LITMIR.BIZ

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      "He is my guardian."

      "Why, he is a young man for that. I thought they got elderly men."

      "My father held the same relation to him."

      She was some time taking in the idea, but she said at last, "Oh, I see."

      I took a book from my satchel and began reading; but she did not long permit me to enjoy it; her next remark, however, riveted my attention.

      "I wonder if your name isn't Selwyn."

      "Yes."

      "Deary me, then I have seen your pa and ma long ago at Oaklands; that's the Winthrop's place."

      "Please tell me about them. I never saw them after I was ten years old. I was sent from India, and then they died."

      I spoke with a slight hesitancy, having first to translate my sentences, as I still thought, in German.

      "Well, I wan't much acquainted with 'em. Housemaids ain't in general on friendly terms with the quality, but your ma was so kind to us servants, I've always remembered her. Mrs. Winthrop sot a sight by her."

      "What was that?" I asked, much mystified.

      "Oh, she liked them better'n most."

      "Do you recollect their appearance?"

      "Yes; your father was a soldier-like, handsome looking man, very tall and pretty stern. Your ma minded me of a flower, she was so delicate. They wan't long married then, but my, they was fond of each other! Your father just worshipped her. I heard Mrs. Winthrop say he had a hard time to get her. Your ma's folks didn't want her to marry a soldier. She was an only child, and they lived in England. The Winthrops were English, too, as well as your father."

      It was my turn now to fall into a reverie at the strangeness of circumstances, thus causing me to meet this plain, old body, and learning from her incidents about my own dead parents I might otherwise never have known; besides she told it in such a realistic way that, in some mysterious fashion, like mind reading, I seemed to see it all myself through her clear eyes.

      "Have you many brothers and sisters?"

      "My mother had four children; but the others died in infancy."

      "You look rugged as most young ladies."

      "Do you mean healthy?"

      "Well, yes; you have a clear complexion and rosy cheeks."

      "They were extremely careful of our health at the school where I have been for the last eight years. That was the reason my father sent me there. He had heard how remarkably healthy their pupils were."

      "'Twan't in this country, or you'd speak more nateral like."

      "No, it was in Brussels."

      "Oh, yes; in England, I suppose."

      "No, on the continent of Europe; a city in Belgium, the capital."

      "And you've talked a furrin tongue, then."

      "Yes, several; but the German is the only one I speak quite correctly."

      "Bless your heart, you'll soon talk fast enough in English. Your voice is very sweet; it minds me of your ma's. And it 'pears to me you speak better already."

      I was beaming on the good woman now.

      "Will you remain long in Cavendish?" I ventured on a question or two myself.

      "It'll depend on Dan'el's wife. He wants me to come and live with 'em, but I hain't much hankering for darters-in-law, and I reckon we'd be better friends furder apart. However I'll stay till she gets well; it costs so for hired girls."

      "May I come and see you?" I asked.

      "Bless your dear heart, I'll be proud to have you come."

      "Will you please tell me your name and what street you live on?"

      "Oh, the streets don't amount to much in Cavendish. My name is Betsy Blake; just inquire for Dan'el Blake on the Mill Road; he works in Belcher's steam mill. Laws, how quick the time has gone! I thought for sure I'd be amost scart to death; and I've hardly once thought of getting smashed since I sot down here first; and now we're just into Cavendish."

      I glanced through the window, and my heart throbbed joyously; for there, stretching so far away I could see no further shore, lay the beautiful ocean. No matter now what might be my home in this strange, new country. With my passion for the sea, and it so near, I could not be utterly desolate. To sit on these cliffs, reddening now in the sunset and watch the outgoing tide, sending imaginary messages on the departing waves to far-off shores, would surely, to some extent, deaden the sense of utter isolation from the world of childhood and youth. Mrs. Blake shook my hand warmly, repeating again the invitation to visit her at Daniel's, while she gathered up her huge basket and started for the door with the cars still in motion. I sat watching from the window the groups of people waiting for the incoming train as we stopped at the station. A few carriages were there, but none of them had come for Mrs. Blake. A strong limbed man, with a dejected face, relieved her of the basket and then hurried away, she rapidly following. I felt sorry for them, and was speculating what news Daniel had brought of his sick wife, quite forgetting for the time that I too had need to be astir. The conductor, however, soon reminded me of the fact as he announced briskly that a carriage was in waiting for me.

      "They will send down bye-and-bye for your luggage; it's only a one-seated affair outside."

      I followed him to the carriage; a bright faced young fellow was holding a spirited horse; from his bearing I instantly set him down as something more than a servant.

      "Here, Flaxman, is your charge," the conductor remarked, as he assisted me into the carriage.

      "Miss Selwyn, I presume," the young man said, politely, as he disentangled one hand from the reins to grasp mine. The horse started off on a biasing canter, much to my amusement.

      "You are not afraid, I hope," my companion said, a trifle anxiously.

      "Not afraid, but amused; your horse goes so oddly; but I am not accustomed to their ways." I added, fearing my remark might give offence.

      "Faery and I are very good friends, and understand each other thoroughly; but strangers usually get alarmed."

      My knowledge of quadrupeds was so limited I thought it safest to remain silent.

      Presently we passed the Blakes, I longed to relieve Daniel of his heavy basket; for even he seemed to stagger beneath its weight.

      "I was speaking with that woman on the train. She comes to attend her son's wife, who is sick."

      "Oh, the Blakes, then. She won't have much to do, Dan's wife died to-day; poor beggar, he looks heartbroken."

      "Your wife may be dead some day; then you will know how dreadfully he feels," I said, hotly. The flippant tone in face of such sorrow distressed me. He gave me a merry look as he said: "There are always plenty left to replace the lost ones. A wife is far easier got than a horse; one like Faery, for instance."

      I shut my mouth firmly and turned my head away to watch the white sails idly mirrored, in the still waters, I knew he was furtively watching me, and this alone held back my tears, as I thought of poor Blake's desolate hearthstone, as well as my own heart's loneliness in this wide continent of strangers.

      "Mr. Winthrop regretted being away when you arrived, but he expected us to be kind to you; so we must not quarrel first thing." My companion said, with entire change of tone.

      "I quarrel pretty easily," I stammered, "my temper is very abrupt."

      "Most of us have quick tempers; but, I think, you, at least, have a generous one."

      Then I recollected abrupt was not a very suitable word to couple with temper. Taken altogether, I found this drive home with Faery and her master anything but enjoyable.

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