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HIS HONOR'S DAUGHTER.
JUDGE FANSHAWE's house and Miss add, with a smile, “ And what should I Hester Campbell's stood side by side on do without that pretty creature to look Pearl avenue, but with a difference. at ?" The Judge's mansion soared upward, The soldier blushed faintly all over like Uhland's Castle by the Sea, and had his face; his mouth, that had been coma lofty portico with fluted pillars and pressed, melted with something sweeter seven stone steps to the sidewalk, and than a smile, and he turned his eyes plate-glass windows of the most impos- quickly away and looked out the wining dimensions. But Miss Hester's dow, to hide the sudden brightness in domicile was narrow, flat-faced, two- them. storied, with one timid little step ad- It was an October gloaming, and as vanced from the street-door, and had he faced the window, Lieutenant Campan air of not wishing to intrude, and bell looked across the narrow side-street of being on the point of getting itself that separated them from the next out of the way, if only people wouldn't house, and saw a charming group, look.
framed in a living sculpture of wind“They seem resolved that I shall go,” tossed woodbine, surrounding the lithe consumptive little spinster sighed. brary window opposite. A shaded “I am offered mints of money for my lamp hung from the chandelier, and estate; and when I refuse, am elbowed threw a circle of brilliant light into the by brown stone, clawed at by iron rails centre of the room. In the midst of ings, and glared at by great windows, that light, painted, as it were, in strong till I feel like little Red Riding-Hood be- relief, like one of those old pictures we fore the wolf, and expect every moment see on a background of gold, sat Judge to see a pair of wide jaws open, and eat Fanshawe and his daughter, & slim, me up quite. The very horses paw at bright girl of nineteen, both reading my sidewalk when they are drawn up from the same book. Rose had drawn in front of it, and the coachmen say a tabouret close to her father's side, and things to each other, and point at me leaned on the arm of his chair, turning with their thumbs. (I wonder why it the leaves as they read, and his hand seems more ignominious to be pointed rested on her shoulder. The same beam at with the thumb than in any other of light that made his forehead look way?) But transplanting would kill marble-white, and glimmered on his me, laddie. I must live out my little eye-glasses, slipped lower, dropped a time here in my childhood's home. crinkled gilding in her dark hair, and When I am gone, you can do as you showed her brow, fair as a lily. The please."
dark blue of her dress lay soft, fold on The person addressed as -- Jaddie " fold, against the red of his dressingwas a stalwart young man of twenty- gown, which seemed to have stained seven years at least, with a fine, spirited her blooming cheeks. Miss Hester had, face, blue eyes that saved his mouth a with good reason, called Rose Fanshawe good deal of talking, and thick tawny " that pretty creature.” hair that fell into separate locks like The book they read must have been plumes-Lieutenant Donald Campbell, amusing, for all the time a smile played Miss Hester's cousin and heir.
around the Judge's lips, and now and Seeing this gentleman look at her then Rose glanced in his face and with a Scotch mist in his eyes, the little laughed. lady made haste to brighten up, and As the young man gazed lingeringly at them, the readers both looked up, all there? Fancy the widows, the orthen rose to meet a visitor who came plans, the overworked fathers of famitoward them from the shadows sur- lies, the teachers, shop-girls, factoryrounding their golden medallion. girls, sewing-girls—all the toiling crowd
Lieutenant Campbell pulled the cur- who had stinted themselves in the prestain down with a snap, then lighted the ent for the sake of laying away somegas and drew his cousin's chair round thing against a rainy day. You may be before the fire, standing behind her a sure that they had pale faces and wild moment, leaning on the chair-back, eyes and heavy hearts as that stock while she looked uneasily into the came down. Hold on,' Blentdayir transparent violet flicker in the grate. said ; 'it must come up again.' I supThen he came forward to the chimney- pose some of 'em did hold on as long corner, and stood there, very erect, with as they could, or dared ; but finally his hands behind him. Hester,” he there was a panic. The poor wretches said, “I am not yet thirty years of rushed to sell, and save at least a little, age; but I am a very old-fashioned fel- and Mr. Francis Grey bought up all low."
that he could get, and wished for more. There was no apparent reason why A few of the initiated snapped up the the young man should find this a very rest. Then there was a pause. Blentirritating fact, but his eyes flashed as davir wept with one eye, and with the he spoke. “I am so old-fashioned as other exchanged a wink with his master to hate a swindler, and to be angry of the cloyen foot. when I see respectable people welcome "Probably Grey wasn't quite easy for him;" he went on, excitedly. “Do a while. But in the fulness of time it you know how that fellow got rich ?" was perceived that the stock, having
Miss Hester looked up wistfully into reached its zero, was creeping up again her cousin's face, knowing full well the by quarter cents and half cents, a step real cause of his anger.
“Mr. Francis and a halt, a step and a balt. Then the Grey, you mean?” she asked. “Is he steps grew firmer, by cents and fives. rich ?"
You know how such things go. “I told “Rich ? he is a Midas, ears and all. you so !! Blentdayir said to the hungry I know his history. Five years ago his ones, rubbing his hands. They didn't father died and left him with expensive rub their hands. The mercury was out tastes, no profession, and ten thousand of their thermometers, and the bubbles dollars-imminent beggary, of course,
burst. for a man like him. What to do? His “ Now there was a dignified percenteye fell upon Blentdavir, the arch-nurse age; then a sudden rise to somewhere of stocks :
among the nineties. Grey sold out, and
found himself the owner of a decent And now they go up, up, up, And now they go down, down, downy.'
fortune. But the gambling spirit was
up in him. He speculated in this and “Blentdavir was a relative, and felt that-not honestly, but taking advanobliged to give him a lift. He gave it tage of men's necessities—and every in the way of a whisper in Grey's ear, thing he touched turned to gold for "Wh sto gets down to 23, buy all him. He is rich, and growing richer, you can get.' Verbum sat sapienti. The and he bids fair to become a power in fellow took heart, and set himself to the land. Business men look at him watch and wait. Before long it was with wonder; and, blinded by his suchinted that Blentdavir's stock was get- cess, forget how it was won. But, Hesting a little weak. Then it began to ter, I call him a swindler ! " sink slowly. Do you know what that While finishing his story, Donald means, Hester ? Can you fancy how Campbell had come out of his corner the news was received by hundreds and and walked up and down the room two thousands who had invested their little or three times. He took another turn
in silence, then came back to lean on him come home in the afternoon, note the mantel-piece.
how his step quickened as he neared “I am a wretch," he said, trying to his own house, and how his face brightlaugh off his excitement. “I have dis- ened as he glanced eagerly up at the tressed you. But see, now! I am as windows. Then one could see him mild as a May morning.”
smile toward the door, and put the She smiled tenderly on him-her sole latch-key back into his pocket ; see a remaining tie to earth. She would slippered foot and the hem of a dress have been lonely indeed, lacking Don- beyond the pillars of the vestibule, and, ald. “Keep your May-morning temper, perhaps, hear some such greeting as laddie,” she said. “Let no man rob this called out in a clear, girlish voice, you of that, though he were a thou- “Welcome home, dear! And how does sand times a swindler."
your honor do ?" He looked at her kindly.
A momept later they might be seen “Besides," she added, dropping her entering the library, arm in arm; when, glance to the fire again, “I don't be- as likely as not, Rose would find it lieve that he can rob you of any thing necessary to re-arrange her father's crawhich is necessary to your happiness." vat, or smooth the wrinkles out of his
forehead, or set him to rights in some other equally important respect, chat
tering, all the time, without ceasing. Miss Campbell was, as has been said, “And if what she says were wiser an invalid. She saw nothing of the than the wisdom of Solomon, and more world except what was visible through poetical than all the poets, he could not her windows; and one of her chief look better pleased,” thinks Miss Hespleasures was to watch Rose Fanshawe. ter. Rose was her widowed father's only Let it not for an instant be supposed child, and the supreme mistress of his that Miss Campbell watched her neighhouse and heart. To see her trip down bors slyly, or that her observation was the steps for drive or promenade, or, offensive. She was no such person, and more soberly on Sundays walk off to they knew that she was not, and there church with her father; to see her pre- was a tacit understanding between them side at table, or receive company with on the subject. that naïde, blushing assumption of dig. “ You see, padre mio,” Miss Fanshawe nity; to note the little housewifely airs said, “I like to have the dear little soul she took on herself; to see her, when look over here. It seems to amuse her. dressed for party or opera, parade up Besides, she is perfectly well-bred about and down the long parlor to display it, and shows as much delicacy as frankher toilet to her father and the serv- ness. And I like the pluck she has ants whose smiling faces looked in at shown in that bow-window affair." the door-all this was very pleasant for For, in the face of multiplied importhe lonely little woman across the way. tunities to sell, Miss Campbell had lateIt was pleasant to see Miss Rose, even ly had a bow-window built upon the in her less sunny moods, when some front of her house-& movement at once spoke had slipped into the household aggressive and conciliatory, indicating machinery, perhaps when the careless her determination not to be ousted, but chamber-girl had left the Judge's pil- also her desire to be as ornamental as lows an inch awry, or forgotten a crum- circumstances would allow. pled towel, or put his tooth-brush In this window, the evening after wrong end up.
hearing the story of Mr. Francis Grey's Judge Fanshawe was called a stern fortunes, Miss Campbell sat leaning out man ; but he did not appear to be un- into the soft October night, and watchgrateful for this fond and jealous care. ing the company next door. There had To be sure of that, one had but to see been a dinner-party of gentlemen, in
VOL, VI.- 5
honor of Judge Fanshawe's fiftieth by the jewelled arch of the milky-way, birthday, and though the greater part and swarming with stars. One of the of them were “potent, grave, and rev- gentlemen recited Blanco White's sonerend seigneurs,” the watcher felt a spe- net—“Mysterious Night”—and the othcial interest in looking, for her cousin ers were silent while they stood, and and Mr. Francis Grey were the excep silently, one by one, returned to the tional young men invited to keep their drawing-room. girlish hostess in countenance.
Just inside the window Rose stood “Rose received my laddie very well," holding the curtain-tassel in her hand, commented Miss Hester, to whom the and industriously counting the loops in open windows and curtains gave a full the fringe, while she listened to someview of the rooms. “And no wonder. thing Mr. Francis Grey was saying to Donald's address is pleasing, even with her. She looked up to smile as Lieuthat touch of diffidence he has, since it tenant Campbell passed her, bowing is never awkward. How well his au- lowly, then lowered her eyes and listened burn hair lights up, and what a winning again; but only for a moment. Dropsmile he has, bless him! And now ping the tassel, she turned away, with comes Mr. Grey, as finished and sharp some slow, reluctant word, which the as my scissors. He is handsome in his other had seemed to plead for, cast over way; but I don't like that marble white her shoulder. ness, with black hair. It looks too " You are too late, young man ! ” much like a pen-and-ink portrait of a whispered Miss Hester, delightedly.
A wash of sepia would improve “The Campbells are coming, Oho! him. Besides, he is too polished ; and Dinna ye hear the pibroch ?” that is always a hard substance, I think, wbich takes so good a polish. Now Rose is going to the piano. Oh! why won't somebody stop that organ-grind- A few days after this dinner the com
mercial world had a sensation. Mr. Listening eagerly, she caught the last Francis Grey, having gone up like a stanza of the song :
rocket, came down like a stick. Emboldened by his unexampled success,
he “Sae sweet his voice, sae smooth bis tongue; His breath's like cauler air;
had embarked in a daring speculation, His very fit has music in't,
and had failed. At any earlier period As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again!
of his career recovery would have been And will I hear him speak?
possible; now his ruin was utter. It I'm downricht dizzy with the thoucht:
was not only a loss of money, but of In troth, I'm like to greet."
reputation. The inexorable hand-organ snatched “I am thankful, my dear, that you away the rest, and ground it up. were not engaged to him," Judge Fan
Miss Campbell recollected the story shawe said, after having told his daughof Madame de Staël, who, expecting & ter what had happened. Scottish visitor, seated herself at her Mr. Grey had offered himself to Rose, harp, and greeted his entrance to her and, seeing his chance of a favorable salon with the strains of Lochaber no answer very small, had urged her to
“Grace is the same the world wait a week before deciding. In that over,” she thought. “And & sim- time he hoped to be able to tempt her ple lassie may be as charming as a with a brilliant fortune. queen."
She stood silent a moment beside her After the song was over, some of the father's chair, absently watching him company stepped out into a balcony to lay out, on the table before him, the look at the night, lying in Rembrandt notes of a trial he was studying. “But, light and shade in the streets below, papa, you know I had not absolutely overhead an abyss of darkness, spanned refused him," she said presently.
“He will scarcely give you the chance against Francis Grey, and we have no to do so now," was the reply.
more to do with him. I shall probably “I don't know why he should not,” give him a civil recognition when I she said.
meet him ; but if he has the bad taste Her father paused in his work to give to put himself in your way, I wish you her a glance of surprise.
to take no notice of him. It is well “I pity him very much," she contin known that he was a suitor of yours, ued, her voice not quite steady.
and you cannot be too decided in letJudge Fanshawe took up his papers ting it be seen that the affair is at an again. “Of course you do! Women, end." and especially young women, often do He finished with a short nod, which pity without rhyme or reason. It might in court the lawyers always understood be as well if you should bestow a little to mean that there was no more to be sympathy on those he has ruined.” said on that subject.
There was a lock of hair on the crown “Papa, I pity him very, very much,” of this gentleman's head which had said Rose again. always been a great care to his daugh- Her father dropped his papers, stretchter, in consequence of a tendency it had ed an arm, and drew her round in front to stand up. She absently smoothed it of him. His face wore a startled exdown now, and, since it would not stay, pression. “My dear child,” he said, laid another lock over it.
" is this going to hurt you? Did you “ Would you have condemned him if
mean to accept him ? " he had succeeded, papa ?”
'No, I did not,” she answered quite This question brought a faint color steadily. “But I do not think it right into the Judge's face. “If he had suc- to desert him because every one else ceeded, he would have been able to does. Of course, he has done wrong; meet his liabilities,” he replied evasive, but that isn't what people condemn him ly.
for, or they would have been shocked a “ And now he is not ?"
good while ago. And maybe, papa, if “ Now he is not."
his other ventures had been frowned “People are very angry ? ” she asked, upon, he would not have made this.” piling another lock of hair on to that Judge Fanshawe dropped his daughtroublesome one, which showed signs ter's hand, and drew back with an air of revolt.
of displeasure. “ They are ready to tear him in pie- “ Don't be vexed !” she added hastily. ces, Rose. There are a dozen actions “I can't help thinking, you know; and out against him."
that is the way the affair looks to me." “But he expected to be able to pay, If the Judge had felt that he was on didn't he ? "
lofty and unassailable ground, he might “ Just as I might expect that there have reasoned with his daughter. But will be fine weather a year from to-day. he had already been at some pains to He meant to pay if he could; but the convince himself that he was not a chances were ten to one against him." tardy moralist, and it was mortifying to
“Isn't that the way he has been mak- find that his suspicion was her convicing money all along ?” Rose asked in a tion. “We will drop the subject, if more assured voice, and let her hand you please,” he said coldly, and reslip down to her father's shoulder, sumed his employment. where it pressed.
Rose went to the window, and stood Judge Fanshawe began to suspect there looking out into the early twilight. that he was being rather cleverly cross- “Poor fellow !" she thought, questioned, and he did not like it will he do? Perhaps he will kill him. “ You don't understand these subjects, self. I wish somebody would be good my child,” he said, with a touch of im- to him. But no one will. I'm sure of patience. “Public opinion pronounces that. I haven't lived nineteen years for