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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times, 1892-7-7, Page 6• A WOMAN'SROMANCE. is nervous—clad in a many oolored gar ment which the elaug of the day net inap- •, CHAPTER L pleasure of a few minntes' conversation Gretchen stood beneath the porch gazing with me. I was not aware that we owed into the twilight. There was a porch, but him anything, or that there could be any there' were no blossoming roses to reveal pleaeure to me in conversing with lam, I possibilities of the future in grimy Behnour ccorded the few minutes conversation. Gardens West, Camberwell. People always Teen he—he blazes ! He makes a smite Preferred the additiou of " West." If there ineutal statement that he has long laved ever had been any Belmour Gardens East you from afar, or—or words to that effeet. thet had gradually vanished. Potentates He also throws in a gratuitous rhapsody of Behnour Gardens believed in them, with about your beauty—(your mother's family a belief which N.i,as pathetic in its credulity. are very plain), your dutiful self-sacrifice." To sneering outsiders they were a very Se- ...yes, pai,m, barah of dirty discomfort, organ grinders " I said that your destinies were bonnd and °reeve, sellers, bats and cab mews ; iu up in the great work and that yet could short a wilderness of weary men and wo- not leave me." men, driven by poverty into their dull se- " Andwhat did Arnold say V' elusion and aqualor. The professor drew his dressing gown Grethen gazed after the form going more closely around him. aown the gardens. It was that of her lover " He said that—Oh, it's monstrous 1" —a lover who had just laid his love at her "Never mind, papa. Please tell me." feet What a fairylike, beautiful and. per- "He said they would have to be un - feet world 1 The twilight was tinged with -bound ; that you weren't a book or a meg- crimson and gold. Little shifting lights azine, and that he would not see your 'life shot across the sky. Those shifting lights sacrificed to my selfishness, my vanity, my seemed to Gretchen love's gossamers bound conceit 1 He further stated that love was by aerial sprites to the stars, so that she and of more importance than any chuckle head - her love should be lifted from earth by those ed (he said that) collection of butterflies, Rimy bonds. A romantic reverie, truly, and that he had the -honor to ask me but Gretchen was romantic. for my daughter's hand. I was west - Gretchen put up her hands to the stars as ing your life. I had killed. your they appeared one by one. They spoke to mother and so on, He implied that I was her ‘• they showered down golden Hem ; a mummy, with no human feeling. He golden tears men celled them of old, but would. doubtless have called me an ' Ara - they did. not weep now, they shone soleinn- bian Night' ghoul only he kuows I don't Ly down, and the dewy benison of theuight like rice. I rejoined that he was at liberty serenely enfolded her. to marry you if he could support you, but " Gretchen 1 Gretchen 1" that I could not contribute to the expense " Coming, papa," and she vanished in- of your trousseau that it was my duty to side, to attend to the frequent wants of her afford myself all the luxuries I could in querulous parent. order to keep up to my work. He said " I notice," said the professor, as he toy- • td with a "proof," " I notice a, tendency to .. yes, p up, ,P • day dreams in you, Gretchen. You are "Ile said that even if you came to him sblivious of your responsibilities. You do empty-handed you would be the sweetest not properly realize the privilege of wait- boon ('sweetest boon' was the extravagant ing on me," Be pronounced the last words expression) God could give him. In short, In capital letters, as if it were indeed a priv- I so far forgot my wounded. feeliugs as to !lege for which she could never be too de- allow him to broach the subject to sou. voutly thankful. He wants to marry you in a yeer. I think " I am sorry, papa," Gretchen said meek- he got most of the pleasure out of the eeri- ly, " but-- versation. Have you sent him about his "But," said the prefessor testily "But business ?" me no buts. I noticed on the part of your " N„0. palm" late lamented mother the same deplorable The professor was plainly grieved— endency. (Gretchen could not divine grieved and hurt. "So be it," he said. whether he alluded to "butting" or day " May you never in after life awake with dreams.) A most inconsistent woman. a pang to remember how much I suffer Duly one more 'proof' for her to correct of from badly prepared coffee ; may you never tny 'Butterflies of Greater Britaineand she experience regret aud—and remorse when died. I—I had to do it myself—the 'proof' something recalls to your recollection the [mean," fact that I have trained you to pre - "It was thoughtless of her, papa," said pare dishes contrived with a view to the Gretchen, with the first faint touch of ear- promotion of my studies ; may you—" and teem she had ever allowedherself, "but it he almost wept—" may you never be con - (night have been worse for the book had you scious of the pain occasioned by opportuni- lied." ties wilfully thrown away and—and wasted. " Yes," said the professor, complacently I have no more to say on the subject, save wrapping his dressing gown around him; that th a statue of myself will lack your "it was to say the least, inconsiderate; but- presence. Is supper ready? Let us change we will allow bygones to be bygones and the subject. Nature must be sustained." drop the subject. Sometimes, Gretchen, " But Gretehen did not change the subject. you remind mo of your mother. If," he " Listen to me, papa," oho urged. "Please tontinued, " I might so far unbend myself listen." is to make a combined topographical and aley child!" the professor swept her into tutomological simile, 1 shothl say, Gret- his embrace, "you relent?" :hem that you were—ahem—a 'Camber- well beauty." "No, pain,' said Gretchen firmly. The pro essor relaxed his hold, and with Gretchen did not langn. She had been a significant gesture, cast her forth into brought up on that feeble professional outer darkness. jokelet. "I am only human, papa. Butterflies The professor regarded her more severely, have robbed me of your love. Arnold loves "Your sex," he eaid, in injured tones, me. He says I am more interesting than a leeeileceis emast deplorable lack of humor. thousand butterflies." There never was a great female musician ..Such a statement—is my supper ready?" encl there never will bo a 'Newnan with. any —said the professor —"is only another illus. perception of humor." propriately terms a blazer,' asks for the • sleep immediately. Some half forgotten lines came back to her : "Suclecalm is in m v soulto-night, and all my Ile so dreamlike seems, I have no wish to sieep, tor, (Mite awake, I dream the strangest dreams!" • For an hour she sat thus, with parted lips and shining eyes ; then she slept. --- CHAPTER II. iVith the coining of winter also came die- couragement to Gretchen. The professor was inexorable ; be would not promise Gretchen any money for her trousseau. In the first place, he did not intend to give up one of his customary luxuries, and, in the second, be had been speculating unwisely with his own scanty fends. It seemed a dreadful thing to Gretchen that she should go to her lever in as forlorn a condition as Cinderella before the ball. It vvasn't the things that she cared so, much about, but hidden away in her heart there was a senti- mental regret that she must be married in a plain' traveling dress, lacking those scenic accessories without which no well regulated marriage is supposed to be complete. It hurt her. She didn't quite know how to express her thoughts. Some- how, • in the girl's pure heart was a feeling that her. marriage meant tranalation to a happier sphere, after years ef patientself-denial and unwearying waiting on the professor, From out the dull and murky byways of Belmour Gardens West, Love had come to lift herinto a world of happiness so sweet that she felt she should not enter it in the common garb of everyday life. Marriage meant so much. And that she should lack all these outward symbols of her new life was very bitter. God had given love to her as the crowning reward of a lonely and laborious life. It seemed ungrateful to enter that new life like a little Cinderella creeping away from the ball. To be married in mean attire hurt her te the very soul, But she felt that she could not adequately explain all this to her father ; he would not have understood it. And as for her lover—no, she could not tell him. It was too bitter a subject to broach. Then came the reaction caused by all this worry. Gretchen fell ill. At first she did not notice how thin and pale her cheeks had become. Little dailytasks grew beyond her strength. She could not eat ; elle found herself crying without any ostensible reason. She was very happy and—profoundly mis- erable. One December afternoon the professor en- tered the little dining room, to find Gret- chen stretched on the floor in a dead faint. It awoke new ideas in the professor's mind. "Bless me 1 what's the matter with the girl?' he muttered, with unaccustomed tenderness us he lifted her slight form on the sofa and let his spectacles drop at the back of it. He came back with a big burn- ing roll of brown paper and a saucer of vine- gar and stood looking at Gretchen in uncouth perplexity. "Dear me," he muttered, " what is the correct thing to do? I seem to have a vague idea that you dip one in the other and serve up hot. If you put the paper in the vinegar it goes out so what's the use of lighting it? Perhaps she'd better &Mk it without the added flavor of brown paper. Fortunately for Gretchen she was not compelled to drink the vinegar. She heav- ed a little sigh and the professor wildly •waved brown paper under her nose until she began to cough and sneeze and sit up. "Don't be alarmed," he said. "nu—you won't catch fire. I can ecem put you out if you do. Smell this isn't it pleasam t, but I be- lieve it's the correct thing to smell some- thing inexpressibly nasty under the circum- etences." Poor Gretchen faintly motioned it away and then nearly broke a brood vessel with her coughing. " Try a little vinegar," anxiously suggest- ed the professor, "try a little vinegar. I don't think much of it as a beverage myself although some cheap claret is very much like it, but it may do you good." He quite forget his usual selfishness axle bustled about her with a,great deal of anxiety. "There, there, he said presently, when Gretchen's cough had subsided, "there, there, that's right! You should eat—keep your 'strength up. I'll make you some of my buttered toast—toast fit for an etnpress. That'll pull you through. Or a muffin—a muffin a la Alaric Potts. You won't say no to a muffin, my child!" Gretchen declined the muffin a la Potts. This increased the professor's anxiety. He remembered that Gretchen's appetite had been very capricious lately. "You—you—you, bless my life, girl, you don't eat!" he said. "Of course you—you can't expect to be well if you don't eat. Nothing but the way I eat enables me to keep up to my work." Gretchen stretched out her hand, and the professor, with a pang of remorse, bent over and kissed her. "It—it's good to have you kind to me again, daddy," she murmured dreamily. A sudden pain shot through the profes- sors heart as he penitently shook the antennae -like locks of his forehead. The girl was like her mother before the but- terflies and the professor crushed the life out of her. What if she should go her journey of all days and leave the professor with no one to grumble at ? The professor's spectacles grew moist. He wiped them carefully and put them back in his pocket. After his first surprise was over, he had dived for them beneath the sofa. Women were such irrational beings ; they couldn't reason—except at Girton ; they only love aud put up with hare usage or escape from it by death. By death? The professor re- membered when, long years ago, he sat at the bedside of Gretchen's mother, watching the casement slowly grow a, ". glimmering quare," and how, as the great messenger drew near, vague regret filled his heart, and he realized that he had neglected to water the flower of a woman's love until, little by littleeeit drooped and pined and faded away, a,nd.all that was left of it was a handful of ashes. And even then she hadn't reproached him, but with one last dying effort had thrown her wasted arm around his neck and besought him to deal very tenderly with little Gretchen. And. this was how he had kept his promise, His promise 1 • The rust of years had eaten away his soul and corroded all that was good in it. In pursuing that blind chimer!), that shadow of a dream, that will -o -the - 'wisp, which men call fame, he had ne- glected and cruehed the woman heart in a woman, and was now doing the same with his daughter. What would it avail him at that awful moment which comes to us all, when he sought to free his soul from the guilt of blood? VP couldn't call it murder • men wouldn't recognize it as wicked • but the professor, as one awaken - In the meantime he is compiling a work on ing from a dream, knew what he had done. And the knowledge awoke the sleeping mushrooms,. and in his aneietY to invent manhood of other years, before he had be- More varieties has nearly poisoned himself in tin own importance. He sat by Gretchen's Gretchen after the nearly final orteipldoratpedpeatrothowrbee come EL "Ifish' seelleee egetiet' wrapped uP nseovienrfaailltiihmar.tes!;,hheereiew alteikhatewas fame if it robbedlem of'every n"asteurrvee.colt hthis last experiment no infallible seffe and marked how thin sbe wa thing eiee,? What duty to humanity at test. If sou live, it's a mushroom ; nothing large could be mey leasianity meleeit eight lout an inquest conclusively proves that it tfohrerheimioetaentiyeglalesctitnigeefoare cliitnugaliwteorrk? CbOuuttldt e Lb dr n Cry for Pitcher s Castori4 tration of the mournful ignorance of the "George Eliot?" fearlessly suggested "...lent- masses. What does he know about butteee- then. ee! The professer frowned. "Because she ..A gme,, 4.1„1 papa. I, o•,.. created a clacking puppet =patterns called. "We will consideifeenie'cOnvention end- werePoyser ?" he seed. "No, Gretchen. What ed," said the professor. "Nothing is so in - you doing out there?" and jurious to digestion as recrimination. You Gretchen came gently to her father laid her little hand on his sleeve. "Daddy, have chosen your path. You might have dear," she said, with a suspicious choke in climbed fames topmost pinnacle with me. her voice, "don't be harsh with me temight. Instea.d of which (the professor was quite Not to -night, dad, of all nights. Dad, some- unconscious of plagarism) you go about fall- ing in love. Were it not inconsistent with thing --something has bappenecl to me." The professor stared aghast. "Don't my professional dignity I could weep. But say there's anything wrong with my supper, I have always been an indulgent parent. or that you have been robbed," he pleaded. Love—be married—but never more be a "Dont say that, Gretchen. Is the supper child of my old age. Let us close this—this regretable discussion. There was a poet of safe?" Gretchen smiled ; and laughter struggled my youth who, I am given to understand (I with tears in ler pretty blue eyes. The never read his trash myself), had only to tears pained away as she looked shyly up at place his affections on a dear gazelle (I her father. should have thought that a gazelle was a The professor looked vexed. .../ re- deer) for the eccentric animal in gees - member, he said testily, "when your tion to do something extraordinary and dis- mother irritated me she wore that expres- appointing. I sympathize with him—the sion. Don't. Take it off." poet, not the gazelle. What have we for "Very well, papa." Gretchen sat down, supper ?" waiting to be questioned. Gretchen sighed. In this crisis of her " Where were we ? Oh, I know. I ask- life she had experienced so little help, such ed you why yon were so long at the door. slight encouragement. But the professor That reminds me, Gretchen. Arnold White evidently considered himself extremely ill - waylaid me yesterday with some romantic used ; and he was very selfish. That mon- nonsense about being in love with you. How umental work of his never would be finish - old are you, child ? ' ed • it was the standing joke of what the professor'called a "ribald press." All his " Eighteen, papa." " Old enough to know better. I wasn't days he had been greedy and self-indulgent. in love at that age. What did he say ?" The poor motherless child bad no one to "He has been to me with the same n -non- help her, no one to guide, no one to sustain sense, papa," a little protesting quiver in her. And yet, this great, sweet, wonder - her voice. ful world of love had opened to her sorrow - "Then," said the professor, taking up ing eyes and brightened her whole existence. another "proof," "I may consider the—the How strangely sweet and sweetly strange episode at an end." He said this as if his it was ! Jell the little cares and vexations of beautiful, fair-haired daughter were an in. life had stolen away at love's coming ; all sect whose sensations and emotions had to the dullness, all the squalor almost, of her be classified—an insect belonging to the surroundings ceased to exist in the face of the wonderful fact that Arnold White loved genus mutable. "I think not, papa, if you don't mind," her. No knight was he, in dazzling armor said. Gretchen, softly. and waving plumes ; no conquering hero, "Eh ? What? . But I do mind," snarled lance in hand, and mounted on a prancing the professor. "What's to become of me?" steed ; no errant minstrel he, with golden He flung a bundle of papers from the harp and golden tongue wherewith to sound table and locked fiercely at Gretchen. her praises. He was a city clerk, and yet, Then he drew his dressing gown more to Gretchen's enraptured idea, his pen was With its magic thrust away closely around. him. He gave a prelim- a lame. friary cough. Geetchen drew closer so that crumbled the walls of the castle of solitade, the storm might pass over her head. alid in their place uprose a flower decked " The world," saki the professor, thinks cottage, sweet with trailing honey -suckle, tleee I'm a selfish man because I don't spoil and around the porch of which blossomed pure white lilies. But She could not pet° you. The world, as usual, is wrong. But her knight empty banded, and yet the pro - that is a detail. In spite of all its experience, teaser would not help her. If the professor the world generally is wrong. Here am e, . relented he should have a room within this Alexic Potts, professor. I confer an inestirna cot where he could sit and dream ble benefit on the world by my entomologi- ,fiewerY cal researches; and. the world doesn't rec- the hears away or invent strange dishes. ognize the fact, doesn't even afford it such The professor had really mistaken his sena- slight recognition as is implied by a small tion ; he knew a great deal more about bast - annual gratuity from the pension list. ing than butterflies. From time to time Ground down by age, crushed by poverty, I Gretchen had collected all his recipes, the struggle an with the colossal book which is Professor regarding them as sacred. Butter - to abase the world in dust and ashes. Mark hies were for the world; dinner was his you, I will not complain It has been your daily euerdmi• . wOndrtnaS privilege to assist in this great The prefessorai appetite was not in the O 'work. In the monument which posterity least diminished by the news of his daug- ter's engagement. He ate a hearty supper • will apologetically rear to me (unfortunate- ly I shall not be in a position to decline the mid, like Oliver Twist, asked for more. apology) you :will probably be depicted. sit- Supper over,Gretchen went up to her ting at my feet elad in the uncomfortable little room anwas once more face to face but.pictureeque and cold producing garb of. with the stars. The decayed twice outside ancient Greece --that is, if you keep your the corner Wolk house sang " Only to See hand to the plow. I struggle against over- Her Face Agafiz4 Via voice was rough whelndng odds." and ragged, drink•gerylat the edgeseeente 7. ble away and be forgotten? The pr - Was not much given to poetry, but down an old book and looked out "Oiefinandias"— And on the pedestal these words appear: name is Ozymaialias. Wing ot taupe Look on my works, ye mighty,. and despear: Nothing besides rem:tint, Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, Tho lone and level es tdy stretch far away.' And nothing would become of the pro- fessor's work if he neglected the daties. under his nose and sought to be remembered by his books alone. He gave a slight shiver. Perbape. it might not be too late. Presently Gretchen' awoke. " Please, papa, don't tell Arnold," she said; "it would only frighten him." The professor poured out tea in silence. He had actually prepared it himself. " Why not ?" he asked, as he brought her a bup to the sofa, with a slice of toast made only as the professor could make it. The girl took the tea and toast gratefully. "it is very good of you, daddy. You—you won'b tell Arnold ?" The professor looked at her scrutinizing- ly. " Why don't you want me to tell him ?" "Because it will only make him unhappy, papa. Tho professor put down his cup. "You've got something on your mind," he said, with startling abrubtnees. "It is in—me?" "N—no, papa," "You're not going to—to die ?" "I don't know," said Gretchen. " Nonsense 1" said the professor. " You've got to get married • make your dresses and things ; that oughl to keep you alive. There's the—the young man in the blaz ere His English is not Cheeterfieldian, but he makes the place lively. He's more taste than I thought. Only the other day he told me what a privilege it was to be inti- mately connected with me. He's a very sensible fellow." The girl's face flushed orimeon. Even the professor's purblind eyes noted her sudden accession of coke'. Her pulse gave little leaps and bounds. " So that's it, is it ?" he asked ; it's the things. I thought we should. get at something." " Partly. papa." " Gbod thing I found you out," guoth the professor. " Why collide% you tell me, Gretchen ?" Then he remembered what he had said. " Of course you couldn't. after my being such a bear. Gretchen, I'm—sorry." The professor sat lost in thought. Ile hadn't any money. The girl's delicate scruples filled him with rel orse. Stay—there was one way out of the difficulty ; those dainty dishes invented by himself, and which he had meant to bequeath to the higher intelligence of the nation. He put on his overcoat without once calling for Gretchen to help him. Then he came back end kissed her. " return in an hour," he said. " Try to go to sleep, Gretchen." He went forth into the blustering even- ing. Then he called a hansom. " Reckless extravagance 1" he muttered. " Never mind, friend Bloggs shall pay for it." " Where to, guv'nor?"asked the driver, in the husky tones peculiar to his tribe. " The Megatherium,' Bloomsbury," said elle professor, settling himself in a corner of the cab. Arriving at the " Megatherium," he sought out Bloggs. Come into the library, Bloggs," he said abruptly. Bloggs came into the library. " Look here, Bloggs, you've'been trying all your life to bring out a book on cookery, but you never could get dishes enough." " Pm better at eating 'em than making 'em," said Bloggs, with a sigh. " I'd rather bring out a book on cookery than discover who were really the ten tribes. I once made you an offer for your recipes, professor." " That's what I've come about." " You're not .going to give 'em to the na- tion,_then ?" cried Bloggs, licking his lips. " No. What was it you nffered. me ?" " Fifty pounds ; but I'll make it 70," said Bloggs. " Can't sell my brithright for a mass of pottage," said the professor. " Old Brand- ers (Bloggs' rival) would give me more." " Make it a hundred," said 13loggs, draw- ing out his check book. I'd rather have it in notes." " Very well." Bloggs rang for the club secretary, who obligingly gave mon n exchange for Bloggs' chock. " Where are they ?" chuckled Bloggs. " I.'m to do what I like with them ?" " Of course. Palm them off as your own and achieve undying fame," said the pro- fessor, bitterly, as he produced the bundle of recipes. Bloggs joyously clutched the bundle. Then he noticed that the professor was very pale. " How are the butterflies getting on ?'' he asked. " Oh, very well," indifferently said the professor, I cared more about these than the butterflies." He momentarily buried his face in his hands, ana then placed the latter in the re- gion- of his waistcoat as if all the world would henceforth a hollow mockery. 13loggs looked at him eaviously. " Don't want to seena inquisitive (they had been friends from boyhood) but what induced you • to part with them?" The professor hesitated. "Oh, only a trifle," he said a little un- steadily. "1 muddled. away the money I ought no have saved for my daughter's trousseau. The poor girl was fretting her life about it. This was the only way I could think of to make heramends." Bloggs stared, but he only said, "Good night," and the professor went back to Carnbersiell. • He came in very quietly. Arnold had not. yet arrived. Gretchen was looking better. In his remorseful eagerness, the professor could not stay to take off his coat. He fell on his knees beside the sofa, and fluttered the crisp bank notes into her hands. " There, Gretchen 1" he said. Gretchen gave a happy little cry. '" Papa, papa, _where did you get them ?" My recipes," said the professor, with mournful satisfaction. "I've sold them to that beast Bloggs.' He'll publish them, and be known as a second Brillat•Savarin." But he was unjust to "that beast Bloggs." Bloggs thought the matter over, and when he published the recipes, did so in the pro- fessor's name as well as his own. de- ducted his 100 pounds out of the profits, and sent.en the agreement to the professor, who is now drawing a handsome royalty from it Gretchen looked very sweet and beautiful hiller bridal array. •The little rose:decked bower of her dreams ,became a reality, and Belmour Gardens' knew her no more. It is needless to say that the professor's great Work on butterflies has not•yet • appeared. 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