to think mine was a very hard fate, because I had to amuse a somewhat fretful old lady, but the books I read in that lonely library have been of immense use to me since, and the dear old soul bequeathes me plump fields for my cheerful service and infractionate care. I didn't deserve it, but I did use to try to be jolly and kind, and get as much honey out of duty as I could, thanks to my dear mother's help and advice. Gracious! If I could earn a place like this, I'd sing all day and be an angel, but you have to take your chance and get nothing for your pains, perhaps. I never do," said a wessoner, who had a hard time with his small means and large aspirations. Don't do it for a reward, but be sure it will come, though not in the shape you expect. I worked hard for fame and money one winter, but I got neither, and was much disappointed. A year afterwards I found I had earned two prizes—skill with my pen—and Professor Bear. Mrs. Joe's laugh was echoed blithely by the girls, who liked to have these conversations and livened by illustrations from life. You are a very lucky woman," began the discontented damsel, who saw sword above new hats welcome as they were, but did not quite know where to steer. Yet her name used to be Luckless Joe, and she never had what she wanted till she had given up hoping for it, said Mrs. Mack. I'll give up hoping, then, right away, and see if my wishes will come. I only want to help my folks and get a good school. Take this proverb for your guide. Get that this tariff ready, and the Lord will send the flex," answered Mrs. Joe. We'd better all do that, if you are to be spinsters," said a pretty one, adding gaily. I think I should like it on the whole. They are so independent. My Aunt Jenny can do just what she likes and ask no one's leave. I admire her to consult power about everything. Yes, I'll give you my chance, Sally, and be a super flume, as Mr. Plock says. You will be one of the first to go into bondage. See if you are owned. Much obliged, all the same. Well, I'll get my disc staff ready, and take whatever flex the fates send, single or double-twisted, as the powers please. That is a right spirit, Nelly. Keep it up, and see how happy life will be with a brave heart, willing hand, and plenty to do. No one objects to plenty of domestic work or fashionable pleasure, I find. But the minute we begin to study, people tell us we can't bear it and warn us to be very careful. I've tried the other things, and got so tired I came to college, though my people predict a nervous exhaustion and an early death. Do you think there is any danger? asked a stately girl, with an anxious glance, and the blooming face reflected in the mirror opposite. Are you stronger or weaker than when you came two years ago, Miss Winthrop? Stronger in body and much happier in mind. I think I was dying of ennui, but the doctors called it inherited delicacy of constitution. That is why my mind is so anxious, and I wish not to go too fast. Don't worry, my dear, that active brain of yours was starving for good food. It has plenty now, and plain living suits you better than luxury and dissipation. It is all nonsense about girls not being able to study as well as boys. Neither can bear cramming, but with proper care both are better for it. So enjoy the life you're instinct to let you to, and we will prove that wise head work is a better cure for that sort of delicacy than tunics, and novels on the sofa, where far too many of our girls go to rack nowadays. They burned the candle at both ends. When they break down, they blame the books, not the balls. Dr. Nan was telling me about a patient of hers who thought she had heart-complained, till Nan made to take off her corsets, stopped her coffee and dancing all night, and made her eat, sleep, walk, and live regularly for a time, and now she's a brilliant cure, common sense versus custom, Nan said. I've had no headache since I came here, and can do twice as much as studying as I did at home. It's in the air, I think, and the fun of going ahead of the boys," said another girl, tapping her big forehead with his thimble, as if the lively brain inside was in good working order, and enjoyed the daily gymnastics she gave it. Quality, not quantity, Wednesday, you know. Our brains may be smaller, but I don't see that they fall short of what is required of them, and if I am not mistaken, the largest-headed man in our class is the dullest, suddenly with the solemn air which produced a gale of merriment, for all knew that young Goliath, which she mentioned, had been metaphorically slain by this quick-quitter David on many a battlefield, to the great disgust of himself and his mates. Mrs. Brooke, do I gorge on the right or the wrong side, asked of the best Greek scholar of her class, eyeing a black silk apron with a lost expression, through items, Pearson, and leave a space between the tucks, it looks pretty as so. I'll never make another, but it will save my dresses from Link's stains, so I'm glad I've got it, and the erudite Miss Pearson laboured on, finding it a harder task than any Greek route she ever dug up. We, baby-stainers, must learn how to make shields, or we are lost. I'll give you a pattern of the pineapple I used to wear, my blood and thunder-days, as we call them, said Mrs. Joe, trying to remember what became of the old tin-kitchen which used to haul to works. Speaking of writers, reminds me that my ambition is to be a George Elliot, and thrill the world. It must be so splendid to know that one has such power, and to hear people own that one possesses a masculine intellect. I don't care for most women's novels, but hers are immense. Don't you think so, Mrs. Bear? asked a girl with a big forehead, and torn braid on her skirt. Yes, but they don't thrill me, as little Charlotte Bronte's books do. The brain is there, but the heart seems left out. I admire, but I don't love, George Elliot, and her life is far sadder to me than Mrs. Bronte's, because, in spite of the genius, love and fame, she mist of the light without which no soul is truly great, good or happy. Yes, I know, but still it's so romantic, as stuff new and mysterious, and she was great in one sense. Her nerves and dyspepsia do rather destroy the illusion, but I adore famous people, and mean to go and see all I can scare up in London some day. You will find some of the best of them busy about just the work I recommend to you, and if I want to see a great lady, I'll tell you that Mrs. Lawrence means to bring one here today. Lady Abercrombie is lunching with her, and after seeing the college, it's equal on us. She especially wanted to see our sewing school, as she is interested in things of this sort, and gets them up at home. Bless me! I always imagined lords and ladies did nothing but ride round in a cauldron six, go to balls and be presented to the queen in cocked hats and trained in feathers, exclaimed an artist's young person from the Wiles of Maine, with an illustrated paper occasionally wondered. Not at all. Lord Abercrombie is over here studying up our American prison system, and my lady is busy with the schools, both very high-born, but the simplest and most sensible people I've met this long time. They are neither of them young nor handsome, and dress plainly. So don't expect anything splendid. Mrs. Lawrence was telling me last night about a friend of his, who met my lord in the hall, and owing to a rough great coat and a red face, mistook him for a coachman, and said, Now, my man, what do you want here? Lord Abercrombie mildly mentioned who he was, and that he had come to dinner, and the poor host was much afflicted, saying afterwards, Why didn't he wear his stars in garters? Then a fellow would know he was a lord. The girls laughed again, and General Russell betrayed that each was springing a bit before the title guest arrived. Even Mrs. Joe sat at her collar, and Mrs. Mac felt, if her cap was right, while Bert shook out her curls, and Josie boldly consulted the glass, but they were women in spite of philosophy and philanthropy. Shall we all rise? asked one girl, deeply impressed by the impending honour. It would be courteous. Shall we shake hands? No, I'll present you en masse, and your pleasant faces will be introduction enough. I wish I'd worn my best dress, or to have told us, whispered Sally. Won't my folks be surprised when I tell them we have had a real lady to call on us? said another. Don't look as if you'd never seen a gentlewoman before, Millie. We are not all fresh from the wilderness," added the stately damsel who, having Mayflower and sisters, felt that she was the equal of all the crowned heads of Europe. Hush! She's coming! Oh, my heart! What a bonnet! cried if the gay girl in the stage whisper, and every eye was demurely fixed upon the busy hands, as a door opened to admit Mrs. Lawrence and her guest. Just rather a shock to find, after the general introduction was over, that this daughter of a hundred earls was a stout lady in a plain gown, and a rather weather-beaten bonnet, with a bag of papers in one hand, and a notebook in the other. But the face was full of benevolence, the sonora's voice very kind, so genial manners very winning, and about the whole person an indescribable air of high breeding, which made beauty of no consequence, costume soon forgotten, and the moment memorable to the keen-eyed girls whom nothing escaped. A little chat about the rise, growth, and success of this particular class, and then Mrs. Joe let the conversation to the English lady's swerg, anxious to show her pupils how rank dignified labour and charity blesses wealth. It was good for these girls to hear of the evening school supported and taught by women whom they knew and honoured, of Miss Cobb's eloquent protest winning the protection of the law for abused wives. Mrs. Butler saving the last, Mrs. Taylor, who devoted one room into her historic house to a library for the servants, Lord Sharvesbury, busy with his new tenement houses in the slums of London, of prison reforms, and all the brave work being done in God's name by the rich and great for the humble and the poor. It impressed the more so many quiet home-lectures would have done, and roused an ambition to help when the time should come, while knowing that even in glorious America there is still plenty to be done before she is what she should be, truly just, and free, and great. They were also quick to see that Lady Abercrombie treated all there as her equals, from stately Mrs. Lawrence to Little Josie, taking note of everything and privately resolving to have some thick-salt English boots as soon as possible. No one would have guessed that she had a big house in London, a castle in Wales, and a grand country-seed in Scotland, as she spoke of penacis with admiration, Plomfield as a dear old home, and the college, as an honour to all concerned in it. At that, of course, every head went up a litter, and when my lady left, every hand was ready for the heart-shake the noble English woman gave them, with the words they long remembered. I am very pleased to see this much neglected branch of a woman's education so well conducted here, and I have to thank my friend Mrs. Lawrence for one of the most charming pictures I've seen in America, Penelope, among her maids. A group of smiling faces watched if the stout boots strut away, respectful glances followed the shabby bonnet till it was out of sight, and the girls felt a true respect for their title-guest, than if she had come in the coach-and-six with all her diamonds on. I feel better about the odd jobs now. I only wish I could do them as well as Lady Abercrombie does," said one. I thanked my stars, my buttonholes were nice, for she looked at them and said, quite workman-like upon my word, added another, feeling that a gin and gown had come to honour. Her manners were as sweet and kind as Mrs. Brooks, not a bit stiff or condescending as I expected. I see now what you meant, Mrs. Baer, when you said once, that well-bred people were the same all the world over. Mrs. Mack, bowed her thanks for the compliment, Mrs. Baer said, I know them when I see them, but never shall be a model of a deportant myself. I'm glad you enjoyed the little visit. Now, if you young people don't want England to get ahead of us in many ways, you must bestow yourselves and keep abreast, for our sisters are in earnest, you see, and don't waste time worrying about their sphere, but make it were ever-duty cause of them. We will do our best, ma'am," answered the girls heartily, and drooped away with their work-baskets, feeling that though they may never be Harriet Martinos, Elizabeth Brownings or George Eliot's, they might become noble, useful, and independent women, and earn for themselves some sweet tidal from the grateful lips of the poor, better than any queen could bestow. End of Chapter 17 The clark of the weather evidently has a regard for young people, and sends sunshine for class days as often as he can. An especially lovely one shone over Plumfield, as this interesting anniversary came round, bringing the usual accompaniments of roses, strawberries, white-gowned girls, beaming youths, proud friends, and stately dignitaries, full of well-earned satisfaction, full of well-earned satisfaction, full of well-earned satisfaction, full of well-earned satisfaction, with the yearly harvest. As Lawrence College was a mixed one, the presence of a young woman, as students, gave to the occasion a grace and animation entirely wanting, where the picturesque half of creation appear merely as spectators. The hands that turn the pages of wise books also possessed the skill to decorate the hall with flowers. Eyes tired with study shone with hospitable warmth, on the assembling guests and under the white muslins beat hearts as full of ambition, hope, and courage, as those agitating the broadcloth of the ruling sects. College Hill, Parnassus, and old Plums swarmed with cheery faces, as guests, students, and professors hurried to and fro in the pleasant excitement of arriving and receiving. Everyone was welcomed cordially, whether he rolled up in a fine carriage or trudged a foot to see the good son or daughter come to honour on the happy day that rewarded many a mutual sacrifice. Mr. Lorry and his wife were on the reception committee, and their lovely house was overflowing. Mrs. Meg, with Daisy and Joe as aides, was in demand among the girls, helping on belated toilets, giving an eye to spreads, and directing the decorations. Mrs. Joe had her hands full as president's lady and the mother of Ted, for it took all the power and skill of that energetic woman to get her son into his Sunday best. Not that he objected to be well arrayed. Far from it! He adored good clothes, and owing to his great height already reveled in a dress suit, bequeathed him by a dandy friend. The effect was very funny, but he would wear it in spite of the jeers of his mates, and sighed vainly for a beaver because his stern parent drew the line there. He pleaded that English lads of ten wore them, and were no end knobby, but his mother only answered with a consoling pat of the yellow mane. My child, you are absurd enough now. If I let you add a tall hat, Plumfield wouldn't hold either of us. Such would be the scorn and derision of all beholders. Content yourself with looking like the ghost of a waiter, and don't ask for the most ridiculous headgear in the known world. Denied this noble badge of manhood, Ted soothed his wounded soul by appearing in collars of an amazing height and stiffness, and ties which were the wonder of all female eyes. This freak was a sort of vengeance on his hard-hearted mother, for the collars drove the laundress to despair, never being just right, and the ties required such art in the tying that three women sometimes laboured long before, like Beau Brummel, he turned from a heap of failures with the welcome words, that will do. Rob was devoted on these trying occasions, his own toilette being distinguished only by its speed, simplicity and neatness. Ted was usually in a frenzy before he was suited, and raws, whistles, commands and groans were heard from the den, wherein the lion raged, and the lamb patiently toiled. Mrs. Joe bore it till boots were hurled, and a rain of hairbrushes set in, then fearing for the safety of her eldest, she would go to the rescue, and by a wise mixture of fun and authority finally succeeded in persuading Ted that he was a thing of beauty, if not a joy for ever. At last he would stalk majestically forth, imprisoned in collars compared to which those worn by Dickens afflicted by Le were trifles not worth mentioning. The dress coat was a little loose in the shoulders, but allowed a noble expanse of glossy bosom to be seen, and with a delicate handkerchief, negligently drooping at the proper angle, had a truly fine effect. Boots that shone, and likewise pinched, appeared at one end of the long black clothespin, as Josie called him, and a youthful but solemn face at the other, carried at an angle which, if long continued, would have resulted in spinal curvature. Light gloves, a cane, and, oh, bitter drop in the cup of joy, an ignominious straw hat, not to mention a choice flower-wretch in the buttonhole, and a festoon of watchguard below finished off this impressive boy. "'How's that for style?' he asked, appearing to his mother and cousins, whom he was to escort to the hall on this particular occasion. A shout of laughter greeted him, followed by exclamations of horror, for he had artfully added the little blond moustache he often wore when acting. It was very becoming, and seemed the only balm to heal the wound made by the loss of the beloved hat. "'Take it off this moment, you audacious boy! What would your father say to such a prank on this day when we must all behave our best?' said Mrs. Joe, trying to frown, but privately thinking that among the many youths about her none were so beautiful and original as her long son. "'Let him wear it, Aunty, it's so becoming. No one will ever guess he isn't eighteen at least,' cried Josie, to whom disguise of any sort was always charming. Father won't observe it. He'll be absorbed in his big wigs in the girls. No matter if he does, he'll enjoy the joke and introduce me as his oldest son. Rob is nowhere when I'm in full fig. And Ted took the stage with a tragic stalk, like Hamlet, in a tailcoat and choker. "'My son, O baby!' And when Mrs. Joe spoke in that tone her word was law. Later, however, the moustache appeared and many strangers firmly believed that there were three young bears. So Ted found one ray of joy to light his gloom. Mr. Bear was a proud and happy man when, at the appointed hour, he looked down upon the patiera of youthful faces before him, thinking of the little gardens in which he had hopefully and faithfully sown good seed years ago, and from which this beautiful harvest seemed to have sprung. Mr. March's fine old face shone with the serene satisfaction, for this was the dream of his life fulfilled after patient waiting. And the love and reverence in the countenances of the eager young men and women looking up at him plainly showed that the reward he coveted was his in fullest measure. Laurie always effaced himself on these occasions as much as courtesy would permit, for everyone spoke gratefully in ode, poem and oration of the founder of the college and noble dispenser of his beneficence. The three sisters beamed with pride as they sat among the ladies, enjoying, as only women can, the honour done the men they loved. While the original plums, as the younger ones call themselves, regarded the whole affair as their work, receiving the curious, admiring, or envious glances of strangers with a mixture of dignity and delight, rather comical to behold. The music was excellent, and well it might be when Apollo waved the baton. The poems were, as usual on such occasions, of varied excellence, as the youthful speakers tried to put old truths into new words and made them forceful by the enthusiasm of their earnest faces and fresh voices. It was beautiful to see the eager interest with which the girls listened to some brilliant brother-student and applauded him with a rustle as of wind over a bed of flowers. It was still more significant and pleasant to watch the young men's faces when a slender white figure stood out against the background of black-coated dignitaries, and with cheeks that flushed and paled, and lips that trembled till earnest purpose conquered maiden fear, spoke to them straight out of a woman's heart and brain concerning the hopes and doubts, the aspirations and rewards all must know, desire and labour fall. This clear sweet voice seemed to reach and rouse all that was noblest in the souls of these youths, and to set a seal upon the years of comradeship which made them sacred and memorable forever. Alice Heath's oration was unanimously pronounced the success of the day, for without being flowery or sentimental, as is too apt to be the case with these first efforts of youthful orators, it was earnest, sensible, and so inspiring that she left the stage in a storm of applause, the good fellows being as much fired by her stirring appealed to march shoulder to shoulder as if she had chanted the Marseilles then and there. One young man was so excited that he nearly rushed out of his seat to receive her as she hastened to hide herself among her mates, who welcomed her with faces full of tender pride and tearful eye. A prudent sister detained him, however, and in a moment he was able to listen with composure to the President's remarks. They were worth listening to, for Mr. Bear spoke like a father to the children whom he was dismissing and his tender wise and helpful words lingered in their hearts long after the praise was forgotten. Then came other exercises peculiar to Plumfield and the end. Why the roof did not fly off when the sturdy lungs of the excited young men peeled out the closing hymn will forever be a mystery. But it remained firm and only the fading garlands vibrated as the waves of music rolled up and died away, leaving sweet echoes to haunt the place for another year. Dinners and spreads consumed the afternoon and at sunset came a slight lull as everyone sought some brief repose before the festivities of the evening began. The President's reception was one of the enjoyable things in store, also dancing on parnaces and as much strolling, singing and flirting as could be compressed into a few hours by youths and maidens just out of school. Carriages were rolling about and gay groups on pierces, lawns and window seats idly speculated as to who the distinguished guests might be. The appearance of a very dusty vehicle loaded with trunks at Mr Bear's hospitably open door caused much curious comment among the lounges, especially as two rather foreign-looking gentlemen sprang out, followed by two young ladies all four being greeted with cries of joy and much embracing by the Bears. Then they all disappeared into the house, the luggage followed, and the watchers were left to wonder who the mysterious strangers were, till a fair collegian declared that they must be the Professor's nephews, one of whom was expected on his wedding journey. She was right. Franz proudly presented his blond and voxen bride and she was hardly kissed and blessed when a meal led up his bonny English merry with a rapturous announcement. Uncle, Aunt Joe, here's another daughter, have you room for my wife, too? There could be no doubt of that. And Mary was, with difficulty, rescued from the glad embraces of her new relatives, who, remembering all the young pair had suffered together, felt that this was the natural and happy ending of the long voyage so periously begun. But why not tell us and let us be ready for two brides instead of one? asked Mrs. Joe, looking as usual rather demoralising in a wrapper and crimping pins, having rushed down from her chamber where she was preparing for the labours of the evening. Well, I remembered what a good joke you all considered Uncle Lowry's marriage, and I thought I'd give you another nice little surprise. Laughed a meal. I'm off duty and it seemed best to take advantage of wind and tide and come along as convoy to the old boy here. We hoped to get in last night but couldn't fetch it, so here we are in time for the end of the Jollification anyway. My sons, it is too feeling full to see you both so happy and again in the old home. I have no words to outpour my gratitude and can only ask of the dear God in him all to bless and keep you all, cried Professor Bear, trying to gather all four into his arms at once while tears rolled down his cheeks and his English failed him. An April shower cleared the air and relieved the full hearts of the happy family. Then, of course, everyone began to talk. Franz and Ludmilla and German with Uncle, Emil and Mary with the aunts, and round this group gathered the young folk, clamouring to hear all about the wreck and the rescue and the homeward voyage. It was a very different story from the written one, and as they listened to Emil's graphic words with Mary's soft voice breaking in now and then to add some fact that brought out the courage, patience and self-sacrifice, he so lightly touched upon. It became a solemn and pathetic thing to see and hear these happy creatures tell of that great danger and deliverance. I never hear the patter of rain now that I don't want to say my prayers. And as for women I'd like to take my hat off to every one of them, for they are braver than any man I ever saw," said Emil, with the new gravity that was as becoming to him as the new gentleness with which he treated everyone. If women are brave some men are as tender and self-sacrificing as women. I know one who in the night slipped his share of food into a girl's pocket, though starving himself and sat for hours rocking a sick man in his arms that he might get a little sleep. No, love, I will tell, and you must let me," cried Mary, holding in both her own the hand he laid on her lips to silence her. I only did my duty if that torment had lasted much longer I might have been as bad as poor Barry and the Botswain. Wasn't that an awful night? And Emil shuddered as he recalled it. Don't think of it, dear. Tell about the happy days on the Urania when Papa grew better and we were all safe and homeward bound," said Mary, with the trusting look and comforting touch which seemed to banish the dark and recall the bright side of that terrible experience. Emil cheered up at once and sitting with his arm about his dear glass in true sailor fashion told the happy ending of the tale. Such a dolly old time as we had at Hamburg Uncle Herman couldn't do enough for the captain, and while Mama took care of him Mary looked after me. I had to go into dock for repairs, fire hurt my eyes, and watching for a sail and want of sleep made him as hazy as a London fog. She was pilot and brought me in all right, you see. Only I couldn't part company, so she came and started as first mate, and I'm bound straight for glory now. Hush, that's silly, dear! whispered Mary, trying in her turn to stop him with English shyness about tender topics. But he took the soft hand in his and proudly surveying the one ring at war went on with the air of an admiral aboard his flagship. The captain proposed waiting a spell, but I told him we weren't like to see any rougher weather than we'd pulled through together. And if we didn't know one another after such a year as this, we never should. I was sure I shouldn't be worth my pay without his hand on the wheel. So I had my way, and my brave little woman has shipped for the long voyage. God bless her. Shall you really sail with him? asked Daisy, admiring her courage, but shrinking with cat-like horror from the water. I'm not afraid, answered Mary with a loyal smile. I've proved my captain in fair weather and in fowl. And if he is ever wrecked again, I'd rather be with him than waiting and watching ashore. A true woman, and a born sailor's wife, you are a happy man, Emile, and I am sure this trip will be a prosperous one," cried Mrs. Joe, delighted with the briny flavour of this courtship. Oh, my dear boy, I always felt you'd come back, and when everyone else just spared I never gave up, but insisted that you were clinging to the main top of that dreadful sea. And Mrs. Joe illustrated her faith by grasping Emile with a truly pillicoddy ingesture. Of course I was," answered Emile heartily, and my main top jib, in this case, was the thought of what you and Uncle said to me. That kept me up, and among the million thoughts that came to me during those long nights none was clearer than the idea of the red strand, you remember, English Navy and all that. And resolved that if a bit of my cable was left afloat, the red stripe should be there. And it was, my dear, it was, Captain Hardy testifies to that. And here is your reward. And Mrs. Joe kissed Mary with a maternal tenderness which betrayed that she liked the English rose better than the blue-eyed German corn bloom and sweet and modest though it was. Emile surveyed the little ceremony with complacency, saying, as he looked about the room which he never thought to see again, odd, isn't it, how clearly trifles come back to one in times of danger. As we floated there half-starved and into spare, I used to think I heard the bells ringing here and Ted tramping down stairs, and you calling, boys, boys, it's time to get up! I actually smelt the coffee we used to have, and one night I nearly cried when I woke from a dream of Asia's ginger cookies. I declare it was one of the bitterest disappointments in my life to face hunger with that spicy smell in my nostrils. If you've got any, do give me one. A pitiful murmur broke from all the aunts and cousins, and Emile was at once born away to feast on the desired cookies, a supply always being on hand. Mrs. Joe and her sister joined the other group glad to hear what friends were saying about Nat. The minute I saw how thin and shabby he was, I knew that something was wrong, but he made light of it and was so happy over our visit and news that I let him off with a brief confession, and went to Professor Baumgarten and Bergman. From them I learned the whole story of his spending more money than he ought, and trying to atone for it by unnecessary work and sacrifice. Baumgarten thought it would do him good, so kept his secret till I came. It did him good, and he paid his debts and earned his bread by the sweat of his brow, like that. I like that much in that. It is, as I said, a lesson, and he learns it well. He proves himself a man, and has deserved the place Bergman offers him, said Mr. Bear, looking well pleased as Franz added some facts already recorded. I told you, Meg, that he had good stuff in him, and love for days he would keep him straight. Dear lad, I wish I had him here this moment, cried Mrs. Joe, forgetting in delight the doubts and anxieties which had troubled her for months past. I am very glad, and suppose I shall give in, as I always do, especially now that the epidemic rages so among us. You and Emile have set all their heads in affirmant, and Josie will be demanding a lover before I can turn around, answered Meg, in a tone of despair. But her sister saw that she was touched by Nat's trials, and hastened to add the triumphs that the victory might be complete for success is always charming. This offer of her Bergman is a good one, isn't it? she asked, though Laurie had already satisfied her on that point when Nat's letter brought the news. Very fine in every way. Nat will get capital drill at Backmeister's orchestra, see London in a delightful way, and if his suits, come home with them. Well started among the violins. No great honour, but a sure thing to step up. I congratulated him, and he was very jolly over it, saying, like the true lover he is, tell Daisy, be sure and tell her all about it. I'll leave that to you, Aunt Meg, and you can also break it gently to her, that the old boy had a very fine blonde beard, very becoming, hides his weak mouth and gives a noble air to his big eyes, and a Mendelsohonian brow, as a Gushing woman called it. Ludmilla has a photo of it for you. This amused them, and they listened to many other interesting bits of news which kind friends, even in his own happiness, had not forgotten to remember for his friend's sake. He talked so well and painted Nat's patient and pathetic shift so vividly that Mrs. Meg was half one. Though if she had learned of the Minna episode and the fiddling and beer gardens and streets, she might not have relented again. She stored up all she heard, however, and womanlike promised herself a delicious talk with Daisy, in which she would allow herself to melt by degrees and perhaps change the doubtful we shall see, to a cordial he has done well, be happy dear. In the midst of this agreeable chat the sudden striking of a clock recalled Mrs. Joe from romance to reality and she exclaimed with a clutch at her crimping pins, well you must eat and rest and I must dress or receive in this disgraceful rig. Meg, will you take Ludmilla and marry upstairs and see to them? Frans knows the way to the dining-room, Fritz come with me, and be made tidy for what with heat and emotion we are both perfect wrecks. End of Chapter 18 Read by Martina Sydney, Australia This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Joe's Boys by Louisa Mayalkott Chapter 19 White Roses While the travellers refreshed and Mrs. President struggled into her best gown Josie ran into the garden to gather flowers for the brides. The sudden arrival of these interesting beings had quite enchanted the romantic girl and her head was full of heroic rescues tender admiration dramatic situations and feminine wonder as to whether the lovely creatures would wear their veils or not. She was standing before a great bush of white roses culling the most perfect for the bouquets which she meant to tie with the ribbon festooned over her arm and lay on the toilet tables of the new cousins as a delicate attention. A step startled her and looking up she saw her brother coming down the path with folded arms, bent head and the absent air of one absorbed in deep thought. Sophie Wackles said the sharp child with a superior smile as she sucked her thumb just pricked by a two-eager pull at the thorny branches. What are you at here? Ms. Giff asked to me with an Irving-esque start rather than saw a disturbing influence in his daydream. Getting flowers for our brides don't you wish you had one? answered Josie, to whom the word Miss Giff suggested her favorite amusement. A bride or a flower? asked to me calmly, though he eyed the blooming bush as if it had a sudden and unusual interest for him. Both. You get the one and I'll give you the other. Wish I could and to me picked a little bud with a sigh that went to Josie's warm heart. Why don't you then? It's lovely to see people so happy. Now is a good time to do it if you ever mean to. She will be going away forever soon. Who? And to me pulled a half-open bud with a sudden color in his own face which sign of confusion delighted little Joe. Don't be a hypocrite. You know I mean Alice. Now Jack, I'm fond of you and want to help. It's so interesting all these lovers and weddings and things and we ought to have our share so you take my advice and speak up like a man and make sure of Alice before she goes. To me laughed at the seriousness of the small girl's advice but he liked it and showed that it suited him by saying blandly instead of snubbing her as usual. You are very kind child Since you are so wise could you give me a hint how I'd better speak up as you elegantly express it? Oh well there are various ways you know in plays the lovers go down on their knees but that's awkward when they have long legs. Ted never does it well though I drill him for hours you could say be mine, be mine like the old man who threw cucumbers over the wall to Mrs. Nickelby if you want to be gay and easy or you could write a poetical pop. You've tried it I dare say. But seriously Joe I do love Alice and I think she knows it I want to tell her so but I lose my head when I try and don't care to make a fool of myself thought you might suggest some pretty way you read so much poetry and are so romantic. To me tried to express himself clearly but forgot his dignity and his usual reserve and the sweet perplexity of his love and asked his little sister to teach him how to put the question which a single word can answer. The arrival of his happy cousins had scattered all his wise plans and brave resolutions to wait still longer. The Christmas play had given him courage to hope and the oration today had filled him with tender pride but the sight of those blooming brides and beaming grooms was too much for him and he panted to secure his Alice without an hours delay. Daisy was his confidant in all but this a brotherly feeling of sympathy had kept him from telling her his hopes because her own were forbidden. His mother was rather jealous of any girl he admired but knowing that she liked Alice he loved on and enjoyed his secret alone meaning soon to tell her all about it. Now suddenly Josie and the Rose Bush seemed to suggest a speedy end to his tender perplexities and he was moved to accept her aid as the guided lion did that of the mouse. I think all right he was slowly beginning after a pause during which both were trying to strike out a new and brilliant idea. I've got it! Perfectly lovely. Just suit her and you too being a poet cried Josie with a skip. What is it? Don't be ridiculous please beg the bashful lover. Eager but afraid of this sharp tongued bit of womanhood. I read in one of Miss Edward's stories about a man who offers three roses to his lady. A bud a half blown and a full blown rose I don't remember which she took but it's a pretty way and Alice knows about it because she was there when we read it. Here are all kinds. You've got the two buds. Pick the sweetest rose you can find and I'll tie them up and put them in her room. She is coming to dress with Daisy so I can do it nicely. Demi mused a moment with his eyes on the bridal bush and a smile came over his face so unlike any it had ever worn before that Josie was touched and looked away as if she had no right to see the dawn of the great passion which, while at last makes a young man as happy as a god. Do it was all he said and gathered a full blown rose to finish his floral love message. Charmed to have a finger in this romantic pie Josie tied a graceful bow of ribbon about the stems and finished her last nose gay with such content while Demi wrote upon a card, Dear Alice, you know what the flowers mean. Will you wear one or all tonight and make me still prouder, fonder and happier than I am. Yours entirely, John. Offering this to his sister he said in a tone that made her feel the deep importance of her mission I trust you Joe this means everything to me no jokes dear if you love me. Josie's answer was a kiss that promised all things and then she ran away to do her gentle spiriting like Ariel leaving Demi to dream among the roses like Ferdinand. Mary and Ludmilla were charmed with their bouquets and the giver had the delight of putting some of the flowers into the dark hair and the light as she played made at the toilets of our brides which consoled her for the disappointment in the matter of veils. No one helped Alice dress for Daisy was in the next room with her mother and not even her loving eyes saw the welcome which the little posy received nor the tears and smiles and blushes that came and went as she read the note and pondered what answers she should give. There was no doubt about the one she wished to give but duty held her back for at home there was an invalid mother and with all the help she could now bring by the acquirements four years a faithful study had given her love looked very sweet and a home of her own with John a little heaven on earth but not yet and she slowly laid away the full blown rose as she sat before the mirror thinking over the great question of her life was it wise and kind to ask him to wait to bind him by any promise or even to put into words the love and love for him. No. It would be more generous to make the sacrifice alone and spare him the pain of hope deferred he was young he would forget and she would do her duty better perhaps if no impatient lover waited for her with eyes that saw but dimly and a hand that lingered on the stem he had stripped of thorns she laid the half blown flower by the rose and asked herself if even the little bud might be worn. It looked very poor and pale beside the others yet being in the self sacrificing mood which real love brings she felt that even a small hope was too much to give if she could not follow it up with more. As she sat looking sadly down on the symbols of an affection that grew dear every moment she listened half unconsciously to the murmur of voices in the adjoining room open windows thin partitions and the stillness of summer twilight made it impossible to help hearing and in a few moments more she could not refrain for they were talking of John so nice of Lidmilla to bring us all bottles of real German cologne just what we need after this tiring day be sure John has his he likes it so yes mother did you see him jump up when Alice ended her operation he'd have gone to her if I hadn't held him back I don't wonder he was pleased and proud I spoiled my gloves clapping and quite forgot my dislike of seeing women on platforms she was so earnest and unconscious and sweet after the first moment has he said anything to you dear no and I guess why the kind boy thinks it would make me unhappy it wouldn't but I know his ways so I wait him it must no girl in her senses would refuse our John though he isn't rich never well be Daisy I've been longing to tell you what he did with his money he told me last night and I've had no time since to tell you he sent poor young Barton to the hospital and kept him there till his eyes were saved a costly thing to do but the man can work now and care for his old parents he was in despair sick and poor and too proud to beg and our dear boy founded out and took every penny he had and never told even his mother till she made him Alice did not hear what Daisy answered for she was busy with her own emotions happy ones now to judge from the smile that Sean in her eyes and the decided gesture with which she put the little bud in her bosom as if she said he deserves good deed and he shall have it Mrs. Meg was speaking and still of John when she could hear again some people would call it unwise and reckless when John was so little but I think his first investment is safe and good one for he who giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord and I was so pleased and proud I wouldn't spoil it by offering him a penny it is his having nothing to offer that keeps him silent I think he is so honest he won't ask till he has much to give but he forgets that love is everything I know he's rich in that I see and feel it and any woman should be glad to get it right dear I feel just so and was willing to work and wait with and for my John so she will be and I hope they will find it out but she is so and good I'm afraid she won't let herself be happy you would like it mother heartily for a better nobler girl doesn't live she is all I want for my son and I don't mean to lose the dear brave creature if I can help it her heart is big enough for both love and duty and they can wait more happily if they do it together for wait they must of course I'm so glad his choice suits and he is spared the saddest sort of disappointment Daisy's voice broke there and a sudden rustle followed by a soft murmur seemed to tell that she was in her mother's arms seeking and finding comfort there Alice heard no more and shut her window with a guilty feeling but a shining face for the proverb about listeners failed here and she had learned more than she dared to hope things seemed to change suddenly she felt that her heart was large enough for both love and duty she knew now that she would be welcomed by mother and sister in the memory of Daisy's less happy fate Nat's weary probation the long delay and possible separation forever all came before her so vividly that prudence seemed cruelty self sacrifice sentimental folly and anything but the whole truth disloyalty to her lover she thought thus the half-blown rose went to join the bud and then after a pause she slowly kissed the perfect rose and added it to the tell-tale group saying to herself with a sort of sweet solemnity as if the words were a vow I'll love and work and wait with and for my John it was well for her that Demi was absent when she stole down to join the guests who soon began to flow through the house in a dream the new brightness which touched her usually thoughtful face was easily explained by the congratulations she received as orator and the slight agitation observable when a fresh batch of gentlemen approached soon past as none of them noticed the flowers she wore over a very happy heart Demi, meantime was escorting certain venerable personages about the college and helping his grandfather gain them with discussion of the Socratic method of instruction Pythagoras, Pestillosi Frobal and the rest whom he devoutly wished at the bottom of the Red Sea and no wonder for his head and his heart were full of love and roses, hopes and fears he piloted the potent grave and revenged seniors safely down to Plumfield at last and landed them before his uncle and Aunt Bear who were receiving in state light in all men and things, the other suffering martyrdom with a smile as she stood shaking hand after hand and affecting utter unconsciousness of the sad fact that ponderous Professor Plock had camped upon the train of her state and festival velvet gown with a long sigh of relief Demi glanced about him for the beloved girl most persons would have looked sometime before any particular angel could be discovered among the white-robed throng in parlours hall and study but as I went, like the needle to the pole to the corner where a smooth dark head with its braided crown rose like a queen's he thought above the crowd which surrounded her yes, she has a flower at her throat one two, oh, blessed sight he saw it all across the room and gave a rapturous sigh which caused Miss Perry's frizzled crop to wave with a sudden gust he did not see the rose for it was hidden by the fold of lace and it was well, perhaps, that bliss came by instalments or he might have electrified the assembled multitude by flying to his idol there being no daisy to clutch him by the coattail a stout lady thirsting for information seized at that thrilling moment was forced to point out celebrities with assainly patience which deserved a better reward than it received for a certain absence of mind and incoherence of speech at times caused the ungrateful dowager to whisper to the first friend she met after he had escaped I saw no wine at any of the spreads but it is plain that young Brooke has had too much quite gentlemanly but evidently a trifle intoxicated, my dear ah so he was but with a diviner wine than any that ever sparkled at a class day lunch though many collegians know the taste of it and when the old lady was disposed of he gladly turned to find the young one bent on having a single word he saw her standing by the piano now idly turning over music as she talked with several gentlemen hiding his impatience under an air of scholastic repose Demi hovered near ready to advance when the happy moment came wondering meantime why elderly persons persisted in absorbing young ones instead of sensibly sitting in corners with their contemporaries the elderly persons in question retired at length but only to be replaced by two impetuous youths who begged Miss Heath to accompany them to Parnassus and join the dance Demi thirsted for their blood but was appeased by hearing George and Dolly say as they lingered a moment after her refusal really you know I'm quite converted to coeducation and almost wish I'd remained here it gives a grace to study a sort of relish even to Greek to see charming girls at it said stuffy who found the feast of learning so dry any sauce was welcome and he felt as if he had discovered a new one yes by Jove you'll have to look out or you'll carry off all the honors you were superb today and held us all like magic though it was so hot there I really think I couldn't have stood it for anyone else added Dolly laboring to be gallant and really offering a touching proof of devotion for the heat melted his collar took the curl out of his hair and ruined his gloves there is room for all and if you will leave us the books we will cheerfully yield the baseball flirting which seemed to be the branches you prefer answered Alice sweetly ah now you are too hard upon us we can't grind all the time and you ladies don't seem to mind taking a turn at the two latter branches you mention returned Dolly with a glance at George which plainly said I had her there some of us do in our first years later we give up childish things you see don't let me keep you from pernausis smiling gnaw dismissed them smarting under the bitter consciousness of youth you got it there doll better not try to fence with these superior girls sure to be routed horse foot and dragoons said stuffy lumbering away somewhat cross with too many spreads so doos sarcastic don't believe she's much older than we are girls grow up quicker so she needn't put on airs and talk like a grandmother mother Dolly feeling that he had sacrificed his kids upon the altar of an ungrateful palas come along and let's find something to eat I'm faint with so much talking old Plock cornered me and made my head spin with Kent and Hegel and that lot I promised Dora West I'd give her a turn must look her up she's a jolly little thing and doesn't bother about anything but keeping in step in her arms the boys strolled away leaving Alice to read music as diligently as if society had indeed no charms for her as she bent to turn a page the eager young man behind the piano saw the rose and was struck speechless with delight a moment he gazed then hastened to seize the coveted place before a new detachment of bores arrived Alice I can't believe it did you understand you murmured to me bending as if he too read the song not a note or word of which did he see however hush not now I understood we are too young we must wait but I'm very proud and happy John what would have happened after that tender whisper I trembled to think if Tom Bangs had not come bustling up with a cheerful remark music? just the thing people are thinning out and we all want a little refreshment my brain fairly reels with the oligies and isms I've heard discussed tonight yes give us this sweet thing scotch songs are always charming to me glowered but the obtuse boy never saw it and Alice feeling that this would be a safe vent for sundry unruly emotions sat down at once and sang the song which gave her answer better than she could have done bide a we the pure old folk at home you mind are frail and failing Sare and will I can they'd miss me lad get I come home nemer the grist is out the times are hard the kind are only three I cannot leave the old folk now we'd better bide a we I fear me Sare they're failing bath for when I sit apart they talk oh heaven so earnestly it well nigh breaks my heart so laddie did not urge me now I surely when I be I cannot leave the old folk yet we'd better bide a we the room was very still before the first verse ended and Alice skipped the next fearing she could not get through for John's eyes were on her showing that he knew she sang for him and let the plaintiff little ballad tell what her reply must be he took it as she meant it and smiled at her so happily that her heart got the better of her voice and she rose abruptly saying something about the heat yes you are tired come out and rest my dearest and with the masterful air to me took her into the starlight leaving Tom to stare after them as the skyrocket had suddenly gone off under his nose bless my soul the deacon really meant business last summer and never told me won't Dora laugh and Tom departed in hot haste to impart an exalt over his discovery what was said in the garden was never exactly known but the brook family sat up very late that night and any curious eye at the window would have seen to me much of his womankind as he told his little romance Josie took great credit to herself in the matter insisting that she had made the match Daisy was full of the sweetest sympathy and joy and Mrs. Meg so happy that when Joe had gone to dream of bridal veils and Demi sat in his room blissfully playing the air of by-de-wee she had her talk about Nat ending with her arms round her dutiful daughter and these welcome words is her reward wait till Nat comes home and then my good girl shall wear white roses too End of Chapter 19 Chapter 20 of Joe's Boys This is a LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Joe's Boys by Louisa May Elcott Chapter 20 Life for Life The summer days that followed were full of rest and pleasure for young and old as they did the honors of Plumfield to their happy guests while Franz and Emile were busy with the affairs of Uncle Herman and Captain Hardy Mary and Emile made friends everywhere for though very unlike both were excellent and charming girls Mrs. Meg and Daisy found the German bride a house for after their own hearts and had delightful times learning new dishes hearing about the semi-yearly washes learning room at Hamburg or discussing domestic life in all its branches Lin-Mia not only taught but learned many things and went home with many new and useful ideas in her blonde head Mary had seen so much of the world that she was unusually lively for an English girl while her various accomplishments made her a most agreeable companion much good sense gave her blast and the late experiences of danger and happiness added a sweet gravity at times which contrasted well with her natural gaiety Mrs. Joe was quite satisfied with Emile's choice and felt sure this true and tender pilot would bring him safe to port through fair or stormy weather she had feared that Franz would settle down into a comfortable money-making burger and be content with that but she soon saw that his love of music and this class of Lin-Mila put much poetry into his busy life and kept it from being too prosaic so she felt at rest about these boys and enjoyed their visit with real maternal satisfaction partying with them in September most regretfully yet hopefully as they sailed away to the new life that lay before them Demi's engagement was confided to the immediate family only as both were pronounced too young to do anything but love and wait they were so happy that time seemed to stand still for them and after a blissful week they parted bravely Alice to home duties with a hope that sustained and cheered her through many trials and down to his business full of a new art which made all things possible and the reward was offered Daisy rejoiced over them and was never tired of hearing her brother's plans for the future her own hope soon made her what she used to be a cheery busy creature with a smile, kind word and helping hand for all and as she went singing about the house again her mother felt that the right remedy for past sadness had been found the dear Pelican still had doubts and fears but kept them wisely to herself preparing sundry searching tests to be applied when Nat came home and keeping a sharp eye on the ladders from London for some mysterious hint had flown across the sea and Daisy's content seemed reflected in Nat's present cheerful state of mind having passed through the Werther period and tried a little Faust of which experience he spoke to his margarite as if it had included an acquaintance with Mr. Feliz, Blacksburg and Arbok's wine cellar he now felt that he was a willow-meister serving his apprenticeship to the great masters of life as she knew the truth of his small sins and honest repentance Daisy only smiled at the mixture of love and philosophy he sent her knowing that it was impossible for a young man to live in Germany without catching the German spirit his heart is all right and his head will soon go clear when he gets out of the fog of tobacco beer and metaphysics he's been living in England will wake up as common sense and good salt air blow his little follies all away said Mrs. Joe much pleased with the good prospects of her violinist whose return was delayed till spring to his private regret but professional advancement Josie had a month with Miss Cameron at the seaside and threw herself so heartily into the lesson given her that her energy, promise, and patience laid the foundation of a friendship which was of infinite value to her in the busy brilliant years to come for little Joe's instincts were right and the dramatic talent of the marches was to blossom by and by into an actress virtuous and beloved Tom and his Dora were a peacefully ambly and alter word for bank senior was so afraid his son would change his mind again and try a third profession that he gladly consented to an early marriage as a sort of anchor to hold the mercurial Thomas fast aforesaid Thomas could not complain of cold shoulders now for Dora was the most devoted and adoring little mate and made life so pleasant to him that his gift for getting into scrap seemed almost lost and he bade fair to become a thriving man with undeniable talent for the business he had chosen we shall be married in the autumn and live with my father for a while the governor is getting on you know and my wife and I must look after him later we shall have an establishment of our own was a favorite speech of his about this time and usually received his smiles for the idea of Tommy Banks as the head of an establishment was irresistibly funny to all who knew him things were in this flourishing condition and Mrs. Joe is beginning to think her trials were over for that year and the excitement came several postcards had arrived at long intervals from Dan who gave them care of M. Mason et cetera as his address by this means he was able to gratify his longings for home news and to send brief messages to quiet their surprise at his delay in settling the last one which came in September was dated Montana and simply said here at last try and mine again but not going to stay long all sorts of luck what the farm idea tell plans soon well busy and very happy DK if they had known with the heavy dash under happy meant that postal would have been a very eloquent bit of paste board for Dan was free and had gone straight away to the liberty he panted for meeting an old friend by accident he obliged him at a pinch by acting as an overseer for time finding the society of even rough miners very sweet and something in the muscular work wonderfully pleasant after being cooped up in the brush shop so long he left to take a pic and wrestle with rock and earth till he was weary which is very soon for that year of captivity had told upon a splendid physique he longed to go home but waited week after week to get the prison taint off him and the haggard look out of his face meanwhile he made friends with masters and men and as no one knew his story he took his place again in the world gratefully and gladly with little pride now and no plans but to do some good somewhere and to face the past Mrs. Joe was having a gland clearing out of her desk on October day while the rain poured outside and peace rained at her mansion coming across the postals she pondered over them and then put them carefully away in the drawer labeled boys letters saying to herself as she bundled 11 requests for autographs into the waste paper basket it is quite time for another card unless he's coming to tell his plans I'm really curious to know what he has been about all this year and how he's getting on now that last wish was granted within an hour for Ted came rushing in with the newspaper in one hand a collapsed umbrella in the other and a face full of excitement announcing all in one breathless jumble mine came in 20 men showed up no way out wives crying water rising day knew the old shaft risked his life got him out most killed the paper's full of it I knew he'd be a hero hurry for old Dan what where when stop roaring and let me read commanded his mother entirely bewildered relinquishing the paper Ted allowed her to read for herself with frequent interruptions from him and Rob who soon followed eager for the tale it was nothing new but courage and devotion always stirred generous hearts and went admiration the account was both graphic and enthusiastic and the name of Daniel Keane the brave man who saved the lives of others at the risk of his own was on many lips that day very proud with the faces of these friends as they read how they are Dan was the only one who in the first panic of the accident remember the old shaft that led into the mine walled up but the only hope of escape if the men could be got out before the rising water drowned them how he was lowered down alone telling the others to keep back till he saw if it was safe how he heard the poor fellows picking desperately for their lives on the other side and by knocks and calls guided them to the right spot then headed the rescue party and working like a hero got the men out in time on being drawn up last of all the worn-rope broke and he had a terrible fall being much hurt but was still alive how the grateful women kissed his blackened face in bloody hands as the men borne away in triumph and the owners of the mine promised a handsome reward if you literally see it he must live he shall and come home to be nearest as soon as he can stir if I go and bring him myself I always knew he'd do something fine and brave if he didn't get shot or hung for some wild prank instead cried Mrs. Joe much excited do go and take me with you mom I ought to be the one Dan still fond of me and I of him began Ted feeling that this would be an expedition after his own heart before his mother could reply Mr. Laurie came in with almost as much noise and flurry as Teddy the second exclaiming as a way of the evening paper seen the news Joe what do you think should I go off at once and see after that brave boy I wish you would but the thing may not be at all true rumor lies so perhaps a few hours will bring an entirely new version of the story I've telephoned Demi for all he can find out and if it's true I'll go at once should like the trip if he's able I'll bring him home if not I'll stay and see to him he'll pull through Dan will never die of a fall on his head he's got nine lives and not lost half of them yet if you go uncle may I go with you I'm just spoiling for a journey and it would be such luck to go out there with you and see the mines and Dan and he'll all about it and help I can nurse can't I Rob? cried Teddy in his most weevil some tones pretty well but if mother can't spare you I'm ready if uncle needs anyone answered Rob in his quiet way looking much fitter for the tripped and excitable Ted I can't spare either of you my boys get into trouble unless they keep them close at home I've no right to hold the others but I won't let you out of my sight or something will happen never saw such a year with wrecks and weddings and floods and engagement and every sort of catastrophe exclaimed Mrs. Joe if you're dealing girls and boys you must expect this sort of thing ma'am the worst is over I hope till these lads begin to go off by you for you'll need every kind of support and comfort especially if Ted bolts early laughed Mr. Laurie enjoying her lamentations I don't think anything can surprise me now but I am anxious about Dan and feel that someone had better go to him it's a rough place out there and he may need careful nursing poor lad he seemed to get a good many hard knocks but perhaps he needs them as a mellowing process as Hannah used to say we shall hear from dummy before long and then I'll be off with which cheerful promise Mr. Laurie departed and Ted finding his mother firm soon followed to coax his uncle to take him further inquiry confirmed and added interest to the news Mr. Laurie was off at once and Ted went into town with him still vainly imploring to be taken to his Dan he was absent all day but his mother said calmly only a fit of the sulks because he was thwarted he's safe with Tom or Demi and will come home hungry and meek at night I know him but she soon found that she could still be surprised for evening brought no Ted and no one had seen him Mr. Beer was just setting off to find his lost son when a telegram arrived they did it at one of the way stations on Mr. Laurie's route found Ted in the cars take him along right tomorrow T. Lawrence Ted bolted sooner than you expected mother never mind he had a good care of him and Dan be very glad to see him said Rob as Mrs. Josette trying to realize that her youngest was actually on his way to the Wild West disobedient boy he should be severely punished if I ever get him again Laurie winked at this prick I know he did just like him won't the two rascals have a splendid time wish I was with them don't believe that crazy boy took even a nightgown with him or an overcoat well there will be two patients for us to nurse those reckless express trains always go down precipices and burn up or telescope oh my Ted my precious boy how can I let him go so far away from me and mother like Mrs. Joe forgot that in testisement and tender lamentations over the happy scape grace now whizzing across the continent in high feather the success of his first revolt Mr. Laurie was much to me as to his insisting that those words when Ted bolts put the idea into his head and therefore the responsibility rested upon his shoulders he assumed it kindly from the moment he came upon the runaway asleep in a car with no visible luggage but a bottle of wine for Dan and a blacking brush for himself and as Mrs. Joe suspected the two rascals did have a splendid time penance and letters arrived in due season and the irate parents soon forgot to chime in their anxiety about Dan who was very ill and did not know his friends for several days then he began to mend and everyone forgave the bad boy when he proudly reported that the first conscious words Dan said were hello Ted with a smile of pleasure at seeing a familiar face bent over him glad he went and I won't scold anymore now what shall we put in a box for Dan and Mrs. Joe worked out for impatience to get hold of the invalid by sending comforts enough for a hospital cheering accounts soon began to come and at length Dan was pronounced able to travel but seemed in no haste to go home though never tired of hearing his nurses talk of it Dan is strangely altered wrote Lori to Joe not by this illness alone but by something which has evidently gone before I don't know what and leave you to ask but from his ravings when delirious I fear he has been in some serious trouble this past year he seems ten years older but improved, quieter and so grateful to us it is pathetic to see the hunger in his eyes as they rest on Ted as if he couldn't see enough of him he says Kansas was a failure but can't talk much so I bide my time the people here love him very much and he cares for that sort of thing now used to score in any show of emotion you know now he wants everyone to think well of him and can't do enough to win affection and respect I may be all wrong you will soon find out Ted is in Clover and the trip is done and the world is good let me take him to Europe when we go apron strings don't agree with him any better than they did with me when I proposed to run away to Washington with you some century ago aren't you sorry you didn't this private letter sent Mrs. Joe's lively fancy and affirmant and she imagined every known crime affliction and complication which could have possibly befallen Dan he was too feeble to be worried with questions now but she promised herself most interesting revelations when she got him safe at home for the firebrand was her most interesting boy she begged him to come and spent more time in composing a letter that should bring him than she did over the most thrilling episodes in her works no one but Dan saw the letter but it did bring him and one November day Mr. Larry helped a feeble man out of a carriage at the door of Plumfield and Mother Bear received a wanderer like a recovered son while Ted in a disreputable looking hat and an astonishing pair of boots performed a sort of war dance around the interesting group right upstairs and rest I'm nurse now and this ghost must eat before he talks to anyone commanded Mrs. Joe trying not to show how shocked he was at this shorn and shaven gaunt and pallid shadow of the stalwart man she parted with he was quite content to obey and lay on the long lounge in the room prepared for him looking about as tranquilly as a sick child restored to its own nursery in mother's arms while his new nurse fattened and refreshed him bravely controlling the questions that burned upon her tongue being weak and weary he soon fell asleep and then she stole away to enjoy the society of the rascals whom she scolded and petted pumped in praise to her heart's content Joe I think Dan has committed some crime and suffered for it said Mr. Larry when Ted had departed to show his boots and tell glowing tales of the dangers and delights of the miner's life to his mates some terrible experiences come to the lad and broken his spirit he was quite out of his head when we arrived and I took the watching so I heard more of those sad wanderings than anyone else he talked of the warden some trail a dead man and Blair and Mason and would keep offering me his hand asking me if I would take it and forgive him once when he was very wild I held his arms and he quieted in a moment imploring me not to put the handcuffs on I declare it was quite awful sometimes to hear him deny a talk of old plum in you and beg to be let out to go home and die he isn't going to die but live to repent of anything he may have done so don't harrow me up with these dark hints, Teddy I don't care if he's broken the ten commandments I'll stand by him and so will you and we'll set him on his feet and make a good man of him yet I know he's not spoiled by the look in his poor face don't say a word to anyone and I'll have the truth before long answered Mrs. Joe and the boy though much afflicted by what she had heard for some days Dan rested and saw a few people then good care cheer for surroundings and the comfort of being at home began to tell and he seemed more like himself though still very silent as to his late experiences pleading the doctor's orders not to talk much everyone wanted to see him but he shrank from any but old friends and wouldn't lion eyes worth it sent Ted said and gave his brave Dan wasn't a man there who wouldn't have done the same so I make a row over me asked the hero feeling more ashamed than proud of the broken arm which looks so interesting in a sling but isn't it pleasant to think that you saved twenty lives Dan and gave husbands, sons, and fathers back to the women who loved them as Mrs. Joe won evening as they were alone together after several callers have been sent away pleasant, it's all that's kept me alive yes, I'd rather have done it than be made president or any other big bug in the world no one knows what a comfort it is to think I saved twenty men to more than pay for it there Dan stopped short having evidently spoken out of some strong emotion to which his hero had no key I thought you'd feel so it is a splendid thing to save life at the risk of one own as you did and nearly lose it began Mrs. Joe's wishing he had gone on with an impulsive speech which is so like his old manner he that loses his life shall gain it but her Dan staring at the cheerful fire which lighted the room and shone on his thin face with a ready glow Mrs. Joe was so startled at hearing such words from his lips that she exclaimed joyfully then you did read the little book I gave you and kept your promise I read it a good deal after a while I don't know much yet but I'm ready to learn it's everything oh my dear tell me about it I know something lies heavy on your heart let me help you bear it and so make the burden lighter I know it would I want to tell but some things even you couldn't forgive and if you let go of me I'm afraid I can't keep afloat mothers can't forgive anything tell me all and be sure that I will never let you go though the whole world should turn from you I've only wasted hands in both of hers and held it fast waiting silently till that sustaining touch warmed Ford Ann's heart and gave him courage to speak sitting in his old attitude with his head in his hands he slowly told it all never once looking up until the last words left to slips now you know can you forgive a murderer and keep a jailbird in your house her only answer was to put her arms about him and lay the shorn head on her breast with eyes so full of tears they could but dimly see the hope and fear that made his own so tragical this is better than any words and poor Dan clung to her in speechless gratitude feeling the blessedness of mother love the divine gift which comforts purifies and strengthens all his secret two or three great bitter drops were hidden in a little woolen shawl where Dan's cheek rested and no one ever knew how soft and comfortable it felt to him he had known so long suffering of both mind and body had broken will and pride and the lifted burden brought such a sense of relief that he paused a moment to enjoy it in dumb delight my poor boy how you have suffered all this year when we thought you free as air why didn't you tell us Dan and let us help you did you doubt your friends asked Mrs. Joe for getting all other emotions and sympathy as she lifted up the hidden face and looked reproachfully into the great hollow eyes that met her own frankly now I was ashamed I tried to bear it alone rather than shock and disappoint you as I know I have but you try not to show it don't mind I must get used to it and Dan's eyes dropped again as if they could not bear to see the trouble and dismay his confession painted on his best friend's face I am shocked and disappointed by the sin but I am also very glad and proud and grateful that he has repented atoned and is ready to profit by the bitter lesson no one but Fritz and Laurie need ever know the truth we owe it to them and they will feel as I do answered Mrs. Joe wisely thinking that entire frankness would be a better tonic than too much sympathy no they won't men never forgive like women but it's right please tell them for me and get it over Mr. Lawrence knows it I guess I blabbed when my wits were gone they were very kind all the same I can bear their knowing but not Ted and the girls Dan clutched her arm with such an imploring face that she hastened to assure him that no one should know except the two old friends and he calmed down as if ashamed of his son in panic it wasn't murder mind you it was in self-defense he drew first and I had to hit him didn't mean to kill him but it doesn't worry me as much as it ought I'm afraid I've more than paid for it my mask goes better out of the world than in it showing boys the way to hell yes I know you think that's awful in me but I can't help it I hate a scamp as I do a skulking coyote and I always want to get a shot at him perhaps it would have been better if he had killed me my life is spoiled all the prison glooms seem to settle like a black cloud on Dan's face as he spoke and Mrs. Joe is frightened at the glimpse that gave her of the fire through which he had passed to come out alive but scarred of his life hoping to turn his mind to happier things she said cheerfully no it isn't you have learned to value it more and use it better for this trial it is not a lost year but one that may prove the most helpful of any you ever knew try to think so and begin again we will help and have all the more confidence in you for this failure we all do the same and struggle on I never can be what I was I feel about 60 and don't care for anything now I've got here I might climb on my legs then I'll clear out and never trouble you anymore said Dan despondently you are weak and low in your mind that will pass and by and by you will go on to your missionary work among the Indians with all the old energy and the new patience self-control and knowledge you have gained tell me more about that good chaplain and Mary Mason and the lady whose chance word helped you so much I want to know all about the trials of my poor boy one by her tender interest Dan brightened up and talked on till he had poured out all the story of that bitter year and felt better for the load he lifted off if he had known how it weighed upon his hearer's heart he would have held his peace but she hid her sorrow till she had set him to bed comforted and calm then she cried her heart out to the great dismay of Fritz and Laurie till they heard the tale and could mourn with her after which they all cheered up and took counsel together how best to help this worst of all the catastrophes the year had brought them end of chapter 20