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It l8 not that I adulate the people • In',TL7l^"" "'' demagogues'enough. And infidels to pull down every steeple And set up in their stead «on.. comn^on stuff. I do not know_I wish men to be free As much from mobs as klngs-from you as me. LoBD Btbou. TORONTO : KOSE PUBLISHING CO. 1884. [AU rights reserved.] CoFTlilGHT, 1884, Bt r. worthington. PRESS Of J. J. LITTLE i CO . Mrs. 10 10 M ASTOH PLACE. NEW YORJ. TO PROFESSOR GOLDWIN SMITH, D.C.I,., I pcbirale ll)is little Sior^i, BT PEBUISSION, AS A TBIDT7TE OF BEBPECT FOB HIS OBEAT BEPCTATION AS AN EMINENT PtTBLICIST, AN ACUTE AKD LIBERAL THINKER, AND A BRILLIANT WRITER, AND AS A TOKEN OF personal estfem and friendship. The Author. 159 W. 4Cth St., New Yobk, Apbil, 1884. ^ ^ T] plea duri: then of li arev disci topic If W€ tive ] Toh c his -w acten say ii the n and t be can ceasef found great Massa racy a must PREFACE. The characters that flit along these pages were pleasant companions of the author's enforced seclusion during the weeks in which they were written. Some of them should be careful thinkers in their various walks of life; and they should all be good talkers, for they are well instructed and they have seen the world. Their discussions are, of course, cursory, for they pick up topics and lay them down again, in rapid succession. If we listen sometimes to an enthusiast, a cool conserva- tive is at hand to reply. The author assumes only the role of a reporter, and the public will judge if he does his work well. He is not responsible for what his char- acters say, but only for giving them the opportunity to say it. Their loves and exultations, their griefs and perils, the modest " talks," in which they discuss their plans, and their theories of religious, political and social life became strangely real to him who wrote. The story ceases to be fiction when the great English Lord is found at the feet of the American girl, and when the great English scholar pursues his inquiries among Massachusetts farmers and generally studies Democ- racy as the countries of America are teaching it. "We must all learn that lesson, kings and people, or suffer Il IV PREFACE. for not comprehending it. Carlyle says : " Universal Democracy, whatever we may think of it, has declared itself, as an inevitable fact of the days in which we live," and a greater than Carlyle has ordained that to study the loves of men and women is to court enchant- ment and infatuation. The author has thus woven a little romance with characters English, American and Colonial, and has ventured thereby to suggest that fealty to Liberty which Society should exact from those wno love and would maintain political freedom ; in the faith, that the more nearly England and America are drawn together in every relation which promotes human happiness, the better service will they render mankind. I '! II ' x: XX XX X} CONTENTS. CHAPTKn TAOB I. A Dinner at the Tower of London 1 II. Lords and Ladies 5 III. Blood is Thicker than Water 12 IV. The Plot Thickens 25 V. The American Cousin Dazzles my Lord 88 VI. A Voice from the Trossachs 47 VII. The .Tolliest Trip ever Projected . , 62 VIII. Going Down to the Sea in Ships 68 IX. All went Merry as a Marriage Bell 77 X. Coming into the Track op a Storm 88 XI. De Luynes Discusses Burnixu Questions 97 XII. Ave Sanctissima Ill XIII. Who Could Foresee Perils ? 127 XIV. The Kino of Terrors 141 XV. De Luynes Honored i\ Death 156 XVI. The Flags Blend with Graceful Harmony 171 XVII. The Jesuit and the Orangeman 183 XVllI. The Professor Visits Boston 190 XIX. We are Massachusetts Farmers 203 XX. The People's King in America 227 XXI. Homeward Bound 250 XXII. Thine and Mine 255 XXIII. The British Lion Fondles the Professor 273 XXIV. Gathering in the Threads 280 XXV. Nous Verrons 290 PROFESSOR CONANT. IN CHAPTER I. A DINNER AT THE TOWER OP LONDON. " Oh, the fool !" said Tom Conant, " to sell himself to Hymen for an ugly woman and two thousand a year. Why not have gone io America, where, I am told, pretty women abound, handsome and rich too, by Jove, who are crying their eyes out for foreigners of high birth ?" "Not so fast, young man," replied the person ad- dressed, " she was a pretty girl and is a most interesting woman ; I only thought her a little exacting, and that George was somewhat under restraint. Pray, don't quote me as an authority if you are to say these naughty things. Mrs. George is a prophetess as well as an heiress, and there are little birds to carry, far into the North, the story of our confabulating here. I'll wager you that when we next meet her she will wear an odd smile of contempt for our opinions." " Nonsense, Edgar, I am too much in earnest to heed your hadinage. Poor Wallace is the type of a class ; a brave soldier, an impecunious gentleman, beloved by his friends and crazed by the usurers. He wins the usual distinctions of a fast life — debts and other doubt- ful things, and then he sells out and marries." "Well, Tom, that seems to me better than suicide. 1 I 2 PROFESSOR CONANT. I If George might have done better he might have done worse ; and, after all, the bonnie bride may even run more risk than her Lord. My sojourn was very pleasant in Scotland ; but the Scotch are a canny, clannish people. It was my first viK^xfc, and they could scarcely understand my early neglect of their country. * Did I know,' they asked, ' when I first stepped foou in Glasgow, that I was in the second city of the Empire? And what had I thought when I saw the crowds pouring towards George's Square ?' I bethought me of the Cockney's answer, but I dared not repeat it. "What did I think? Why, I thought v'hat numbers of Scotchmen there are still to come South !" Tom laughed. " That's a good joke. But, if you put it in a book, only London Scotchmen will understand it. I will not quote the familiar slander about a surgical operation; but look at his Lordship now, to come near home, and tell me if you think he would take it in ! " " Ah, no," replied Col. Lyons, " his Lordship never laughs at anything Scotch. He told me himself that he thought Dean Ramsay's ' Reminiscences ' an utter waste of powder and shot. But he's no fool, though he is peculiar. I believe, like Dundreary, ho might be still in doubt as to whether a certain nondescript young lady likes cheese ; but he's a good iellow, all the same, and now he comes " A tall, slight man with an uncertain gait and a nervous manner approached the group. He was reserved but gentle, and you saw that he was welcome and among friends. "Is Tom in mischief to-night as usual?" he asked, good humoredly ; but he was only answered with a laugh and a protest from Capt. Conani A DINNER AT THE TOWER OF LONDON. Lord Bolton was older than Lis companions, though still in the freshness and vigor of life. He never talked of his age ; he never encouraged others to speak of it. He might regret the days of his early youth, or he might dread the knowledge of good and evil that comes with years. Dr. Blair somewhere remarks that "at thirty a man puspects himself a fool, at forty he knows it." My Lord never enlightens you about his suspi- cions. "Don't speak of birthdays," he would say, " their admonitions are unpleasant." His finely formed head was " silvered o'er," but you knew it was not the frost of age ; and, if his pleasing face seemed a little weary, you saw it was still young, and had not been worn with years of labor. He spoke, at first, with a slight lisp, and with a diffident manner ; but he had been known to display earnestness, and at times eloquence. His perceptions were not quick, but his good sense was proverbial. Perhaps his sayings would pass into proverbs more readily than those of humbler folk. Some of his young friends were critical, and they found him a laggard in love and slow to inter- pret a joke. All this may change as we see and hear more of him. His associates might differ as to his eccentricities, but he had a kindly word for them all. Our friends are guests of Col. Lyons, of the Guards, whose regiment had been lately detailed for garrison duty at the old Tower of London. A party of young officers and their friends have assembled and are av/aiting dinner in the mess-room, once sacred to the sorrows of great prisoners of State. On the walls around might still be seen lines traced by the delicate hand of the Lady Jane Grey, in the dismal solitude of her last imprisonment. 4 PROFESSOR COKAAT. The great fortress slept, with all her landmarks and trophies, her memories of generations of cruelty, and the contests — now glorious, anon reeking with infamy — through which the fabric of British liberty was built up. The place calls up many reminiscences to-night, for the Lord High Constable is among the guests, but few of them are contemplating the past. The speculations of the antiquaries, if there be any among the present gathering, are not concerned with the early morning of history. Contemplation may come with the morrow ; just now the guests are drowning thought in their happy revels, and their boisterous laughter provokes no echo of remonstrance, or reproach from the illustrious shadows that have so long hovered over the mysteries of the Tower. ^ii CHAPTER II. LOEDS AND LADIES. The painter in oil and the sculptor in marble produce the form, the pose, perhaps even the expression of features, which it is only left for the word-painter to describe. The mass of men think so much by images that they need a palpable figure, a material copy, to create an im- pression, while the word-r>ainter seldom achieves more than the musical jingle of his words. The advantages are reversed when we come to describe qualities instead of things ; the spiritual, instead of the material, agen- cies of being ; not because the word-picture is perfect, but because art cannot scan the domain of the imma- terial, nor, within it, can she " hold nature up to na- ture's God." And yet, it does not follow that one should never paint in words what can be photographed by the sun. Enough may be fairly deduced to shorten many pen-and-ink sketches, and perhaps lighten the labor, and sometimes even the sin, of many readers ; some of wliom weary over much description, and others, alas ! wickedly vault it altogether. Tom Conant was the son of an Oxford professor of distinction, who had lately added to a life of scholastic honors the dignities of a member of Her Majesty's House of Commons. He was an author of repute, and a gentleman of undoubted culture and bonhomie. Though he still loved his Alma Mater, and maintained his k 'Hi -HI) ill! i!( 6 PROFESSOR CONANT. nominal connection with her, he was an ardent Liberal, and gave the best powers of his well-stored mind to his country's service. A " young member," as the phrase goes, he had taken high position in the House, and his learning and industry had been recognized by the appointment to many chairmanships, while his careful and intelligent discussion of questions relating to the higher work of administration was rapidly increasing his influence both in the House and the country. Tom was his father's especial weakness. He was proud of the boy's fine qualities, and he knew better than Tom dreamed about his faults, which he regarded as venial, and which he said " Tom would manage in time." " The boy is his mother's son," he would say, " full of nervous energy and faith. He is gener- ous, and perhaps extravagant, but look at what tempta- tions he has in the Guards. He will have sown his wild oats at a younger age than most boys ; yet he has not sown them very thick, if I know him truly. I believe he has kept few secrets from me. Dear me I Tom will be a man soon. He is twenty-two, if he is a day." Tom, on the other hand, was passionately fond of his father. The two were often, so to speak, confidential when they were alone together — ^but when the world was about them, they were men. Did they dream what labors and triumphs each would yet sustain in the other's life ? Lord Bolton was heir to a peer of the realm. His ancestors were with William the Conqueror — errone- ously so-called, because he only conquered the usurper, Harold — ard negotiated terms with the nation whose laws he swore to maintain. My Lord never knew what LORDS AND LADIES. had been the station of his great progenitor under the Norman monarch. It was enough that he " came over," and, for the rest, he might have been prince or beggar. His family had been ennobled, and, on one side or other, had served England bravely in all her great struggles of war or peace. His grandfather had been a favorite of George the Fourth, and his father was at one time Prime Minister of England. On his mother's side had descended the glories of Blenheim in that direct family-line which for nigh two hundred years has ab- sorbed the national benefactions. His ample estates testified to his substantial lineage, and he was to inherit his father s boundless wealth, including his " cattle on a thousand hills." What need my Lord care for wits, their jokes or their methods? If he was sometimes dull, might he not be a patron, and in his train have a retinue of punsters and poets and painters? What could be denied him, this great Lord, with his mighty name and his vast possessions ? True, the times might change ; they were changing. One could submit to competition from a Rothschild, though the finger-marks of commerce were seen on his doors. A Lord Mayor might be forgiven ducal splendors, for he rules over millions and speaks with the voice of the law. But Commerce levels all things. The costermonger of to-day may be His G-race the Duke de CJiemin-de-fer of the near decade ; even now, wealth has no monopoly of rank, for the commonest people are invested with it ; and with all this distribution of wealth, titles them- selves may lose prestige in England. " They must be a strange people in America," said my Lord, " if one may judge from the Americans I have mot in my travels. They love titles there, I am told, :1 I i!l IM '.illi m ill 8 PROFESSOR CONANT, though they are growing to be debatable blessings at home. One might do worse than go across. I am going to America, Tom," said my Lord. "Will you come ? " Tom did not suppress any involuntary surprise as he answered : " Thanks ! That would be jolly, indeed ; but I must first see my father, and will you bid me try and persuade him to join us ? He needs rest." " All right," said my Lord, as if he had been a rail- way guard, and not the titled possessor of millions. That night, before Tom retired, he sought his father, and pressed him to be one of Lord Bolton's party. "I really need the rest, Tom," said the Professor, " and I have not been in America these ten vears. The pleasure of going with you, my boy, would be an addi- tional incentive." " Thanks, father," Tom answered gayly ; " Bolton is of the salt of the earth, say what they will about him. I was annoyed by an ill-natured remark of Fred Cuth- bert to-night," continued Tom ; " Bolton will fulfil his mission in life," Fred had said. "How's that?" I asked, half absently. " He will prove that talent is not hereditary," was the rejoinder. " Fred will not prove that it is," said the professor, dryly, " if he pretends to inherit his gifts from Sir John Cuthbert." Tom Oonant went to Brighton to spend the Sunday with his mother and some friends. They had just re- turned from church where a great New York preacher had much interested and a little disturbed them. " You see," said Tom, " the theme was grand, and the discourse was full of noble thoughts, presented with the skill of a master ; but there was a vein of levity LORDS AND LADIES. 9 here and there, which we don't look for in the pulpit. One felt there was a charm which one ought to resist. Sometimes I wanted to cheer. Do you remember that story of the old woman who heard the Choral Litany for the first time, and who said it was ' sweet, but it was an awful way to spend the Sabbath? ' " " Yes," said Tom's mother, " we are accustomed to a certain solemnity in the treatment of sacred things. But vivacity gives warmth and life, and the preacher, no doubt, finds great wealth of illustration in the most familiar fields. There ought to be a via media between the humdrum and the sensational. Worship is an act of adoration ; it is emotional as well as reverent. I like Doctor Elmwood, and have invited him and his niece to lunch with us. The young lady is shy, but you will find the Doctor an intelligent and interesting man." " Whew ! " thought Tom, " An American girl ! " But he answered, " Yes, mother, I am sure I shall be de- lighted to meet him." So saying, Tom kissed his mother, and retired to his room. " I wonder what she is like," he soliloquized, " this American niece of an American parson ! " And striding up and down his room, he hummed to a pensive air : — " Or soft black eyes, or melting blue, Which has the darling of the two?" Tom Conant had not lost the freshness of his boy- hood, though he had come to man's estate. Without being a great scholar he was well educated, both by study and travel. He had taken a respectable position both at school and college, even a brilliant one, wherever hard knocks could be dispensed with, and native talent pulled him through. ti 10 PROFESSOR CON ANT. iiiil I ' His father, who had been a great worker, had been willing to spare the son the drudgery he had endured ; and if he had not altogether approved Tom's choice of the army, he had seen in it a relief from the unre- mitting strain of his own occupations. " Tom's tastes do not lead him my way," he said, " and without love for the work, the burden of it would be intolerable." And so the son was left to be what we have found him, an ac- complished, generous, impulsive young man of the world. America had been to Tom the usual terra incognita of Britons. The geography of the New World he had been taught, but its people he had never seen; moreover, what he had read was generally inconsistent, and very often uncomplimentary. He knew they were fifty mil- lions — a multitudinous people. They had lately emerg- ed from a great war, with a million of men in arms. But the Chinese had numbers, and the society-journals were discussing the points of resemblance between them and his cousins across the sea. Notwithstanding the humors of the critics, he re- membered that the people of this mysterious western land were but an offshoot of the old stock — Britons modified, if not improved ; and he had a profound re- gard for their history and their achievements. But, at the present moment, it was not with Tom a question of vital or political statistics. He would look into graver questions later. If the truth must be told, Tom, to- day, was neither natural nor characteristic. But we all have had moods we could not explain, and our follies, even consciously to ourselves, have had a begin- ning. Had the new preacher so impressed him, or was he surrendering to the young American girl, whom he had not seen ? ' LORDS AND LADIES. 11 Tom's thoughts pursued him in his dreams. He dared not acknowledge to himself how often his imagination had woven fascinating visions, which might be no longer myths, now that this little stranger had come across tlie sea. How did he know she was little ? His mother had said she was shy ; that was all he knew about her. If she was sliy, she ought to be young. And was she pretty ? Was she his fate, and should he hate her ? She could not be rich, but he did not care for that. He awoke and shortly after rose, exclaiming to him- self, "What a fool I ami" iljiiln CHAPTER III. BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER. I III ill" m\ "A ROAST of beef and entremetsy^ comprised what Mrs. Conant called lier " quiet Sunday dinner." The Professor, as Mrs. Conant bxplained to Dr. Elmwood, had been unwillingly detained in London. Tom shared the honors with his mother ; on his right hand sat Miss Agnes Winthrop, of Boston, a young lady of seventeen summers, who was passing her last year at school on the Continent, and at present was spending her vacation in England with friends. There was nothing very different from other young ladies to be noted in Miss Winthrop's appearance. She was a tall and graceful blonde, a charming girl, with a bright, intr^Mgent face, a cheery voice and winning man- ners ; and her large, laughing eyes, fringed by long, dark lashes, and a smile of indescribable sweetness with which she welcomed or entertained you, denoted qual- ities of uncommon gentleness, while in otl\er respects you were impressed as if in the presence of one whose character would develop unusual strength. She was not "shy," as Mrs. Conant had described her — or, perhaps, we should say she was not timid. By nature she seemed to be equal to great things; but, at the first meeting, neither Tom nor the young lady was free from embarrassment. Are these young people ihxis, distrait and self-conscious because, though strangers, they have dreamed of each la exph livcc Avarn tlie sym2D| very I once atmoj fluend Th aboui of the son. she i teries Ooos( BLOOD IS TIIICKER THAN WATER. 13 other ? Who shall fix the metes and bounds of common sense, beyond which the extravagance of romance shall not wander, or make plain the mysteries which regulate the dreams of young and inexperienced hearts ? Mrs. Oonant was an English gentlewoman, and seemed more like the sistor than the mother of Tom, who was her only son. She had followed three children, a son and two daughters, to the grave. Perhaps this experience liad cast a tinge of sadness over her earnest and expres- sive face, which was more comely than beautiful, but, when liglited by the glow of sympathy, was full of charm. There are those whose whole character is expressed by a look or a smile, who seem to invite your confidence at first sight, and promise you the interest aad friendship which might fitly have been born of years. You see the soul in the eyes, and you know its gentleness and purity by a magnetic intuition which you can feel but cannot explain. You wonder how, all these years, you have lived without knowing these people ; and life seems warmer and richer when you have met them. Bound by the tenderest ties, they have room in their hearts for a sympathy which is universal. If one is wrong, their very greeting is a protection ; if right, their simple pres- ence is an encouragement. They are environed by an atmosphere of unconscious worth, and their good in- fluences work quiet results, to which they are strangers. There are many such people, though they do not abound in the world ; but good Mrs. Conant was one of their number, and people said Tom was his mother's son. His little sister completed the family circle, but she is in the nursery now, listening to the hoary mys- teries of Santa Claus and the enchantment of Mother Goose's melodies. 14 PROFESSOR CONANT. nil! At table, Dr. Elmwoocl was beginning to load the con- versation in a quiet way. He was the rector of a fash- ionable church in New York, the metropolis of the Great West. The Church of England had loft her eldest daughter to the occupancy of America. There was little to distinguish tho mother from the child. Both had nominally preserved an austere orthodoxy, which the members of each had modified and mollified in practice. The Church was wise enough to look upon diversities without seeing them, and broad enough to embrace the believers of all degrees. If restless spirits sometimes invoked controversy and challenged declara- tions of faith, the members were generally willing to leave mysteries to the spiritual heads, and were content, for themselves, with seeking the wisdom to love God supremely, and their neighbors as themselves. Dr. Elmwood was a Broad Churchman and a devout man. He was the idol of his people, who listened to him with rapt attention, and lavishly put money in his purse. Perhaps, after the weary excitement of the week, there were vivacious passages with which the Doctor some- times interlarded his discourses — there was a tinge of exaggeration and hyperbole, an imagery, drawn from familiar things, just a soupcon of quaint humor, or even wit, which, though it had disturbed the unaccustomed ear of Tom, was a grateful stimulant to the Doctor's "Western hearers. He was scholarly and logical ; his elocution was faultless, and his oratory masterly. Nobody went to sleep when he preached. If, within such limits, there was scope to practise two styles of expression, who should say when the manner of the preacher, or the taste of the hearer waa at fault? If you have no BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER. 15 accepted sttandard, wlio is to decide between Tom and Dr. Elmwood's people ? "I suppose you have often seen tlie pretty town where my niece is at school," said the Doctor, ad- dressing Tom for the first time. Tom replied that ho had not, but should be more interested in seeing it now than ever. Mrs. Conant remembered sadly her last visit to Heidelberg. Her little daughter had contracted the cold there, which finally carried her off. Tom ventured to ask if Miss Winthrop liked her school, and was answered "yes," with the slightest foreign accent. Mr. Holt, who is a stranger co us, as yet, though one of Mrs. Conant's guests, attacked the system of female education altogether. Tom curtly disposed of the whole subject in a sin- gle word, whereat Mr. Holt looked flushed and mor- tified. Dr. Elmwood admitted its importance, and kind Mrs. Conant felt sure that Mr. Holt was right, for the whole system required revision. This smoothed Mr. Holt's ruffled feathers, and, some- what to the disgust of Tom, set him on his legs again. Mr. Holt was inveterate, if one may apply that word to a good talker. The famous Doctor was his vis-a-vis and he wanted to bring him out. " Capt. Conant thinks, perhaps, one should not intro- duce such a subject in the presence of so distinguished a devotee," said Mr. Holt, smiling grimly. "If you refer to me," said the young lady, "don't mind me at all ; I am neither the adjective nor the noun you have mentioned, sir." 16 PROFESSOR CONANT. ii Tom winced, but was silent, and after a pause, Dr. Elmwood said : "Without regard to any system, I liave serious doubts as to the propriety of educating young Ameri- cans in Europe at all. Of course, I do not refer to the higher work of the universities." "Not to go further, sir," said Tom, "such ideas would have deprived us of a great pleasure to-day. Miss Winthrop would not have been spending her Con- tinental vacation in England, and Dr. Elmwood would not have been visiting us with his niece. Seriously, however, if no scholastic advantages are thus ac- quired, are not such studies pursued with the happy result of making the student a cosmopolitan ? " "That's Avhat I object to," said the Doctor; "the schools may be more efficient, and pupils ma}'' get on faster when away from home, but our schools are im- proving rapidly, and one of our boys educated here, at Rugby or Harrow, or at any public school in England, may become denationalized by going abroad for his education. He will be trained with a class of boys, who belong to an order of society unknown in his own coun- try. He goes home unsettled, unfitted, perhaps, for the pursuits which fortune has assigned him. No doubt, an American boy may be trained at school with tlie young bloods of this aristocratic land, and go home satisfied to his yard-stick and his counting room, but for every one such there will be another to sigh for the blue blood and heraldic trappings of his school dreams." " Dear me, uncle," said Miss Winthrop, " do you not think they would be improved by the superior associa- tions that would surround them ? " " Ah ! " said Dr. Elmwood, " I should think so." BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER. 17 (( I should think so too," she continued, " and they might acquire a polish and refinement to last them all their days." " And learn to discount the polish and refinement of their homes ! " broke in the Doctor. " I quite seize your point, Doctor," said Tom, " but if you will pardon me, I think it more plausible than ex- act. Take English boys ; Lords and Commoners are educated in the same class. Yet, in the great world, the middle classes never bow down before nobility." "You are young, Tom," said Mr. Holt, "and may change your views as you extend your observation." " Besides," added Dr. Elmwood, " hero both classes are English, and there is no question of denationaliza- tion. But a young American who apes the English upper classes have you seen a dude ?" " I am not quite sure," said Tom, " but I have seen what the comic papers say about him. He is to be pitied." " He is the ideal American dandv at home," said Dr. Elmwood, " striving to imitate English high-life." " But he is not the oflfspring of English schools," said Miss Winthrop, with animation. " I do not know," replied Dr. Elmwood, " but I would not lead the boys into temptation." "There is another difference between English and American boys," said Mr. Holt, " apropos of the middle classes not bowing the knee to the nobles, if they do not, indeed. An English boy is satisfied to hold the posi- tion his father held before him. He neitl^er expects nor is ambitious, to surpass him. All young Americans, on tlie contrary, hope to become President some day in I their own country, and many of them would like to jbecomo Dukes and Lords over here. There is a great 2 PI m ill, 18 PROFESSOR CONANT. iii 'III !iii;i! deal to be proud of, though much to improve, in our schools. But I doubt whether all the benefits Tom Brown derived from his school-days would be compen- sation to an American boy for that love of his country, and that pride in her development, which inhere in every American at home. Just now, after many years of experience, and after all nations, including England, have come to acknowledge that the world is better for what the thirteen colonies did, you don't want to build up a sickly class of tuft-hunters in America, who, for the sake of social chances, would sigh for the old days of dependence." As the ladies withdrew, Mrs. Conant politely regretted that she should lose the pleasure of listening further to the conversation ; and we take credit for having reported it, or it might have been lost to the world. " My uncle and I rarely disagree ; perhaps I ought to make it a duty that we should never do so," said Miss "Winthrop, in the drawing-room, to the elder lady ; " he is so good and wise that I always feel condemned if I have contradicted him. And, indeed, I love my own country and am proud of my own people ; but I would willingly see more of the grace and culture I see here engrafted upon our popular manners. We have done a great deal in a few years, and, in our hurry to reach results, we are sometimes unmindful of the forms which might add to their grace, without impairing their sub- stance. Speaking of schools, I know a dozen well- educated boys and girls who constantly speak, though they would never write, ungrammatically. And this remark applies to many of our best people in America. From what I have seen, I should think this seldom hap- pens in England." BLOOD IS TnWKER THAN WATER. 19 ** I have observed sometliing of the kind, but it is a Teuial sin," said Mrs. Conant, kindly ; " a mere educa- tion could not correct it. Theoretically, society is on a common le^el in America. Our manner of speech is the result of our associations. "We speak a language as we are accustomed to hear it spoken. The ear is the edu- cator. Speech is extemporaneous and leaves us no time to apply grammatical rules. The fault that dis- turbs you must bo common to all new countries. No doubt the prevalence of education in America is marvel- lous ; and if there is the need, there are also the facili- ties for improvement. But I see the gentlemen are com- ing, and we must take them for a stroll in the garden.'' Tom was devoted to Mr. Holt, as if he wanted to make amends for something, and that gentleman re- ceived his attentions with the lofty grace of one who had not been offended. Dr. Elmwood delighted Mrs. Conant with his knowl- edge of flowers, and his ready interpretation of their delicate beauties. Miss Winthrop, who had wandered from the others, and stood alone, regarded with rapt and absent gaze the placid waters beyond. Tom had not been unobservant, and rather timidly joined her. " Miss Winthrop ! " She started. " Oh, I was dream- ing," she said, " and I had travelled far over the waters." " And do you so long for distant scenes ? " was Tom's answer. "Yes, and no. I always long for home, though I do not at present wish to go there." *' I would like to see your home," said Tom, simply. I" I hope before long to see America." " Oh! I hope you will visit my country, and I wish |I could be there to greet you." n '! Im 20 PROFESSOR CONANT. m " It would not seem to me like your home and you not there," rejoined Tom. '' But you would have a warm welcome from those who love me, and who will know before then that you and yours have been kind to me." " They ought to love you. Tell me about them," said Tom, eagerly. " Not now ; I must know better how you like Ameri- cans first. I am full of my countrymen's sensitiveness about English opinions. But, perhaps, you don't feel much interest, yet " " Yes, more than I should dare tell you." " Isn't it curious," she continued, interrupting him, *^* how we wince under the sarcasms of an English book, magazine, or newspaper article ? And we have had many such inflictions to bear. My Lord goes across, and then he writes a book about what he saw when he was there. It is a funny book, written from strange points of observation. It is not a friendly book, though it says kind things ; but it displays a hauteur which chills, and assumes a superiority which affronts us. Have you never seen such works ? " "Yes," said Tom, "but they are not always un- friendly." " No, they are patronizing," she continued. " I want you to read these books and see if you can verify their statements in your travels. I suppose I am too young to understand such things, but I am always wondering why Englishmen are unjust to us." Tom made a deprecatory shrug, and was about to speak, but Miss Winthrop added, "I mean in their books, you know." Why," said Tom, in a conciliatory tone, " I hope you (( BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER. 21 exaggerate, Miss "Wintlirop. I suppose it may be be- cause we are jealous of your wonderful growth, and are a lii tie on the lookout for our laurels ; but, I am sure there is not much public sentiment to justify them, if they are published." " Such books are written to sell," was the quiet re- ply, and the subject was dropped for lighter topics. Tea was served in the arbor, but Tom did not leave the young lady to Mr. Holt, or to anybody else ; and later on, when the two separated, each felt that the other was a friend, without having been told so. Will the feeling grow and ripen as years roll on ? or will their paths diverge till it fades into a memory ? How little we know of the mysteries of life, except as, one by one, they are unfolded to us ! As Mrs. Conant's guests were taking their leave, Mr. Holt lingered, hat in hand, for a last word with his hostess. " It was very good of you to take so much trouble, Eobert," she said ; " but your love of charity and your kind action will be their own reward." " Don't give me too much credit. Aunt," he answered, sadly. " If I have rendered you a little service, in aiding your good work, leave me to the lesson it teaches, of improving neglected opportunities of doing good. Oh, how slow I was in the work, and how your mis- sion and your instructions have quickened me in it. Men speak truly of charity as a virtue, and of the Golden Rule, as if some sacrifice were entailed in the observance of it. What human pleasure can equal that of having wiped a tear and assuaged a grief? What can Dives buy with all his wealth, that may equal the satisfaction of him who has ministered according to 22 PROFESSOR CON ANT. his means to the wants of the poor ? "What music can equal in harmony the widow's thanks for the food which has fed her starvelings ? What reward of any kind open to human effort, can compare v.'ith the conscious- ness of good deeds, well done, which have removed the disabilities and aroused the gratitude of the unfortu- nate ? Human gratitude ! The evidence of acts of kindness, great and small — what a witness that will be for us, in the day when we shall need a cloud of wit- nesses ! " ' " You are magnifying a trifle, Eobert," said the lady, modestly. " If you had heard the messages I brought you, it would not have seemed a trifle ! l.felt that it was more blessed to give than to receive, and I almost envied you. It may seem a trifle to you, an incident in your life work; but to me it was an experience, and I shall cherish it. And I hope, in some small way, to cultivate the spirit of your act. What men we might become with such angels of mercy to lead us !" he continued, musingly. " What misery and sin we might alleviate or even turn to joy ! " " Thank God," she said, " if your little plan has really relieved misery and made the stricken heart light again. We must not lose sight of these poor people. It is your work more than mine. But there is more to do. That woman is not the mother of the little girl, I think, and when they are all well again, we shall have a mystery to unravel." " You will command me when you want me," said Robert Holt. " I can wear Heaven's livery in your ser- vice, Mrs. Conant, and never tire of the wo ' s^t me to do. you may BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER. 28 u Thank yon," she answered, softly, " I shall see tliem in London soon. In the meantime our experience must be secret till we know more." That night, in his lodgings, Robert Holt wondered that the appearance of these strange people had not suggested more even to him. " But the man and woman were sick with fever," he said. " There was little to denote the condition of life to which they belonged ; and I only noticed the child's wonderful eyes, and thought of the quickest means to rescue her from danger. She is safe with the old nurse at the hospital. She is too young to tell her story, if she has one, but if there is a mystery it may transpire. What a won- derful woman is Mrs. Conant, with all her social and domestic cares, to find time for so much love and good- will for strangers ! I wish Tom knew more of his mother's work. He might aid her, and he is equal to great things. But she is afraid to cloud his young spirit with dark pictures, and she trusts me. Well, I am proud of the mother's confidence, and, if I can be worthy of it, I am sure to be led into noble work." Robert Holt was the son of Scotch parents, and was related to Mrs. Conant on his mother's side. He had won high honors at Edinburgh, and had left the univer- sity with the reputation of being a clever polemic and a democrat. Everybody liked him, though everybody would not have copied his ways. He was brusque and aggressive in dispute, and toward his equals he was exacting ; but toward his inferiors, and those who would need his aid, he was generous to a fault : he had the soul of a prince and the heart of a woman. He was, moreover, a man of wealth and leisure ; he held political opinions which were considered advanced, and he was h ■ ii I : ii 24 PROFESSOR CONANT, wm wM too straightforward and outspoken to tolerate the diplo- mat or the temporizer. He was earnest and sincere before all things. Such a character might have fallen little short of petulance ; and he was exacting at times, but he was too full of loving kindness to persist unduly in any course that might wound the feelings of others. ^ He has fallen asleep as we have discussed him. Robert Holt, idealist and disputant, au revoir. 111'" ■m ir' lo- Bre , of too irse CHAPTER IV. THE PLOT THICKENS. A FEW afternoons later, Tom attended a reception at Lady D.'s at Bloomington House, and found her Lady- ship exceedingly gracious. "Here is Col. Lyons, Mr. Conant," she said, "who tells me that you spent Sunday at Brighton with your good mother, who ought to be here. The Professor has just loft me, and I have some American friends whom you must meet. Oh ! here they are." , Tom greeted Dr. Elmwood and Miss Winthrop ; he had not met the young lady since Sunday, and, as if by common consent, they selfishly strolled away together. "I was afraid I should lose you," said Tom, "I wanted to see you so much." " Then I suppose you have something to tell me," was the rejoinder ; " so many Ihings may have hap- pened since we met." " No, I did not want to see you on business," was the laughing response. " But I have volunteered to guard you from the crush here. Will you permit me ? " " If it please you," answered the young lady, seeming I at a loss for words. Tom observed her embarrassed manner, and said, I" You see I may be my own master for a few momenta [only. Lord Lester, the Governor-General of Canada, is lere, and my father has set his heart on my paying my 26 PJiOFESSOJl CONANT. humble respects to liim ; but if I have to leave you, I hope I may bo able to find you again." " I see Mr. Marshall, our minister, and his daughters by the alcove yonder," observed Miss Winthrop ; " let us join them." Tom gave a reluctant assent, but he did not hurry forward, and, indeed, for the moment. Miss Winthrop did not press him to do so. Their conversation flowed freely enough now ; but, need we relate, it interested them more than it would have done other people. Later in the evening, several gentlemen were con- versing together, and among them were Lord Lester and Mr. Marshall. The Professor, with Tom, joined them. "Tom tells me you are coming to America," said Lord Lester, addressing the Professor. "I shall re- turn within the month delighted, if I may welcome you to Canada." " Our trip is as yet uncertain," said Dr. Conant, " and, though we shall not exactly be the guests, we are to be the companions of Lord Bolton, who goes to New York. I do not think it has been arranged to include Canada in our route, though I should like it much, if that is possible." " Ah, that won't do," said his Lordship ; " England can't afford to send out her best men for journeys of ob- servation through America, which do not even include her own possessions. Canada has the most convenient steamboat and railroad services, and you are alto- gether without the excuses which did duty in former years for neglecting us." " Oh, it is not neglect," interposed Tom. " We are so sure of Canadian loyalty," remarked Mr. Holt, with a laugh. ill w THE PLOT THICKENS. 27 "Yet, tliore was a pjood deal said al)ont a separation of tho colonies a few years ago," Mr. Marshall observed, somewhat mischievously. " More on this side than in Canada," rejoined tlie Professor, " but Canadian independence was boldly and ably discussed, and found many sympathizers, even there." " Oh, that was before the "Washington Treaty," said Mr. Holt, "-and while the Ahd)ama claims were pend- ing. There was a dangerous controversy between us and the States. At that time the peace which ruled was not likely to be lasting. A feeling prevailed largely in England that our North American possessions were not worth lighting for. The Irish Fenians hovered all along the Canadian border, and the question was asked in Canada with some trepidation, Can the Empire defend us ? It was added, If England wants us to go we are ready." "It was a very sickly feeling in Canada," said Lord Lester. " At least, one Governor-General commended it," re- j marked Mr. Holt, significantly. "But the Washington Treaty chan^jed all that in |both countries," said the Professor. " That was a great experiment, the resort to arbitration instead of to battle ; to reason instead of to the blind rage of war and car- e. If the controversies, thus happily settled, had )een allowed to drift, they would have culminated in rar, and the two nations might have reduced each )ther to a third rate power." " We had a good deal to swallow," said Lord Lester. "There were concessions on both sides," observed [r. Marshall :,i-_ i i > »' ' 23 PROFESSOR CONAKT. IP: " And tlie best evidence that, on the whole, the set- tlement was a wise one, is to be found in the concilia- tory and satisfied mood, in which we discuss the whole subject to-day," interjected Dr. Elmwood, with spirit. "All this history was made a little before your time, Tom," said Lord Loiter, with good humor. "I hope its good consequences may be lasting," re- joined Tom. " The thought of going to America incites mo to become familiar with thcjse topics." "My dear Tom," urged Col. Lyons, "begin your work, by taking your first lesson, wliich so few English- men have learned, that going to Canada is a voyage to America, as well as going to New York. Canada is a fine country, with five millions of hardy and enterpris- ing people, and after the States, is a land of magnificent promise. You should act upon the hint of Lord Les- ter, and visit it. No loyal Englishman having done so onco will ever be disposed to throw the country oj6f." " And let me add," said Mr. Marshall, " that whether as a dependency of yours, or as an independent state, my countrymen will always rejoice in her progress to- wards wealth and power. She has a mission of freedom to fulfill by solving in her own way, and on American soil, the problem of British Parliamentary government." When Tom joined the ladies, he was full of funny conceits as to the dangers he had escaped while among j the politicians ; but Lady D. told him he was only try- ing his 'prentice hand, and Miss Winthrop declared he : had been so absorbed that she had found it impossible | to attract his attention. Tom denied, however, having! any political ambition, and in the best of spirits he tookj his leave. TUE PLOT THICKENS. 29 3 set- icilia- 3 tlio ., witli c tiuflo, Lg," re- incites Q your IngUsli- iya*;e to bda is a iterpris- Tnificent Old Les- done 80 •y of^-" whether mt state, )gress to- l freedom rican soil, nent." L of funny I ile among jonlytry- aclared be impossible I ver, having I its he took I TVo will not weary the reader with details of the ad- venture, which for the moment rescued from the jaws of death a man, a woman, and a child, and thus gratitied the kindliness of Mrs. Conant, and whetted the appetite of Kobert Holt for good works. Mrs. Conant, on hor return from Brighton, found these people, of whom we have already spoken, at a private hospital, where they were supported by the beneficence of Holt. The man 'over; the woman, thouGjh stricken, was deadly ill « was still able to < 'd in nursing him, and the child had been removed to a, place of safety. "The fever is malignant," the Doctor had said to Mrs. Conant; "you must not remain here nor come again, and the woman herself must be removed. The man is well cared for, and the presence of neither of you will do him good. He is quite unconscious." The woman was inconsolable, but the Doctor's orders were obeyed. " Oh," she said, " it is a punishment for our sin." And she moaned like one in deep suifering. " You angel ! " she would say to Mrs. Conant, " Why have you sheltered a wretch like me ? " And then she would give herself up to sobs and lamentations. " He did it," she moaned with a convulsive shudder ; "it was I not in my heart to wrong the child. Pauvre enfant, 1 will tell the good lady before i die." She would con- tinue her ravings and say, " Hush, I will not speak ! Ihe will hang if I betray him. He is so sick perhaps ho [will die, and then God have mercy ! " Mrs. Conant went to the parlor and saw the child — a jweet little girl of two years, who could not speak nor ;ive any sign to aid in her identification. It had escaped the plague, it had been dressed in neat clothes, md was beautiful. Such eyes ! though an infant's. rill 30 PROFESSOR C0NAI7T. full of sweetness and expression. The child clung to Mrs. Conant as if it had known her. '* The child has been wronged," said the nurse. " Do you think she belongs to those people ?" "Hush," said Mrs. Conant, "we must not say such things. But she is lovely," she added, "and we will try to protect her." " It may be a mere superstition," said the nurse, " bui I think the child inherits those eyes from her mother, who must have been a beautiful woman." " You are silly," said Mrs. Conant, musingly, and she went back to the woman, who still talked and wandered. " Will he die ? " she asked. " I hope not," was the gentle response. "Ah, I knew it," continued the woman, " our path led to this in my dream. He was with mo, but he had horns and a cloven foot, and he scoffed at my doubts and scruples. He said there was no rule of right and wrong for such as we, and that we should follow our inclinations and desires. That fearful night ! The heavens were overcast with blackness. The lightnings blazed anon, and peal after peal the thunder rolled over the mountains. We climbed the crags, and were pricked by the thorns and terr^'^.ed by the howling of the wild beasts. It was a dreadful dream. But we reached the summit, and beheld the deep canon below, livid with heat and alive with groans, and yawning to receive us. The wages of sin is death," she continued, after a silence. " I was taught but did not heed that. Do I dream now? Do I rave?" sb added, fixing her large dark eyes on Mrs. Conant, who stood, tearful, by her side ; " my heart is heavy, but my mind is clear. Before it may be too late I must tell you, not the story iiii THE PLOT THICKENS. 31 of my life, which must be buried in shame, but the story of another life which mine has clouded. I did not mean it all," she said, sobbing hysterically ; and after a pause, " no, no, not now ! why do you press me ? His ayes are upon me. He stands in the door. Oh ! send him away. How he frightens me ! Not now," she repeated, "but I will tell you all to-morrow." With a few soothing words, Mrs. Conant took her leave, wearied and disappointed. She surmised that the proffered confidence related to the child, and she was not sure in what state the woman might be on the morrow. There were things to be done, but she knew Mr. Holt would attend to them. In the meantime, she would see the chaplain herself and then return to her home. Mrs. Conant was reticent, and the Professor was too busy to be made the confidant of her charitable labors; but he interposed no obstacles, if he afforded her little aid. He was, nevertheless, proud to have given her a well-filled purse, and gratified at the fact that she went about doing good. That night there came a note from the chaplain to say that the child was well, the woman delirious, and the man past all hope. "How unfortunate," thought Mrs. Conant, "should tlie woman die without telling the story of the child ! I felt sure from the first, of what I have never dared to say, that both the man and the woman are adventurers, and that the child has been spirited away from rospecta- [ble parents. The woman's ravings suggest as much, and )erhaps even other and darker crimes. Who can tell rhence they have come ? If they die without giving a jign, what means would be left of identification ? Oh, 82f PROFESSOR CONANT. what havoc vice makes with happiness ! Somewhere in the wide world there are a frantic mother and a broken household mourning for this little innocent ; and, perhaps, even the wrong-doers are the greatest sufferers, while sinking under their load of infamy and self-reproach into a miserable grave." f I ,! (( laugh. CHAPTEE V. THE AMERICAN COUSIN DAZZLES MY LORD. Lord Bolton had just returned after a sojourn of two months in Paris. He had telegraphed a few friends to meet him that night in his rooms, in Piccadilly, and amonsc them were Tom Conant and Robert Holt. His Lordship loved Tom's sprightly good nature and intel- ligence, and he admired Robert's varied accomplish- ments ; while that gentleman's advanced views, and his readiness to maintain them, made him always an object of interest to the eccentric nobleman. Hia rooms were lighted by electric jets, the glare of which was softened by the fantastic ornaments of various and unique designs which served as lamps and decorations. Everything bespoke luxurious comfort and refinement. A number of gentlemen were assembled, and as Tom entered, he found Lord Bolton in earnest conversation 1 with Holt and Fred Cuthbert. " I was saying to his Lordship," said Fred, with a [drawl, " that he must have wasted his time in Paris. ?o have left London, in the height of the season for those frog-eating Frenchmen, was bad enough, but he las learned nothing — he can'i tell us the name of the |:eigning bcUe, or recount the latest scandal." "Perhaps he is reticent," remarked Tom, with a lugh. " He may prefer making his confession to the wjidante of his choice." 2* \i 84 PROFESSOR CONANT. "No," said Lord Bolton, with simulated irritation, " I did not follow the traditior of my young country- men in the French capital, and I avoided society and dissipation. I was interested, but only as a spec- tator." " Well, tell us what you saw, please," said the first speaker. " Imprimis^ no doubt, that missing link, the American tourist, for whom there is never room enough and the price is never high enough." "They are a queer lot, some of those travellers," said Lord Bolton, "and in the invasion of Paris by these people I have thought at times that the gay capi- tal would altogether lose her identity." " No doubt, some of those Americans who have just struck * bonanzas ' are queer folk," said Robert. "They suddenly acquire boundless wealth by some accident — and accidents of that kind are abundant in their country — and they have no judgment as to its use. They are like the nouveaux riches everywhere. Sudden wealth does not relieve vulgarity. I know a city where a few men grew fabulously rich in a night. They were i equal to their fortunes, to the extent of taking care of them. They secured control of the enormous industry by which they had prospered. They controlled thej agencies which manufacture opinion, and they created a speculative mania which engulfed alike the highestj and the lowest. The whole community — the cautiousj lawyer, the pious parson, the prudent merchant, well as the most thrifty and the most impoverished! sons and daughters of toil, strained their credit, dej nied themselves necessaries, borrowed, or even beggedl the means to buy what rose or fell at the beck of thesej newly-made millionaires; till that community. Iron (( THE AMERICAN COUSIN DAZZLES Ml LORD. 35 3n, ry- ety pec- first , the ougli .lers, ris ^y r capi- ve jTist "They accident n their its Tise. Sudden where ey "vvcre ' g care oij industry! )lled the ly created highest cautious :chant, as joverishei' jredit, de;' ty 311 heg a oi thesel lity, ^^^^'^ the cellar to the garret, was ruined; and these men counted by hundreds of millions the spoils which their neighbors had lost. Soon some of them commenced to flaunt their vast acquisitions in the faces of the poor. They vied with each other, at home and abroad, in the vulgar display of money ; they bought high ojfices, which they neglected and disgraced; they chartered special trains; built royal palaces, and corrupted for their purposes such influence as they could not crush or otherwise control. Is it strange that though their wealth was kingly their manners were boorish? If they were vulgar, there was excuse for them. Do we not, sometimes, see rich and educated men of our own country playing, according to their means, the same role ? These men are not the outcome of democratic institutions. They are only possible among such ex- traordinary material developments as one sees in that wonderful country. Ah uno disce omnes^ " Put a pin there, Bob," said his Lordship ; " I have ibeen thinking of all this, but I could not have said it. I want to hear the rest. I must stroll among my [guests for a little while, but I will rejoin you." " Now that he has gone," said Fred, " you may re- tush yourself, and, during recess, tell us quietly, who these nabobs were. Holt? " Tom, willing to rescue him, recited slowly, ** Once in tlie flight of ages past, , There lived a man, and who was ho ? Mortal 1 Howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee." If your muse sings of me," said Fred, " I would k that my * lot be cast ' in the very midst of those i 5! PROFESSOR CON ANT. \. -. »„^ nrrrwos oi Americans, Holt, frightW millions, --d '^?>^J . ^-^„^„ demooratic ^continued, "as I dont -^^^^ ^^ Unow people at home or ''^'^°!'''' ?" ^/,^ie. I met at a U I -ecogni^e exceptions to my r ^^^ Iriend's last night «°™^^fi^™e>!y owe a good de=a themselves Americans, ^^t ^Un ^ J ^^^^^ ^^^^ ^^ to the education ot ^"I'f ^.^"^^* jited old Marshall and .ot acquire at home. I always hke ^^^^^ ^^^^^ his daughters ; but then y ^^^^^ ^^ ^^^ ^ j),. xnostly in E-^f "% J^'^l ^a his charming niece. Miss ■ Elmwood, of New ^o"^^' ^^^'l " „ ^^^ know, is a good Vinthrop. oi Boston. ^fS, ,4\^erica, it is the old English name, and I believe, cognomen of a fine family .^„^,,,te,a booV, and Tom was intently ^''f^^^ apparent abstraction. Holt was amused to -^^ ^^^^^^^^^^ Fred went on .. The uncle is a ^^J ^t Washington, told me » and Lawson, of our Embassy ^^ „£ the re- that his grandfather was GeneiaS, ^^ ^^^^ Mlion or revolution °r some b ^^^^^ I Washington made f «^ *;;PPtree, and I had nevei had never heard of the a^pl ^^^,^,,,, But tlie .apposed that A">«";^^y I fannot say that she is young lady was <=l^«'™;^/and grace and aje «e .«« Lautiful, but her ^'T^^^rj^.aiSg quite won me. q«oi of good sense and g°"J bree gj ^^^^^^ .^ ^^ ^^ 'did not ask the I-a^^'^^^^VinTgard to tf':. eldest son of the legitimate drama in America. Lord Lester and Mr. Marshall were on the right, and the Professor and Dr. Elmwood, who had come late, were on the left ; and the question was, how to arrest the downfall of Shakespeare, which seemed imminent, and restore the ballet and the sensuous stage to their proper place after the legitimate drama. It was admitted that much depends on the actor's conception of his work and upon his genius in the interpretation of it. " The world is running mad after display," the Pro- fessor had said. " The beautiful thoughts of the olden time are supplanted by the beautiful ankles and the realistic scenes which the stage puts on exhibition to- day. Once the stage roused men to great deeds by the presentation of great thoughts. Virtue found an ally in the drama, and a private life that fell short was only condoned by great gifts. To-day the popular favorite wins if she is graceful or beautiful, or, above all, if she is known to be a professional beauty, or to have trans- fixed a royal heart. The world must be amused, but amusements that are not instructive have no place among the agencies of good works." " There is force in what you say. Professor," said the great English actor, "but the evil is not local. My American friend will tell you that in his country the legitimate drama struggles and wanes, and that scenic display is the goddess of the hour." "The stage cannot tread the higher paths if the people will not sustain it there," said the American. " The tendency of all amusements is the same. The old-fashioned ballads and their sweet airs have fallen into neglect, though more heavenly music was never rendered ; and now our favorites are snatches from Patience and lolanthe." THE AMERICAN COUSIN DAZZLES MT LORD, 39 rd lie sre ,lio iiid per liat ork Pro- Iden L tlie 111 to- y tlie s only pvorite if slie trans- sd, but place ;aid tlie a. My ^try tlie ,t scenic if tlie lericaB. 16. Tlie re fallen las never les iroifl! "All this decadence," said Lord Lester, "may be traced to the upheavals of modern social life — to the democratic sub-soiling which is constantly raising the lowest stratum and imparting its clammy chill to the surface. You can only maintain the standard of refine- ment in communities that are not over-weighted with the elements of degradation. You must not elevate ig- norance too rapidly, or you drag intelligence down to its level. You may vitiate popular taste exactly as you de- grade popular opinion, by giving vulgarity a jurisdiction which, in the nature of things, it cannot comprehend." "I fear your position is more plausible than defensi- ble," said Mr. Marshall. " I do not know how far the stage is supported by the lower stratum. There are multitudes who have not, as yet, been raised to the sur- face ; and as to this question of vitiated taste, it remains to be proved that it is not inherent in the upper classes. "We are all living in great haste. Men are absorbed in the bustle of affairs. They patronize the amusements for rest and relaxation. The day's excitement has wearied them. Tliey are in no mood to study serious things, and they go rather where they are invited to laugh than to think." "Nero was a cultivated man, but Rome was profli- gate. Complaints against the popular taste are not new to history," said Dr. Elmwood ; " only a sound educa- tion can really elevate it or maintain the standard when once it is established. There is great need of reform [and vast room for individual effort. We shall have [gained much when we have agreed upon what we want, jai 1 can then clear the deck for action. In the mean- time, the stage itself might do much of the work ; it should labor to create good taste, instead of catering to bad one." A 40 PROFESSOR CONANT. A pleasant evening was far spent, and most of the guests had departed. The old-fashioned library was aglow with light and warmth, and Lord Bolton had gathered a few choice spirits about him. "Wine and the fragrant cigar were there doing duty, and Tom was chiding Mr. Cuthbert, who had grown impulsive and loquacious, and who felt moved to sing " Wo won't go homo till morning.'* 11! ! I I Holt had not forgotten his theme, and had more to say if the hint had been given him, but his Lordship " took the word," as the French say. ** I don't think your picture would have been over- drawn, Holt, if I had allowed you to finish it," he said ; " you always startle me a little with your strong words and your radical views. You can't expect me to be a democrat, though, thanks to you, no doubt, I can't help loaning that way." " No, no, let me go on," he exclaimed, as Holt seemed about to interrupt him. " I know what it would mean for me and my class. But it may be a fair question, why should we be pampered? Why should the poor delve and we idle in affluence? If it were my clear duty, I could lay down my rank. Conscious of what is duty, there are many of my class who would follow suit. But would the State profit by this ? And how would ^ our degradation exalt the poor? " " My dear Lord Bolton," ejaculated Holt, with warmth, | " I have not proposed such a thing ! " " Oh, you are very kind, no doubt, and would do no- 1 body harm ; but your doctrines lead up to that or theyj mean nothing. That is a grand doctrine — the equalityi THE AMICRWAN COUSIN DAZZLES MT LORD. 4X of man. But hereditary distinctions must go when that comes." He paused, and then exclaimed : *' How many- men are my superiors but for the maintenance of these class distinctions ? The ennobled class must think of these things. We are not called to act now, but we ought to form intelligent and defensible opinions. You are young yet, Holt, and have no titles to throw away, but how wouldst thou like to sell all that thou hast and give to the poor ? "What a strange melange is the French Eepublic ! How the old traditions bear against the democratic faith. * EgalitCy but the noble confronts the citizen at every turn. * Liberie,' yet old restrictions are not yet removed. ^FraternitG!' — look at the vir- ulence of the press and the deadly malico that pervades discussions. Are they better or worse for the new regime ? I don't know, though I am trying to study them. Has the Revolution, that great reaction against centuries of abuse, done its work ? In '30 and '48 and '71 had it ended? Pardon me, gentlemen, but these things weigh upon me, and to whom should I speak but to my friends? In Paris, there was no devotion to equality, in the ostentatious display of wealth among the favored sons of the model American Republic. They had not come over as propagandists, to teach the world that all men were born free and equal. They outstripped the Shah in extravagance, and their dia- monds outsh( le the stars of the firmament in splendor. iThey counted their wealth by millions. They must have hoarded the gold of the people — the hard earn- |ings of the poor — and there must be some startling wrong that makes such exactions possible I If wealth [is to be hoarded in a few hands, are these nouvcaux nches better than an ancient nobility ? " It u . M ilr;' P'f' llli" m PROFESSOR CONANT. "Mucli learning hatli made thee mad/' said Cuthborfc, interrupting ; but he continued : " Gentlemen, do I surprise you ? Did you fancy I only thought of revels and sports ? I have been taught the maxim, noblesse chlige, and have been thinking over grave questions, though I have not solved them. I see difficulties both ways." " Holt shall help you," said Cuthbcrt. " Yes, but not to-night," said his Lordship, gravely. ** I turn to a brighter side of my Paris picture. There is an inner circle of American life in Paris into which I have never penetrated. I have met delightful Americans here, but I thought their associations had been English A dozen of my friends married lovely American wives, but they had for the most part been educated here. And when I met these noisy, showy people in France I in- stinctively avoided the wjiole race. How much I have lost has only now been revealed to me. One night, I met a gentleman at the American Minister's, whoso conversation entertained and delighted me. He told me he was in Europe for the first time ; his wife and sister were in Paris with him, and the next day he asked me to dine with them. I met a large party, and was sumptuously entertained. I never enjoyed myself more thoroughly; my host excelled; his wife was a perfect hostess, and the sister was the finest woman I had ever seen. The whole evening was to me a social and intellectual treat and I have rarely enjoyed myself more. In the course of conversation, I acknowledged bluntly that I was glad to find myself at an exclusively American entertainment. " Had I never been in America ? the hostess asked me, and had I never known Americans ? vulgar. tious, aires, can't s^ spend waterini Wessini !!^ THE AMERICAN COUSIN DAZZLES MY LORD. 43 * Yes,' I answered, * I had a few American friends in London.' ' Oh, they are really English, I suppose,' she said. * They are generally residents with us,' I admitted. 'But you must come to America,' said both my host and hostess. " I admitted that it was my wish and my intention to do so. There was a shout of welcome for me, in ad- vance, from the whole delightful party. They promised me no end of attention, for myself and my friends, and they would all be at home next month to receive us. I said I could not speak for my friends, but I would myself try and arrange to go over soon. May I depend upon you, Tom, to hasten the expedition? The Pro- fessor will be responsible for us. We must have Holt for spokesman, and Cuthbert to do the disagreeable without which Englishmen in a foreign country would not be recognized." « Tom thought things might be arranged. Fred was asleep by this time, and Robert vouchsafed no remark. " But to return to my dinner," said Lord Bolton ; " my hostess asked me if I had seen many Americans in Paris." I answered, * yes, but mostly in the streets and Boulevards.' ' They make some show and perhaps some noise,' she said, apologetically. But a great deal that is unfair is said of these people. They are sometimes vulgar, but they are not unkind, and if they are ostenta- tious, they are generous. They are not all million- aires, but they have been blessed with thrift; they can't stay at home in the hot cities, and it is as easy to spend the summer in Europe as at the extravagant watering places of their own country. They measure blessings by what they cost, because they have not a n 44 PROFESSOR CONANT. ^'Mi Mil '!;.*! i^li II : ": i'lllH \m- better standard. They know, for example, that pictures are evidences of refinement ; but how should they know the difference between a mere daub and a work of genius? Many of them have grown suddenly rich without any refined ideas of the use of money. And after all, they are only a fraction of the Americans who travel. They attract attention, and you judge us all by their ostentation. Americans generally here are polite and cultivated people. But of course this noisy class provokes prejudice. You have examples of the same fortunates in England, but they don't occur in swarms as with us. American vulgarity, indeed ! What do you think a Shoreditch cabman would do, going to bed poor at night and awaking the master of millions ? He would build a castle, first — rival Buckingham Palace, or Marl- boro' House, that he might be master of a mansion — in the like of which, and in its humbler rooms, he had waited for charity crusts in his boyhood. You will find vulgar Englishmen enough here, but they are gentle- men at home ; that's only their traditional character in a foreign country ; but you do not find Englishmen of the same class as our tourists with the same fortunes. *Far from being ashamed of my countrymen, because they are vulgar, I ain inclined to pity yours, who are tied to poverty and have not the means to air their vul- garity at foreign courts." " That was an eye-opener," said Fred, who was awake now, " and, my Lord, you recite with wonderful pre- cision ; you were born for the stage." " Thank you," said my Lord in good humor, " I half I think I have surpassed myself. "Well, these excellent people will go to America with us, and you will see if Ij have been too cheaply charmed." I" THE AMERICAN COUSIN DAZZLES MT LORD. 45 ires now kof ricli And who til by polite class same yarms lo you i poor woulil : Marl- All London, for a week, had been chanting the praises of Professor Conant's first speech in Parliament. It had displayed great power in the House, and had struck the popular key-note in the country. It was a masterly arraignment of his opponents on the dangers of their policy and the shortcomings of their latest adminis- tration. It was what ought to have been said before, and just what the popular ear had been longing for. The friendly newspapers recognized its worth, though they had not been prepared for its oratorical complete- ness. They saw in Dr. Conant the coming man, and it was time to see a firmer hand grasp public afi'airs, for all interests, at home and abroad. Economy must be rigorously enforced, and the British lion must growl, if the British people would be respected by foreign nations. Not that Dr. Conant had spoken in this strain, but the leaders of opinion used hackneyed battle cries, and rode over country with a loose reign when pop- ular enthusiasm was to be aroused. But the adversary was on the alert, and feared the speech had been impru- dent and dan^rerous. Great learning, eloquence of dic- tion, oratorical power — all these were conceded ; but na- tions were ruled by concession and compromise, and not by rhetoric, however polished, or logic, however exact. But these deprecations fell upon unwilling ears. The peo- ple still hoard the graceful periods, the pathetic appeals, and the wise admonitions of ^he orator, and from that moment he became their idol. He had won his spurs in the House and the nation claimed him as a leader. While all this was going on in the city, a very warm and pardonable interest was felt in the Conant mansion. Mrs. Conant had nover been too well reconciled to her husband's enrering public life. She know that political }'■ '■ IM j " I i ! ': ill 1' '■■'•] '1 li li 1 ' 1 ;|| ' li Ml ii'l :!'illi ill! E : t i'l'ii-^ 46 PROFESSOR CONANT. and parliamentary duties would sadly encroach on the Professor's home-life, and Tom had thought that his father's studious habits and quiet tastes would be sadly broken in upon by the exactions and excitements of active political duties. But the die was cast, the prize was won, and doubts and regrets were forgotten. Mrs. Conant confessed that she received congratulations upon her husband's success with assumed indifference, though her heart was full of interest and pride ; but Tom was outspoken at all times, and declared without reserve that he would rather be the son of his father than heir to the proudest earldom in the Kingdom. The Doctor himself was worn with the great labor of preparation and the exhaustion of long speech, and, as he said, was " laid up a few days for repairs." He had gained a great success, to which, however, he always felt himself equal; and he was thankful. If he was destined to higher honors, he would strive to beor them meekly and well ; but if he knew himself, his liighest ambitions were not personal ; he would be gratified by successful service to his country and his kind. He had been overwhelmed by congratulations, which were grateful to him, and by hints of higher work to which he must shortly be called. He was ready for greater burdens, but he knew they would detain him still more from his favorite studies and his sweet domestic life. The soft strains of "Home, Sweet Home," were heard in an adjoining room, and he knev; that his wife was re- calling the melody. " Yes, darling," he said, and the tears filled his eyes, " let it ever be * Home, Sweet Home ! * "What are these huzzas and plaudits but the changing breath of an hour ? Love and rest abide only by one's hearthstone." CHAPTEE YI. A VOICE mOM THE TROSSACHS. At breakfast, one morning, Tom received a dainty little note, addressed "Capt. Thomas Conant, Guards, Belmont House, May Fair." And that gentle- man read aloud the words following : m Cox's Hotel, Jermyn St., , 18— My Dear Capt. Conant : We have just returned from Scotland, where we liave been visit- ing friends, and wliere everybody is wild about your fatlier's great speech in the House of Commons last week. My uncle says it re- calls the days of Burke and Slieridan, and would you mind if I tell you that he added Webster, too ? I road every word of it by a Trossachs' lamp light, and though I am only a girl, and I dare say did not understand it all, I thought it magnificent, like Macaulay. I could not sleep for hours, and I tlid not wonder that the i ?ople were roused and electrified. I wish I could have heard the rich tones as they fell upon the enchanted ears of the listeners. What a God-given gift is speech! And ex- cept that their work remains, how inferior is the painter or the sculptor to the great masters of eloquence ! My uncle is calling out that my letter will be too long. But you won't misunderstand me, Capt. Conant. You will forgive my enthusiasm over the great event which has electrified a nation, but in which I am chiefly con- cerned with what it brings to my friends. Surely Dr. Conant is pleased with his great triumph, and Mrs. Conant will regard hers as the lot whicli only falls to few women — while her devoted son will not misinterpret the interest aiid the friendship which move [mo to write this. ' 48 PROFESSOR CONANT. , I ill II With kindest love to your father and mother, and regards to yourself, Yours sincerely, Agnes Winthrop. " Oil, she is a good girl," said Mrs. Conant ; " I wish you could have seen more of Dr. Elmwood, dear ; I think them charming people." The Professor said he had met Dr. Elmwood several times, and had found him a man of good breeding and of enlightened views. " It was no surprise to me, as it seems to have been with some of our friends, to meet an accomplished gentleman from America, because I knew he was as likely to be found there as in the most polished European society. The prevalence of sudden wealth in the large American cities, to an extent not known in other countries, brings the rough class to the surface, and it will require a generation to refine them ; but there is a charming and necessarily exclusive society in America, equal in all the essentials of good breeding to anything you will find on this side of the water, and it bears as large a proportion to the whole population as does refined society here ; while you see influences disturbi]ig the lower strata, the masses, and setting before them the incentives to improve themselves and elevate their children,, in a degree unknown to us." " Miss Winthrop is a lovely girl," said Mrs. Conant. " She is a child yet, but she has the tact of a woman and the information and culture of mature years. This is a noble little letter she has written, and we must waive ceremony and call upon them this very morning." "I am disengaged," said the Professor. Tom said nothing, but perhaps he thought, they had forgotten j A VOICE FROM THE TR03SACUS. 49 w tliat the dear little note had been written to him. So they paid a morning call at the dingy old English Hotel, to find their friends at home, and delighted to receive them. The Professor was the hero, and the young lady was full of kindness and compliments. Mrs. Conant, too, was remembered with the gentlest and most undemonstrative flattery. And Tom, who might have been forgotten but for little Miss "Win- throp's ready tact, was made the happiest of the morn- ing callers. " I like this dingy old hotel," said Dr. Elmwood to the Professor, looking round at the capacious and well- furnished rooms. " You generally find the best people here," said the Professor. "The late proprietor was a remarkable man and an advanced spiritualist. He used to tell strange stories of his experiences. In his time, Wilson, the great apostle of Spiritualism, made his home here. It was in this room that Lord Brougham and Sir David Brewster held their memorable investigations. It was said that Brougham was staggered at first by what he saw, but Sir David was consistently orthodox. I think they both agreed at last to report in a sense adverse to the pretensions of Wilson." Dr. Elmwood, who was greatly interested in what he had seen in London, called it the survival of the seven wonders of the world. And, manifestly, he wanted to [talk about it. To him, it was the great centre of [thought, of boundless wealth and fabulous develop- lent. There was want of taste, there were November fogs and smoke ; but where else do you encounter the traditions, the antiquities, Dick Whittington, Prince Tal, Qiir-en Bess, Charles the First, and Cromwell ? It 8 i! 50 PROFESSOR CONANT. [Jill 'ilii hi! !lil III S':.\-\\ was with a strange emotion, he said, that an American descendant of Englishmen trod for the first time the old soil. In all the busy throng about him there might not be one of his kith or kin : but, for the nonce, he had gone back to the musty ages when his fathers occupied where he was now a reverent stranger. He had stood at the tomb of Napoleon in the Hotel des Invalides, in Paris, and while a thoughtless multitude chattered around, he was over awed in the great presence. He heard the clangor of arms, the shouts of battle from Austerlitz, Marengo, and Waterloo, and, as if to recall still earlier conflicts, there seemed to fall upon his ear the echoes of that voice, " Soldiers ! from these pyra- mids the deeds of forty centuries look down upon you !" So to him, in "Westminster, the dead past was animate with the living memory of deeds. His imagination peopled the chambers of death, and re-enacted the his- torical activities of the past. A Londoner is open to the misfortune of regarding all such thoughts with the familiarity that breeds contempt ; but they are sacredly enshrined in the heart of the American, who is capable of reverent emotions, and who knows the history of England and understands his own. As Mrs. Conant rose to go, Tom proposed a drive in the park ; but the Professor pleaded an engagement, and finally it was arranged that, as Miss "Winthrop pre- ferred to walk, she and Tom should stroll together. "Ij like to be self-reliant," she said to Tom's mother.] "Some of my English young lady friends are half- scandalized at my original views; but I never tookj kindly to a chaperon." "You can't come to harm with my Tom to guard! you," said Mrs. Conant, proudly ; and the young people! A VOICE FROM THE TROSSACHS. 51 pyra- you! limate .nation he Hs- )pen to ith the acreclly capable itory oi drive m ineBt, L2e 1 Irop pTG Itlier. other. m ire kver tooM I to giia" »cf peo ,Ta sauntered toward an aimless destination, each conscious only of the other's presence, and both caring only, if the truth must be told, to be left to themselves. To that extent, it was a natural, but not of necessity a very serious feeling, and might have been shared by dozens of their young friends, who only occupied a half-interested, and half-indifferent relation to each other. "You received my note this morning?" she asked. "Was it in bad taste for a little girl to feel so much interested in a great man ? Uncle was doubt- ful if I should write it, because he was uot sure of the customs here. But I felt an irresistible desire to share my joy with you all, and I said, What is the difference between telling him what I would say if I saw him, and writing the same thing in a note ? I hope I did not shock you, Capt. Conant." "You delighted us all, Miss Winthrop, with your great kindness, and you honored me most by ad- dressing me." "Then let it pass for the right thing," said Miss Winthrop ; " one does not know always where to * draw the line ' among the customs of a strange country." " We were pleased for my father's sake," said Tom, " but we had as much faith in him before the great speech, as we had afterwards. We loved him neither more nor less ; and, as to his distinctions, he had won honors in other fields before he entered Parliament." " I have a great veneration for the English House of Commons," said his fair companion, '* the first body of gentlemen in the world. I was taught that at school in my own country, and I hope I am not the less an American, because I learned that the British Parlia- y Tl' ,i 'l^\' lii'illii' i I! i!|| 62 PROFESSOR CONANT. ment affords ono of tlio broadest fields for the exercise of a noble liumaii effort. To liavo excelled in the ancient halls, that have echoed with the eloquence of Pitt, and Fox, and Burke, and Sheridan, seems wonder- ful to me, in these degenerate days, when eloquence is so rare a gift, and popular fervor is so slow to kindle ; but I see you laugh, and I know I am beyond my depth ; my uncle says young girls are such talkers." "Pray don't excuse yourself," said Tom, " for talk- ing well. I often feel it would be a great boon to know what to say. I should envy your gifts if I were not so proud to see you exercise them, and only second to graceful speech is a facile pen. Your note was charm- nig. " Do you remember where Falstaff says * No more o' that Hal, an' thou lovest me ? ' " She had not intended to make the occasion for him, but what man would not have thought of it? And yet he was not precipitate, but let it pass, and, looking earnestly into her face, said : " I hope you have not written me your List note, and I also hope that I may be permitted to v/rite you when I cannot see you. May I ? " he asked in a low voice ; and after a long pause, during which she re- turned his earnest look, she answered : " Great occa- sions may excuse some divergence, but we must observe the rules in steady weather." " How much I wish you could be in America when I am there," he said ; " it would be so jolly to meet such a friend in a strange country." " What is your object in going ? " she asked abruptly ; " Is it fun, or information ? Is Mr. Cuthbert a friend of yours ? He told me he was to be one of your party. I do not think he will lead you to deep study. Would A VOICE FROM THE TROSSACIIS. 63 you lieed a real friend, who would love to serve you ? The son of Professor Conant will have great oppor- tunities in America. Fashion will open wide her doors, but literature, art, science, all the rational agencies and economies of life will gladly contribute to your store if you find time to encourage them. You are startled at such views from me, but I have been a little trained in these matters. I must tell you more of my people before you go. They all know you now, and I have a darling brother, who will be eager to meet and welcome you when you arrive. Boston, you will find like an English city ; it abounds in wealth and culture, but society is quiet there. New York is more mercurial and versatile ; but you will see for yourself. It is worth your while to make America a study. I know this from my brother. He says young Englishmen go over for * a spree,' and neglect their opportunities of observation. Avoid that, for your own sake. I want you, and you ought, to understand my country as well as your own." " You shall teach me," said Tom, " now and here." " Are you candid ? " was her response, " or do you trifle with me ? I have heard, though I do not believe it, that a rational confidence is impossible between a man and a woman. Is that true ? Are you to verify it this morning? " " Upon my word," said Tom, " I listen, with the deepest interest to all you say, and I will follow your advice, but you amaze me with the breadth of your views, and the apparent maturity of your thought." " Are you candid, again ? Oh, perhaps I am preco- cious," she said, " or it may be that unusual interest has developed unusual powers." i £ •:i 54 PROFESSOR CONANT. !! I.:; 1 1' 'Mill' " Are you interested in me, Miss Winthrop ? " Tom awkwardly rejoined. "Why ask me a question which my actions have answered ? " said the young lady, archly. " Your interest is reciprocated, my dear Miss Win- throp." "Ah, now we are approaching forbidden ground," said the lady, as she pointed to an impassable barrier in front of them, which they were nearing. " The poor Heidelberg school-girl may need a chaperon after all, unless you promise to be very good, and only say such things as a school-girl ought to hear. I am going back to Germany in a fev/ ^ays, and when we have to say 'good-bye' there should be no blush, or pang, born of imprudent confidences, or premature avowals. Another year at school ! And in that time the world must be a sealed book to me ! " " But may I not hope ? " said Tom passionately. " We will return," said Miss Winthrop, " wiser and better for the experiences of the morning." And so, at the door of the old hotel, they parted as they had met, in good spirits — Tom to seek his rooms, and to be en- grossed in his meditations, and little Miss Winthrop to hide her emotions as she stood with pretended uncon- cern at the door. On her return from the hotel that morning, Mrs. Conant found a note from Robert Holt, which agitated and alarmed her. It related to her protegts at the hos- pital. The man, as Mrs. Conant knew, had died some days before of the fever. The unfortunate woman had breathed her last the previous night. Both had re- mained unconscious or delirious to the last. The woman sometimes had raved about a crime and a con- A VOICE FROM THE TROSSACnS. 55 fession, but all attempts to obtain information from her had failed, and she died with her secret, such as it was, locked in her poor, stricken heart. Holt was himself ill, but he had provided for such service as remained to be rendered. Tlie child was well, and would bo fur- ther cared for. Mr. Holt begged his aunt not to trouble herself, as there was nothing she could do. Above all things, she must not go to the hospital, nor visit him, as his physician entertained fears that he might have contracted the fever there ; but to provide against the worst, he must put his house in order, and would make ample provision for the wants of the child. " There is nothing to show," the letter said, " that this child was not born of these parents. The woman spoke French as well as English. Did they come from France ? I believe the child is of gentle blood, but where are her friends, and how can we find them? The child's life will be blighted if it grows up as the acknowledged offspring of vulgarity and vice. Can we keep her secret? Or ought we not to advertise her story in hope of tracing her friends ? I am irrita- ble, and these things worry me. In a day or two, when I am well again, you will let me call and talk to you. It all seems to me of so much importance, that I want to take the Professor into my confidence." " Robert is right," mused Mrs. Conant, " my husband must advise us. But in the meantime, the poor boy is ill, and I must go to him. Is it safe ? I have found myself a hundred times impervious to contagion, and I don't believe Robert is stricken with any contagious disease, it may be only a simple fever, or more likely it may be a false alarm. Even if there were danger, I must go. And yet, perhaps, that would mean danger to l! ii 06 PROFESSOR CONANT. imi! ij;: !ii m m m iin m:!iii:i!i : -:i ili!!iil|r;r;:!i |iiiB^''iii our little daughter, my husband's darling and my own. But this letter was written in the early morning. Hours have intervened. The conditions may have changed — he may be better or worse. I must see." In the after- noon there came a message from Robert again. He was better and apprehended no further trouble. He would pay his respects on the morrow. At that mo- ment there arose a great noise as of an earthquake from the dining-room below. "That is a frolic, indeed," thought Mrs. Conant ; " that's Tom's way of entertaining his little sister," and the child, who had escaped from both Tom and the nurse, ran wildly to her mother for protection. " Oh, Tom," said his mother, " how can you tease her so ? " The child from the shelter of its mother's arms, regarded him with defiance, and cried out, " Do it again, Tom." " You see," he said, " she has not been teased against her will, mother. She is father's child. How little she resembles you ! It follows that she is not a beauty in the esthetic sense ; but to me her strong, lithe little form, with its romping grace and poetry of motion, is superior to all conventional beauty, and then her bound- less good nature and joyous spirits make her the jolli- est of little girls with whom to kick up a row. Then look at her face, the red pouting lips, made on purpose to kiss, the honest gray eyes, with arched brows — that nose is father's own — and the whole likeness, except that it is a smaller type, is so exact, that I often laugh over it." " Oh yes, she is like her father in looks, in dispo- sition, in everything," said Mrs. Conant ; " but, some- times, I think her side face is like yours, and, you know, ii!: i:.i^!iii! A VOICE FROM THE TROSSACnS. 57 they used to say you resembled me, Tom. It was a poor compliment to you, perhaps, but do you know, I used to be proud of it. I don't know that I wouldn't be so to this day. She is as mischievous as you used to be, at any rate, and in your most boisterous moods you were more noisy than your mother, and she is like you there again ; and I may say for you both, that when your attention is arrested, by anything touching, or pathetic, you are full of self-denial, and as gentle and sympathetic as a nun. But I suppose the more aggress- ive and masculine traits, would be a tower of strength in more trying times, and when rougher work is to be done. You will soon go away from me, Tom, and it will be a great trial to part with you, though I know it will be in the way of duty as well as of pleasure ; but a mother's love is selfish, let the poets sing as they may." * " Oh, I shall not bo gone long, and I shall come back to you laden with tales of the unknown land, — and it is a land of mystery, of great resources, of vast possi- bilities, and of a future that may some day outshine the splendors of all climes and countries. I hope I may have time, as I am sure I have the inclination, to make myself acquainted with all I see. You, my dear little mother, will miss me, I know, but you will always feel sure of my love and my prayers. What a home I leave, and what a mother ! What have I ever done to be worthy of them ? But I have an ambition so to labor in the days to come, that honors may be- fall me in my country's service ; that some day it may be fairly said of me, that I left the world not unworthy of my family. and its fame." Holt called the next morning, and found Mrs. Conant n I ! I 'f^ 68 PROFESSOR CONANT. M\}\: in '!■ I 'i'ii; '•! •' i! Ill 1. I i li; i ! 1 . , with the Professor, waiting for him. He said he had been ill the morning before, and the doctor's fears added to his discomfort, but he had grown speedily- better, and a good night's sleep had restored him to his wonted good health. Ho had been worried lately and had naturally felt the wear and tear. ""W"ell, you seem to bo all right now," said the Pro- fessor. " After what your aunt told me, I waited for you. Indiscriminate charity often leads to embarrass- ment, and your poor proteges did not gain much by your benevolence, I am sure. If they had been relieved through the recognized channels, something might have been got from the woman, to shed light on your pres- ent darkness. It might have been found out that the poor child was hers, or the story of its abduction might have been told." " I don't think so," said Mrs. Conant. " The vaga- ries of the woman were the result of disease and would have displayed themselves all the same, to whatever influence she had been subjected. But it is a sad story we have to tell, and there is a fearful dark- ness nil around us." "There is leit us only the child," said Bobert, "audi that is so innocent and sprightly in the midst of its! misfortunes, that it nestles strangely into my heart. Itl would be a sad blight on its life, to grow up as thel acknowledged offspring of these unknown outcasts,! Secrecy is the only safeguard, and the sad story isj known only to us three. My faith is strong in the ideal that they abducted the child from respectable parents,! who, probably, were expected to pay a ransom ; but 1| have no proof. The child itself is evidence to me thati was bcrn to better things. It has nothing in commoiij I A VOICE FROM THE TROS SACHS. 59 with those vagrants. But there is not a shred of evidence to speak of better days. The woman let fall enough to suggest that the child had been abc'^ucted, though she fell short of any statement. She raved of a crime, she promised a confession, and once, in her wanderings, she declared that she had never intended to do the child harm. She spoke of him, who had misled her, as a monster, and she seemed to have a conscience, and, at times, some refined feeling. But if the child has friends, we should hear of them. The newspapers ought to be full of the outrage ; if it has been stolen, the crime must have occurred within a few weeks. If this were a romance, a clever novelist would find some family mark, locket, or needlework, or a convenient scar to serve as a means of identification. But we are absolutely in the dark, and the child is too young to aid us. The woman spoke French like a native. It is [not likely that she learned the language in London, [ad they come from a foreign country, Belgii-m or i'rance perhaps ? Might the abduction have occurred fn one of the provinces, and the news not have reached fhe metropolitan journals ? Suppose, first, that the Barents liadbeen travelling, and that the child liad been [eft with this woman, as nurse, and then that the man lad seduced the woman from her duty, and the parents lad not yet returned . Ah me ! how could they ? all lat is absurd. They must have left friends, who would [ave noticed the child's disappearance, and the alarm jould have been given. I speculate upon all this night id da3^ While the woman lived there was still hope, ^it now the darkness grows thicker, hour by hour. I weary and disheartened, and I brood over the pamity as if it were, as it really is, my own." M 60 PROFESSOR CONANT. % " The misfortunes of life are distributed among mill- ions of sufferers," said tlie Professor, " and the duty of the charitable is to alleviate want and woe ; but wliilo \\ our benevolence is God-like, and our sympathies heaven-born, we cannot personally take upon ourselves the load of suffering of all these poor multitudes. That has only been done once ; unaided human nature is not equal to it." " Oh, I know what you mean, and you are right," said Holt, "but my sympathies are exceptional, and irresistible. I have tried to be reasonable, but I am the helpless creature of uncontrollable impulse. Some- times when I am alone, in the shadows of the wee sma hours, I seem to hear a sublime voice urging me on, as i if some great work w^ere underlying all this mystery. I am not superstitious, and I know better, yet, in mj calmest moments, I would not dare withdraw a hair's breadth from the line I have laid down for myself. You may think mo demented, but you must deal with me asl I am, and who knows but that child, and these events,] are in some way connected with my destiny." "This is dreadful, Kobert," said Mrs. Conant. "YodI suffer from a strange prostration; perhaps change o!| scene would restore you." "Well, no," said Holt, " I do not act an unwilliDJ part. When once I have settled upon my course it m be easy enough. Aunt, I must adopt that child as m,J r" oicn " Nonsense," said the Professor ; " that course woulj expose you to ridicule and possibly to scandal. But ' have talked enough about this to-day. The riddle some day solve itself, and perhaps unexpectedlj Meantime, you are right, the affair should be kepts A VOICE FROM THE TROSSACHS. 61 quiet as possible ; and, perhaps, in a few days, we shall find ourselves guided as to the course you should pur- sue. So off, now, with your aunt, for a drive and recrea- tion, and I will go to an engagement for which, I fear, I am late." IP CHAPTEE YII. « THE JOLLIEST TRIP EVER PROJECTED. j» After a sojourn of two or three days in London, Lord Bolton had returned to Paris, and had spent the week in the society of his American friends. His in- terest in them had increased as he knew them better, and they , how coukl they ue indifferent to . the attentions of a man of Lord Bolton's parts and station? He had written Tom to get his leave, and to muster friends for an early voyage. His Lordship spoke kindly of the Professor, and of his late distinction, and expressed the belief that he would be speedily called to higher duties ; but he hoped that they would not interfere with this American trip, upon which he had set his heart. "The Professor must go," he wrote; "who more than he, after this harassinf:^ session, needs change of scene and relaxation? I know there will be strong pressure brought to detain him by some of his friends, as well as by the agents of party; but I leave you to plead our cause as best you may, and I am sure not vainly. We shall have the addition of this charming party of Americans, if we are ready to go by the same steamer. I think I told you who they are, but they liave been recruited by a young couple who were in Switzerland when I was here before. The lady is from the States, and is of remarkable beauty and refinement ; the gentleman is of i I • -\m « 777^ JOLLIEST TRIP EVER PROJECTED:* 63 Canadian birth, but of Frencli descent, and is the head of a family of the old noblesse, of which there are still some scions in Canada. They are people of large wealth, I believe, and they reside in Quebec, the classic scene of Wolfe's conquest, and the only walled town in America. The lady wears an expression of sadness, which, to my mind, is not complimentary to her hand- some lord, whom, nevertheless, her large blue eyes S( m always to follow with nervous adoration, which she does not disguise. He met her, while he was * sowing his wild oats,' in the capital of his fatherland. I am told that these young French provincials of rank and fortune are both wicked and extravagant in the world of fashion here, and are much in request in some circles. At all events, these people married here, only a few years ago, and they will be our compacjnons de voyage. Could we not catch the fine steamer Alaric, and sail on the fifteenth proximo, from Liverpool, with our friends for New York? You will, I am sure, forgive this trouble, as yoa are the only friend who has leisure, whom I could trust with a delicate mission." " It never rains, but it pours," thought Tom ; which wise and original observation was explained by the fact that he had just met Dr. Elmwood in the Strand, who had told him that Miss "Winthrop would probably go home with him by the same steamer, on account of recent occurrences in her family. That night Tom tele- graphed to Lord Bolton, that Col. Lyons, Fred Cuth- bert, and himself were ready ; but, that his father and Robert Holt could not answer for a day or two. " Tell them not to spoil the jolliest trip ever pro- jected," was wired back, in reply, and Tom, weary with his day's work, retired early. But it was not decreed i^^ii mpii "ill iiiii iiiii ill! Iil'i n' 64 PROFESSOR CONANT. that the trip should be spoiled, or that my Lord should be disappointed. The Professor had manap;ed it by promising to return early, and Robert, by the assurance of Mrs. Conant that she would look after the baby. As to that very young lady, it had. been agreed that for the present her secret should be kept, although the necessity was apparent that the nurse should be more or less trusted. Robert had confidence in her, and kept her in his service. Cautious advertisements addressed to " the parents of a lost child," v/ere insert- ed in the ^rel.^h and English metropolitan journals, and we may as well anticipate the future by avowing that they led to no results ; nobody thought of America as a possible field ol inquiry. Meantime, the infant grew and prospered, and was not even interested in the photographs which its foster-father insisted on taking with him across the water, or conscious of the emotion with which, on the eve of his journey, he bade her a tender farewell. Tom took Dr. Elmwood to the House of Commons one night, where they heard the veteran Prime Minis- ter summing up the work of the session. Every- thing, but the conduct of the opposition, which he mildly regretted, was painted couhur de rose. The ad- ministration of the year had apparently paved the way for the millennium to be rung in ; abroad, peace pre- vailed, where war had threatened ; at home, except that there was some obstruction in the House, and some turbulence outside of it, contentment and pros- perity prevailed. "A loyal Englishman may safely leave the country in such hands," said the Doctor. "The House will be dull after this. You shall first point out to me a few of the distinguished men in |i «' TEE JOLLIEST TRIP EVER PROJECTED:' 65 the fcuse, whom I have not met, and then we will re- pair to my rooms, where we shall find friends, who will be glad to welcome us." " Do you see the benignant face of that old gentle- man," said Tom, " who is speaking to my father just now ? He is the great leader of the Peace party, and the finest orator in England." **0h, I know him well," said the Doctor, " his name is a household word in America." "Well, he has a difficult path to tread, sometimes, and one could not subscribe to all his teaching ; but I would rather enjoy his reputation than sit with the peers of the realm. And that nervous young man who sits opposite him, near the table, is Lord North, a cousin of Bolton's. He leads a Tory faction of the House. He has been making rather a fiery record here, but his industry and pluck, and above all, his long and noble lineage, will bring him to the front, when his time comes. That tall, graceful member standing on the right of the speaker's chair, is Mr. O'Halloran, the leader of the Irish Home Rulers. He and his party have been the * obstructives ' of the session, claiming that the way to get concessions from John Bull is to bully and annoy him. It is our national calamity, this Irish question, and Ireland is the avenging Nemesis of Eng- land, as you well know. But, I believe, there are few Englishmen who would not be glad to do her justice, if they could see their way without pulling the temple about their heads." "After all, I know these men by appearance and I reputation," said the Doctor, " but I had not recognized jthera in the distant gaslight." " Heigho," said Tom, " I am tired and prosy. Let 66 PROFESSOR CONANT. ih us go ; " and the two gentlemen walked rapidly in the direction of Jermyn Street, to find Miss Winthrop entertaining Fred Cuthbert and half a dozen young friends. " Oh, Capt. Conant," she said, "I do hope you are coming by the Alaric, so that we may all go home together. Mr. Cuthbert speaks doubtfully of the time you are likely to sail, but I think it would be wicked if you do not come with us." "Oh, Fred teases everybody with his uncertain ways," said his sister, Miss Alice Cuthbert, saucily; " and if he had been the good brother he pretends, he might have induced Capt. Conant to persuade his mother to accompany the Professor, and I might go under her protection." " At first we did not propose," said Tom, " To burden yourself with ladies," chimed in Miss Alice, with assumed petulance ; " but a party, now in Paris, is likely to join us, and when I found Miss "Win- throp would also do us that honor, I did try to per- suade my mother to come ; but she pleaded inconven- ience, and finally said she had absolute engagements, which must detain her here for the next few weets. You know she has a colony of poor people under her charge ; she has to distribute to some, and provide for others, and I do believe she is fast becoming one of the hardest worked women in England." "It is a noble work," said Dr. Elmwood. "Yes, I would rather be a successful dispenser of I charities ; I would rather devote my life to elevate the poor, or to feed them — to bind up the wounds of those j who have fallen by the way, to wipe the tears a assuage the grief of the broken hearted, than to reignj as Queen of England." " TUE JOLLIEST TRIP EVER PROJECTED.'' 67 the brop oung jyoa home » time kedif ertain lucily ; ids, lie tnotlier under in Miss now in lss Win- to per- iconven- ;ement8, "weets. nder lier Dvide for ne of tlie "Yes, Agnes! " said several young ladies in concert. But Miss Cutlibert, nothing daunted, returned to the charge. " Mrs. Conant might surely bo just as good, and at the same time enjoy recreation and pleasure. The poor she will always have with her, but she can't always go to America with me." "Oh, Alice," said her brother, "you should think be- fore you speak ; your pug would die of sea-sickness on the voyage, and surely you could not think of leaving it behind." " My husband shall punish your impertinence some day, sir," she retorted. Further discussion showed what the company thought, and the current opinion convinced Tom that his mother ought to go ; but he was not able to persuade her. He did not know of her engagements to Robert Holt's child. m li* jenser oi levatetlie of those teatii anil to reign \ i } CHAPTER VIII. "GOING DOWN TO THE SEA IN SHIPS.'' '";:!ii!;i:;l!l'" • I !i l"i' ,; Time sped, and our travellers were busy with their adieux to friends, and with their preparations for the voyage. Lord Bolton, whose confidence in the Captain and his good ^--hip did not extend to what he called her library, her lu,rder, or her cellar, had furnished choice books, rare delicacies, and old wines ; and every one provided necessaries which were never again seen dur- ing the voyage. Fred gathered prescriptions, given him by anxious friends, at the clubs and the street corners, against that terrible ailment — mal de mer. The Professor, overwhelmed with work, was still doubt- ful whether ho could go or not, and when Tom took an affectionate leave of his family, it was an open question whether his father would or v/ould not be able to join them at Queenstown, by a Sunday flight through Ire- land, by rail. He dreaded to start. He half dreaded, he told Mrs. Conant, lest some calamity should befall i her while he was gone. But she who had committed her darling son to the merciless deep, Mt that allj would be safer if her husband bore him company. Be- sides, the Professor needed rest. She would persuade] him gently, by-and-bye, she said to Tom ; for the pres-i sent, she did not doubt he would go. Fred tenderljj embraced his family, and had been overwhelmed vn mock reproaches from his sister, who still comi plained. lif "OOTNG DOWN TO TUB SEA IN SHIPS." 69 The time of the ship's departure depends upon the tide, and it was by a night journey to Liverpool that our tourists reached the sea. Tliat sprightly town was shrouded in fog, and drenched in its accustomed rains, on the eventful morning. The hotels were thronged with passengers, bound for the Alaric, and for other steamers ; and the piles of baggage, from the tiny valise to the huge " Saratoga " of fashion, that blocked the streets, had rather the appearance of a military ex- pedition than the peaceful outfit of quiet travellers. The fine steamer lay, a majestic sight, in the distant waters ; a dingy tug was the only means of approaching her. The shop-keepers are on the alert, the hack-men are reaping fortunes, everybody hurries, as if the first on the tug would be the first at home. The crowds on the little tug can find no rest or comfort, except in the hope that they may soon be able to leave her; and, when Tom had climbed up the side of the great steamer, and went to the state-room that had been allotted him, he found two or three excited people claiming it, and the purser explaining that their own quarters were this way or that, and they themselves declaring that the geography of the ship was an impenetrable puzzle. It would all be plain enough in a day or two, but one could not master the magnificent distances at first sight. Tom sought the deck, and was crushed by the crowd of j jostling and excited passengers. On the one hand, was the broad expanse of the sea around him ; on the [other, lay the great city in the distance, with its mag- lificent wharves and its far-stretching environs. The fresh breeze, freighted with briny odors, fanned his cheeks, and the fieecy clouds, far away, assumed the fantastic shapes of antique men and women, who beck- !l I: ' 70 PROFESSOR CONANT. mm oned him out to the deep waters. It was the begin- ning of a new life. What had it in store for him? Would the peaceful wave befriend him, or was ho to be lashed and overwhelmed with the dangers which had made seafaring perilous since the earliest days, when men "went down to the sea in ships?" From the times of Jonah and Ulysses, no skill guaranteed immunity from the dangers of angry waters. He did not fear ; he only pondered, as the bravest and most experienced mariners had done in all time before. What was his life compared with the vast waste of ages, which could only be computed when the " sea should give up her dead?" But he would rouse and re- assure himself, and look after the comfort of liis friends. "Have you seen Mr. Holt?" he asked of his ser- vant. " No, sir ; but Col. Lyons is in his cabin, and Mr. Cuthbert is beyond the wheel-house yonder." " What are you doing there, Fred ? " " Oh, I'm rehearsing," said the other, as he leaned over the ship's rail ; " I dare say I shall get used to it, and I am learning to go it alone." " Are you sick in these still waters, and the ship not In motion? " "I am discounting the future," said Fred, slowly, " after the manner of the Jews. I am practising atti- tudes in my hour of strength, and against the day of j need ; I am drawing on my imagination at about two hours sight. I expect to attract attention. I shall be- come the distinguished passenger. Don't you see tliej advantage of my studying my pose ? " Tom, with an ejaculation of " nonsense," turned away;| ''GOING DOWN TO THE SEA IN SHIPS." 71 he was in no mootl for hadinagCy and he would see if he could bo useful to others. " Why, Holt," he said, " you look desolate. Are you really forlorn at leaving home? Well, I am sad my- self ; and yet we English are notorious wanderers. Per- haps the race is running out." " I am not cheerful I confess," said Robert, " and yet I don't know why, for nothing would have deterred me from taking this voyage. It is an event in my life. I am not going half willingly, for I seem drawn by un- seen hands. There is some mystery for me in this journey. You will see, perhaps, when it is solved." " You are out of sorts, Robert," said Tom ; " the sea air will restore you." Lord Bolton sauntered into the saloon with Tom, to note the long tables groaning with delf and crystal, and to watch the ample preparations for dinner. "Can I have a private table for ray party?" he asked. The steward looked puzzled, arrangements, sir ? " "None," said his Lordship, seen to this." "They do not know his rank," said Tom, aside. "We are crowded, sir," said the steward; "your friends will be safer to take the seats first, as they want them." " Oh, I'll see the captain," said Tom. "No, stay," said my Lord ; " we will take our chances. Things will regulate themselves in a day or two, and we will commence the practice of equality in our own waters." The great ship steamed slowly out to sea, and by the " Have you made no "James should have 'M n 72 PROFESSOR CONANT. 1 \ time slie was fairly under way dinner was served at a table whicli '^.ould accommodata three hundred, in a ship numbering five hundred first-class passengers. There was ill-concealeJ. irritation from the unfor- tunates left to wait, and whose keen relish of the savory odors did not improve their tempers; while, as in the outer world, the well provided classes paid little heed to the tempted and famished. After dinner. Lord Bolton had been unremitting in his endeavors to bring his friends together at the earli- est moment ; and they had indulged in the cordial com- mon places of strangers. But, in the evening, when they were all ensconced on the broad deck, en famille, and the waves gently washed the ship, and the pale mooii looked wistfully i lown upon them, they forgot the restraints of their first meeting, and their conversation sparkled with wit, and abounded in good nature. How often has the friendship of a life-time been kindled at sea? Social intercourse is more unre- strained, and there is an unconscious search for noveltv and adventure on shipboard; each has the same re- stricted amusements and common inte .ests, the feelings are more easily touched, and there is less distracting competition and -variety than are found in the great world of society, with the lixed rules that govern it. Some may cavil at this solution, and we do not insist upon it; ; but theso pages will bear witness to the fact that friendships grow rapidly at sea. Mr. and Mrs. Koberts and Miss Eoberts, of "Wash- ington, and M. and Madame De Luynes, of Quebec, Lord Bolton's friends in Paris, were what he had de- scribed them, " charming people ; " and Fred Cuthbert, aside to Mirs "^^'inthrop, had maliciously whispered, ^1 ''GOING DOWN TO THE SEA IN SHIPS.' 73 that tliere would shortly be another case of a great Lord prostrate before an American beauty. Our travellers were spending a pleasa it evening, and were already on the footing of friends. Fred was in unusual spirits, and had forgotten his sea-sickness and bis cynicism. Tom and Miss Wi: ohrop were rather selfishly absorbed in each other ; and Eobert Holt was full of fun and anecdotes. The latter seemed to have forgotten the mysteries of his desfiny, toward which he had dreamed the ship was bearing him. M. De Luynes, Robert thought, was an excitabl'> and impetuous talker, intolerant, but witty and clever ; aud Robert observed that his wife was ill at ease when he spoke, as if she feared an extravagance of some sort, perhaps only an imprudence of expression. De Luynes was tall, handsome and intellectual ; but his eyes were restless, and his manner unassured. His fine young face wore a weary look of care, beyond his years, and might have denoted one not unfamiliar with " revelry by night." Madame De Luynes' great beauty was not marred by the tinge of melancholy which had touched her face ; and when her expression was animated by sympathy or by thought, Robert felt that he had never seen anything so lovely. Her sweet voice and gentle manner had at first touched him as indescribably charming : and as the evening wore on, he wondered, could it bo that this rollicking husband was indifferent to such unusual fasci- nations. She, on her part, had not been unobservant of the young man's interest ; and her husband had spoken to her in terms of admiration for him. "He is a scholar and a thirker, and I shall be deceived if you ■Ml ill! 74 PROFESSOR CONANT. do not find him a Christian gentleman," De Luynes said ; and she had answered that his quiet dignity inspired a feeling of restfulness and confidence, as if he were equal to great occasions — one who might defy dangers and rescue the unfortunate from perils. In the midst of these conversations, the heavens were suddenly overcast, and the wind freshened, to be s'^c«;e<>ded by mists and fogs, as so often happens in these weary nights along the coast of Ire- land. The ladies, therefore, heeded the warning to retire. Fred Cuthbert, who had felt a little de trop, up- braided Tom for his dulness all the evening. "Where have you been, and what have you done for the welfare of my fellow travellers and myself?" said Fred. "I wish I had brought Alice, who would at least have scolded me, and that would have been better than to be left without attention." Looking at Lord Bolton, he added, " Why could you not follow an illustrious ex- ample, Tom, and give initial lessons in the only art which is not in danger of being lost? Why, you've been sitting alone the whole evening." "Don't be disagreeable, Fred," said Robert, half alarmed. " Impertinence is not wit, Mr. Cuthbert," said Lord Bolton, with assumed severity ; " but that I love your father I should be tempted to throw you overboard." "I am my father's debtor in many ways," said pred; " but this great forbearance of my Lord I shall credit to his own prudent kindness." There was a laugh, and with cordial " good-nights," the party separated. Half an hour later, Robert found himself discussing I "GOING DOWN TO THE SEA IN SHIPS: 75 '■lies nity IS if defy bvens 3iied, often t Ire- ag to 9, np- iVliere welfare \. "I t have han to Bolton, Dus ex- nly art you've :t, liali (1 Lord v(> your )ard." d Fred; 1 credit Iniglits," scussingl sardines on toast, among other things, with M. Maurice De Luynes, in the saloon. " The Canadian trip to Liverpool is lovely in sum- mer," De Luynes said ; " you descend the river to the Gulf, and the Straits, and you are three days in sight of land before reaching the sea. The ships are fine, the service reasonable, and the voyage out from our Canadian shores is much patronized by people from the States." " I have heard that it is beset with dangers," said Eohert. " Oh, the navigation of the whole Northern Atlantic is somewhat perilous," replied De Luynes. " In earlier days the St. Lawrence route was not well-known, and there were many terrible disasters ; but for years there has been apparent safety. I would not care to return by these boats, they are so crowded with steerage pas- sengers. In the event of serious accident, the number on board would greatly diminish the chances of escape. I always go out from home and return by New York in the Saturday boats for this reason. You have never been in Quebec? The old city will interest one of your taste and acquirements. It is not a commercial city, though its harbor is magnificent, and its railway facilities are, and will be, ample for any trade ; but we are slow to take advantage of our opportunities, and have been over-matched, and often outstripped by more enterprising commercial rivals. A great man once slandered us by saying ^hat no one had as yet been born in Quebec wiio cou' i see beyond her walls. But 1 love the old city, though I wish that, in many things, I had the power to reform her. She has many historical landmarks, and is full of interesting 76 PROFESSOR CONANT. reminiscences. Quebec, moreover, was the theatre upon which those great Apostles, who sought to create French empire on this continent, labored, and if they failed, their successors have maintained a supremacy under foreign rule, which if it had been foreseen a hun- dred years ago, would have shocked her conquerors. These influences have entrenched themselves in their own little province, and are preparing the machinery of a propagandism which nobody understands, and against which nobody provides, but which will make itself felt by-and-bye, in the controversies of the New World. These people have not learned the lessons of liberty, and they are dangerous to her ; but, beyond their own small jurisdiction, their methods are not understood, and no one is preparing to withstand their aggussions when the time comes. It seems a small affair by the light of the moment; but a great contest is brewing between those who love freedom and those who have been its traditional enemies ; and Englishmen will re- pent in sack-cloth and ashes the hostile forces they have been unconsciously fostering, in territories they once wrenched from old France in America." " You surprise me," said Robert, with deep interest. " It is a long, sad story,' added De Luynes, slowly ; " but if it interests you, we will talk more about it by- and-bye." CHAPTEE IX. (( ALL WENT MERRY AS. A MARRIAGE BELL. M It was a beautiful Sunday morning as they neared the lovely harbor of Queeustown, and dropped anchor to await the arrival of the Saturday night's mails and the passengers from London. The Professor, bright and cheery, was the first to put foot upon the ship, and was hilariously welcomed by the friends who had ex- pected hira. Tom was eager for news from home. But, beyond a private, and it seemed reassuring, word to Eobert, the Professor had nothing to tell. " I am afraid Tom was hoping ,you would not come," said Fred Cuthbert in a low tone ; " his attentions to us all have beeL so extravagantly general that you might not approve." ""What a tease you are, Fred," said Holt, who had caught enough to guess at the drift ; " Is nobody to escape you ? " " At any rate, you are safe till we reach deep water," was the reply. The Professor laughingly observed that Fred was a better fellow than he wanted the world to believe. And Tom advised his father to reserve his judgment till he had experience of the young man's life on the " ocean wave." Miss Roberts offered to champion him at any time, when he found himself hard pressed by his rough com- 78 PROFESSOR CONANT. ■'I 'ill ';!!ii panions, and Fred declared that with such a prospect, he should invite assaults from all the ill-conditioned passengers. " Oh ! the blarney stone ! " cried Miss Roberts ; " Did you find it this morning, or have you been here be- fore?" " I am glad to say I never embraced it," replied Fred, " and I am sure no Irishman whose privilege it is to cross with us will ever kiss it again." " What a national revulsion," said Lord Bolton. " Pray, Fred, could you trace it to its cause? " " I might, if my station were such that nobody would dare resent what I say," wa", the retort. "Oh, you are ambitious for the cap and bells," laughingly observed his Lordship. " Mr. Cuthbert, come with me," said Miss Winthrop. " Can you find me a harbor of refuge near by ? " re- joined Fred, as he obeyed the summons and sauntered down the deck by her side. Col. Lyons, who was a sailor, pointed out the objects of interest, as the Alaric steamed away through the placid waters, and, as every one on his last look is ob- servant, there were few talkers and the conversation flagged. Lord Bolton was the exception ; his accustomed reticence in the society of ladies had given way to a strain of loquacious mirth, which surprised his friends and amused everybody, and he was so persistently at Miss Boberts's side, that she seemed at first disposed to avoid him. " But the besieged must always surrender," Fred was saying to Miss Winthrop, *• if he is short of rations, and the enemy is equipped with titles and no end of thousands a year." **ALL WENT MERRY AS A MARRIAGE BELL." 79 " Is slie not a lovely brunette of the Southern type, graceful as a queen and beautiful as a houri? I have been struck by the apparent gentleness and sweetness of hor disposition. No wonder Lord Bolton is charmed. If he wins her, it must be through her heart. If she is mercenary I shall despair of my sex, and never at- tempt to read character again. If I were a man, I should fall in love with that girl myself," said the young lady. " Oh, then there would be bloodshed between you and my Lord," remarked her companion. " He was never in love in his life, and he won't be easy to tame." "How absurd," she rejoined. "I see nothing to justify these jokes." " Oh, if you don't see," said Fred, " with all your experience, " "Have a care !" she said, "Mr. Cynic! " ''Then, of course, I am blind!" he added, without heeding the interruption. "Do you like Lord Bolton?" she asked with a young girl's directness. " Do you think that it is impossible because I some- times laugh at his expense ? " " Please answer my question," she persisted. " Miss Winthrop," he said, with a drawl; "do you think a cockney could be sensible, or a cynic serious ? I am going to surprise you. I do more than like Lord Bolton, I love him. He is never the great Lord, but always the dear friend, to me. Sometimes I mimic his aristocratic lisp, and laugh at his eccentric idiosyn- crasies, because it suits my humor, and this as often before his face as behind his back. I really believe it amuses him more than others. He is a great Lord, I itii! I 1 'Hi illlli; i.iilli l!i:!li;| 'ij<(| ;!!li 80 PROFESSOR CONANT. but lie is a good man. He has a clumsy manner but a kind heart. And what to hirn are the little graces which he mi^ht display in common with his tailor? As he grows older, higher hereditary honors will fall to him, and he will become a great man in England. He will be better known for his benevolence than for his exalted honors; ancl to enjoy his friendship will be abundant pleasure for those who deserve it. His love for man or woman will be a precious gift. He is ear- nest and honest before all things ; Miss Boberts must not trifle with him." " I believe every word you say," said Miss Winthrop. "I knew you were not really a cynic all the time." Lord Bolton and Miss Eoberts approached. "TVe came to remind you of something you had forgotten, Fred," he said gaily. "What? My Lord!" " Your prescriptions ; you need not have gone to Epps of Piccadilly, if you had known what antidotes were to be found here." " Your cheerful face saved me," replied Fred, with a polite bow to Miss Roberts. "As a faithful retainer, I must give precedence to you." "Are you not a good sailor? " asked Miss Winthrop. " Oh, I don't know," he answered " everybody told me of the terrible ordeal, and everybody gave me a remedy ; of course I imparted my secret to my friends, and they became cognizant of my tremors when I first came on board ; but I have not thought of them since. His Lordship's unusual spirits remind me I can think of something that would give him a more terrible shock than I dreaded. It seems to me Miss Roberts is re- served and coy. Miss Winthrop, do you think it possi- ''ALL WENT MERRY AS A 3IARRIAGE BELL." 81 ble for an American girl to be indifferent to a great Lord wlio loves her? " " Why, yes, I should think so of any girl who did not reciprocate his affection. "Why do you distin- guish American girls? Are they more wicked than others ? " " I am afraid I should have said, yes, a mouth ago, as to this particular sin ; but I don't believe it now," said Fred. Cuthbert. " We live to learn " They saw Robert and Mme. De Luynes promenading the deck, and Miss Winthrop motioned Tom to join her. "She is a charming person," remarked Miss Win- throp. " I did not observe her much," said Tom, " but Rob- ert says she is most interesting and accomplished." " Her husband is a dry stick," added Fred, shrug- ging his shoulders. "Not at all," Tom replied. "Robert says he is a man of brilliant parts. At first Robert thought he had a dissolute look, though he is handsome and distmgue, but he says he has met no man on board ship from whom we are likely to derive so much useful informa- tion. He was educated in Paris, and I believe he sowed his wild oats there. At any rate, in his young days, he won his beautiful wife in that fashionable city; but Robert says ho has the whole history of America at his tongue's end and that we may expect pleasure from intercourse with him." "I dare say he will be my fate," said Fred, "but Robert seems to prefer Madame." "You don't think he expects tc marry her," rejoined Tom, in tones of disgust. "Not in this world " remarked Fred. 82 PROFESSOR CONANT. m " Well, in the next world, thoy neither marry nor are given in marriage," said Miss Winthrop. "So you have been reading up that subject, ray young friend," replied the cynic. "That rule was needed to meet the case of the seven brothers in the old days ; but now it would be more imperative under the jurisdiction of the divorce courts." "As we are all unmarried," said Tom, " let us leave these things to the benedicts ! " and he led Miss Win- throp to a seat which his father had reserved for her. "Do you know," said the Professor, "I feel like a school-boy off for his holidays? No letters, no tele- grams for ten days." " It might bo nine," remarked Tom. " Or eight," said Miss Winthrop ; " I believe the Alaska has made the voyage in seven days, some odd hours." " It has been, and will bo greatly shortened," said the Professor. " There is already direct railway com- munication to Halifax, and it is proposed to traverse Newfoundland by rail. Four to five days will be the extent of the ocean trip before we are much older." " I should rather go all the way by sea," said Miss Winthrop. " It is such a trouble to change." " Oh, yes, if you are a good sailor," interposed Dr. Elmwood. " But if you were ill, from the moment you took the ship till you left it, I think you would tolerate the proposed new route. Five days instead of ten would be a relief incalculable to a bad sailor." Robert was busy in conversation with Madame De Luynes. She was telling him that she was born in a Connecticut village, had been educated in Paris, and, on the Continent and while still a school-girl, had met her "ALL WENT MERRY AS A MARRIAGE BELL." 83 husband in Paris and married him, and liad become a resident of Quebec. She loved the old city. There was a respectable English contingent there, but the people were chiefly French, and they had been devoted to her, as they always were to an American speaking their language. She lovod the French people. She was a protestant, but they made her faith no reproach to her, as they would to a pervert from their own faith ; and she thought the melange of French and English in society charming. The hritsquerie of the English man- ners was softened by the poUtesse of the French, and gave an inimitable charm to the society of the old capital. She hoped to welcome him there, and, that as he had so much impressed her husband, he would accept the hospitalities of their house when he came to Canada. Robert was not slow to reciprocate these kind senti- ments, and declared that he had been charmed by her husband's knowledge of affairs, his sound political views, and the ready tact with which he expressed them. She remarked that her husband had not been a fortu- nate politician, as he would have been in Connecticut or in Paris ; for Lower Canada was peculiar, and no- body came to distinction without the confidence of the priests. " Dear old Quebec," she continued, musingly, " I never longed to see the place so much as I do now. I left my baby, a dear little girl of two years there. She is well, and with a faithful old nurse in a quiet vil- lage by the sea ; but of late I have rarely heard of her. I have worried incessantly about this. We ought not to have left the child ; and we are returning a month before my husband was ready to come. He is not 11 ^yw>> IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 1.25 ||M IIIM 12.5 IZ2 2.0 111= JA III 1.6 % P>^> #^#, ^^> 'el 4 .<^ ■c*! ^ c^J '^^ .'*-' "^^ I S^ /A Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 fr' MP.. w- C-P. 84 PROFESSOR CONANT. % III I lilili! alarmed, of course ; he is a man, and says I am cherish- ing imaginary fears ; but I cannot rest until I see my child. Are you married, Mr. Holt?" she asked ab- ruptly. Robert answered "No." And he thought tenderly of the little girl he, too, had left behind. Should he see her again ? Would she become an influence in his life, this little waif who had drifted to him ? " Oh, I thought if you had children," Mme. De Luynes remarked, " you might feel an interest in my story." Robert avowed his interest, but said nothing of the child he was himself interested in, and they joined the others who were basking in the warm rays of the set- ting sun, by the door of the captain's cabin. Capt. Graham was a short, stout man, with a ruddy sunburnt face, and a cheery, kind expression. " Ladies," he said, with the rich brogue which comes only from the north of the Tweed, "we are fortunate to have a cloudless sky, and the sunset is peerless. You could not match it on land. Many travellers have tried, but always in vain, to portray the beauties of a brilliant sunset at sea." "But there are clouds," interposed Miss Roberts; "and oh, how magnificent!" "They are only the illuminated background of this great picture," remarked De Luynes absently. " "WJiat a wealth of golden lights and fleecy shades enlivens the heavenly canvas ! " " What animated coloring ! " said one. " And what blending ! " " And what variegations ! " said the others. And they stood there enraptured with the scene till the sun went down, and the twilight deepened into night. In the old days, when the passenger list was smaller, ''ALL WENT MERRY AS A MARRIAGE BELL:' 85 everybody came to know everybody else, during the passage, and indeed, the captain, as head of the ship's family, was accustomed to present the notables to each other, early in the voyage. But modern passengers herd in such numbers on the great ships, that, except in small circles, they generally remain indifferent strangers to their fellows ; and this isolation amid a crowd promotes a warmer sympathy in the narrow circle of one's friends. The resources of each are un- consciously taxed for the general amusement. If a fourih is wanted at whist you are ready for the sac- rifice, though you neither love the game, nor understand it ; and if you are asked to sing, you seat yourself at the piano, without any of the coyness which might be excused in a country house ashore. There was a pretty little parlor, just off the saloon, which Lord Bolton and his friends had already appro- priated. There were an organ, a harp, and a guitar, with soiled sheets of music ; a church hymnal and the Moody and Sankey hymns, waiting to be made use of ; and De Luynes, seating himself at the organ, called his wife, saying, " Come, Carlotta, let us set these young people an example." He ran his fingers along the keys as if testing the qualities of the instrument, and then with the self-absorbed air of an enthusiast brought forth strains so pathetic and full of harmony that one wondered at the skill that could summon at will such melodies. "It is Sunday night, Maurice," said his wife gently. " There may be those who prefer a hymn to your weird improvisations." "To me, those chords were beautiful," he said. "I expect some day to hear them with you, in heaven." tllMI 16,.: . 86 PROFESSOU CONANT. The instrument gave out " The sweet by-and-bye," with exquisite variations, and the De Luynes accom- panied the music with their fine voices through a sweet rendering of tho words. By this time, the room and the approaches were crowded with jjassengers, whom the music had attracted, but De Luynes was lost to all but the strains ho was producing. As these died away and they commenced to sing " Nearer my God to Thee," the strains were taken up by the throng, and carried along the ship till it seemed that the inspiration was general, and as if a thousand voices were singing with a marvellous harmony the touching and beautiful hymn. Women wept and strong men sought to hide their emotion. After a little, De Luynes arose composedly and said, " We Catholics do not practise these hymns as a religi- ous duty ; but I love to sing them with my wife, and sometimes in this way we entertain our neighbors." Politely excusing themselves, M. and Mme. De Luynes retired. "They are charming people," said the Professor, a remark which was warmly seconded by Dr. Elmwood. " I knew De Luynes' father," said Col. Lyons, " when I was in Canada some years ago. He was a clever man, and at one time, wielded great political power, but he was not in accord with the clergy on the question of the tithes and some other things, and, notwithstand- ing his lineage and his wealth, his high character and the distinguished services he had rendered the people, his public life was soon at an end. Maurice was then in France pursuing his studies, but I always heard him spoken of as a young man of great promise ; it is said he has cultivated his father's independence and is not ''ALL WENT MERRY AS A 3IARRIAQE BELL." 87 a favorite witli the church, which means a good deal in the way of trouble for him in Canada, if he looks to politics as an occupation." " How sadly one may misjudge at first," said Tom. " We all looked askance at him, and traced his lovely wife's melancholy to his neglect and persecution. Now we find him a model domestic man, of rare acquire- ments and virtues." "We certainly did misjudge them," remarked Eobert. " Even the wife's melancholy has found a solution which fully exonerates the husband, and accounts in the most positive way for her nervous and anxious manner." " Let us give up reading character and take to read- ing books," said Fred. " You may do both things profitably, by devoting to each a little care," interpolated the Professor ; " half the misunderstandings of life are precipitated by jump- ing to conclusions." " It is a rule of polite society to avoid hurting the feelings of others," said Col. Lyons, " and it would be as good a rule, perhaps, to avoid speaking against them." " Yes," said Dr. Elmwood, " or you might copy the newspapers f^nd only speak ill of your neighbors, when the public interest demands it." > . " That would bo a pressimj alternative," said Fred ; " the sea is rough," he added, looking out, " and the ship is lurching. Let us woo tired nature's sweet restorer " -:j»J^ CHAPTER X. te COMING INTO THE TRACK OF A STORM. it The orthodox occupation of a passenger at sea is killing time. At first this is easy, for everything is new and fresh at the outset ; but there is no " infinite variety " at one's service. He treads the same measure day after day, and by-and-bye the time " hangs heavy on his hands." He begins to count the days, and anon, the hours. He has seen the whale and the porpoise, and perhaps, the iceberg. He has watched the ship speed in her spiritless race, from day to day, against her own time. The Captain on the bridge and the sailors in the rigging cease to amuse him. All this, unless he can enjoy good books, or that better resource at sea, good company. Our own travellers were among the fortunate few. They were good sailors, good talkers, and good listen- ers ; and they were, moreover, interested in each other. Their first day had been a delightful experience to each, and even at this early hour if a requisition had been circulated to prolong the voyage, they would all (if we except Madame De Luynes and Dr. Elmwood), have signed it. All were early astir on that bright Monday morning ; they had been refreshed and were happy ; and their greetings were as cheeky and affectionate as if they " COMING INTO THE TRACK OF A STORM.'' 89 had known each other for years. The decks and saloons were less crowded than they were yesterday, for many had yielded to the discomforts of the sea. And the jolly Captain, who knew the misfortune had its limits, was willing to have his joke about it. " Your sympathy with sea-sickness does you credit, ladies," he said, " but sea-sickness is not always an un- mixed evil. I was sailing from New York once in Octo- ber with a long passenger list ; room was a sacred trust everywhere. Two rather distinguished New York ladies, not acquainted with each other, had been placed in my charge for the voyage. Their husbands had been de- tained at the last moment, but were to follow them next month. Neither of the ladies knew me. They had each two children, and they all had seats at my left, or rather, they should have had ; but, as it turned out, the steward had only reserved two seats instead of four. As we steamed out of the harbor late in the afternoon, I was engaged, and asked a friend to take my place at the dinner-table. He was a good lawyer, but he didn't know the difference between a jib-boom and a rudder. The day was beautiful, and nobody who enjoyed it could have thought there was anything but liappiness in store. The ladies came to the table without the children, and each claimed the two seatsn. They spoke with the frigid politeness of people who did not intend to yield an inch. 'These seats belong to my little girl and boy,' said Number One. ' You are mistaken, madame, they were reserved for my two children,' said Number Two. ' The captain shall decide between us,' they both said, appealing to my friend. He was, how- ever, 'wise in his generation,' and, without nautical skill, nettled a delicate nautical matter. TfW ii w; f^'ii r 90 PROFESSOLl CONANT. j . i III " * Ladies/ be said, * Rome was not built in a day ; it is a rule of this service to take twenty-four hours for consideration, when embarrassing questions are sub- mitted. It has happened that in this way such ques- tions settled themselves.' Each, confident of victory, was satisfied. Would you believe it, those ladies were not at the table again till we sighted land, ten days afterwards. So you see, le mal de mer is not an un- mixed evil." "You are cruel, captain," said the ladies. "I am practical, ladies," he replied, with a loud laugh, which bespoke the measure of his good humor. "Do you like to answer questions, captain?" said Miss Roberts. "Yes, when I know how," he rejoined. " I have heard that some captains regard curiosity with ill-favor." " Well, yes, and no," he said. " It depends upon the man and the circumstances. But if wo are crusty we sometimes get the worst of it. The commodore of our line, in the midst of a storm, was asked by a lady some simple question. 'Do you take me for the steward, Madame ? ' he said gruffly. ' I mistook you for a gen- tleman, sir,' was the quiet reply." The day was beautiful but uneventful to the ordinary passenger, and, unheeded by our friends, some of whom discussed books, finance, and politics, according to their tastes; others were engaged in gentler and perhaps more engrossing studies. ^ Mr. and Mrs. Roberts sought to shield their young charge from the too pronounced attentions of Lord Bolton, who seemed to have forgotten the rest of the party, and could not understand why he should be COMING INTO THE TRACK OF A STORM:' 91 T^ shunned. He had even complained to Mr. Eoberts, and protested his sincerity ; but that gentleman had only met him with mysterious and conventional as- surances. Finally, he told him frankly, that his sister had a high sense of the honor he intended her, but that he would explain later a reason why she could only re- ceive him on the footing of a friend, and that there must be no thought of any more serious relations. His Lordship had accepted the situation, and the young lady was once more cheerful and reassured. Tom and Miss Winthrop were still engaged in a sort of old-fashioned flirtation, which did not threaten to bo serious, and seemed to include Fred Cuthbert in their confidence. The De Luynes and Robert were inseparable, and the lively and sparkling conversa- tion of these interesting and accomplished people was a treat to the Professor and to Dr. Elmwood. The captain, as an old friend of Col. Lyons, rather mon- opolized that gentleman, and so all were delightfully occupied, and the time sped and they did not heed it till another day had been reeled off their voyage. That night there was heavy weather, and a rougher sea, and an old sailor said they were coming into the track of a storm. The next morning at breakfast the tables were ornamented with the traditional "racks." The passen- gers were thinly represented in the saloon, and these seemed serious and apprehensive ; but, though the wind was growing fresher, and the sea boiled with agita- tion, tlie sky was clear and the sun was bright. There were but few ladies visible, and these threaded their unaccustomed way with difficulty in the ship's uncer- tain motion. The dishes rattled, the Alario, groaned, 92 PliOFESSOR CONANT. and now and then as the vessel plunged, some luck- less promenader was caught, and hurled against chairs and tables to the opposite corner. At last, the general gloom was lifted and a hearty laugh ran " along the line " while the victims looked silly and crestfallen. Our travellers were on deck, clinging to the ropes and rails, with supreme indifference to their sufferings. Poor Madame De Luynes had not reported, though Maurice said she was not ill, but only a little dis- quieted. The other ladies were with difficulty dissuaded from going at once in search of her, but her hus- band thought she would be better if left to such re- pose as, in the circumstances, was possible. He prom- ised to bring her to them as good as new, in an hour or two. The Captain had just left the bridge and was making cautiously for his cabin, and the young ladies began to ply him with jokes and questions. He was polite, hut stern and reserved, another man altogether than him they had left the night before, full of fun and anecdote. He was responsible for a large property, and a thousand lives, and the sea was giving signs that troubled him. From stem to stern the ship was playing pitch and toss in the liveliest manner, and the great waves were pound- ing her sides like battering-rams, now and then drench- ing her decks with spray. The Captain half listened as if he were expecting something, and dreaded it. Our observers watched his anxious face and were silent. Then, as the ship plunged her nose under the waters, there was a slight scraping sound like the friction of timbers, and momently she halted and trembled; women screamed and men held their breath. " Port your helm ! " shouted an unknown voice. The "COMING INTO THE TRACK OF A STORM." 93 man at the wheel obeyed, and the ship rocked and groaned under the awkward pressure " Steady your wheel ! " roared the Captain, rushing forward. The scraping was repeated tenfold, and there was a terrible bump ! bump ! bump ! I as if they were rushing at full speed over boulders, and the ship leaped above the waters as if she were being hurled out of the sea. Men and women were thrown indiscriminately athwart the vessel, which seemed to hang hesitatingly between the air and ocean, and writhed and quivered as if in bodily pain. The ship righted herself quickly, and stood still during two awful minutes of suspei "* before the engine resumed work. " Look yonder I " shouted the first officer, pointing to her wake behind the stern. The wpter was black with the debris, which consisted of spars and timbers that were leaping from the depths to the surface. " Is the danger past, Captain ? " inquired a passen- ger, who had recovered himself, and was eager for an explanation, for which he would have to wait. "That was a queer snag," remarked the Captain. "We ran into a wreck, sir," said the first officer. " Its rebound was tremendous against the bottom of the Alaric" observed the Captain. " It is a mercy we are not disabled." " We must examine her first," was the reply. The Captain explained to Lord Bolton what had happened, and asked him to reassure his friends. Then he proceeded to find out to what extent the ship had suffered ; meantime, the usual word was passed along among those of the crew and servants who were likely to encounter inquisitive passengers, to respond to all ques- tions with the answer, " all is right." The noble ship, 94 PROFESSOR CONANT. nevertheless, continued to speed on her usual course, across the rough waters, and quiet and confidence were slowly restored. " I always feel that I have taken my life in my hands when I go to sea," said Madame De Luynes. " Oh, I think that in a computation of chances it would be found the accidents are not in greater pro- portion at sea than by other means of travel," her hus- band replied. " But the imagination has much to do with our impressions. Look at the fatalities by rail ; and yet, we are so accustomed to that mode of travel, that a journey does not terrify us. Wo take steamer voyages so seldom that we do not get used to them, as in the other case. And yet, now-a-days, with first-clast, ships there are fewer casualties." "Do you not think wo have just escaped a great calamity ? " inquired Miss Winthrop. " Oh, a miss is as good as a mile," Fred Cuthbert answered. " How very original," said Tom. " Why don't you give us something familiar ? " "Because familiarity breeds contempt," rejoined Fred. " All this is too serious to make fun of," mildly sug- gested Robert Holt. " How fearful are the perils of the deep ! It is not that shipwreck means death, or that one is afraid to die. But we are surrounded by such majesty of power, that our own puny helplessness is made plainer to us. Wliere does nature marshal more awful strength and grandeur than surround us here ? And yet there is a relief to our humiliation in the thought that if the hand of man cannot control, we may utilize and enjoy them. What changeful scenes I *' COMING INTO TUK TRACK OF A STORM." 95 The qiiiot sea is a symbol of tranquillity, but who doos not tremble, as he commits himself to the awful forces of the storm ? " "They say drowning is a peaceful death," remarked Miss Koberts ; " but they must be speaking of tJie calm waters, and the heavenly view which one beholds, yielding his life in the watery depths, from which ho may gaze upward to the broad heavens radiant in the bright sunshine." " From battle and murder, and from sudden death, good Lord, deliver us," said Mrs. Roberts. "Amen," said Lord Bolton, solemnly. " What we need is constant preparation for death," interposed Dr. Elmwood. " And these startling adventures are intended to pre- pare us," said the Professor. " Let us all thank God for his mercies," and there was an acquiescence of silent meditation and prayer, which lasted several minutes. Throughout the steamer the merciful deliverance had disposed many hearts to thankfulness ; and for the mo- ment, at least, it had awakened many to a sense of the uucertainty of human life. Prayer is not always a sign of piety. A reverent man, from a sense of duty, may offer up petitions which are -formal and without fervor ; while the man without any sense of duty may pray earnestly for help, when he feels that he has need and is dependent. \ye put aside the theory that the skeptic has no care, nor wish for Divine aid ; not doubting that he unconsciously leans on a higher power, and that in severe stress of ^ weather he would be one of the first to cry out, " God be merciful ; " and so, we doubt not, great perils dispose the human heart, good or bad, to hope in God, and to .■ -■t i 'y-i i "f;-«T--i > irr-f i n-rmn»w i 96 PROFESSOR CONANT. turn to him. The feeling is not the less real because it is fitful and undisciplined. That was a sudden con- version of the thief on the cross ; yet, had he lived he might I a,ve back-slidden. No doubt, a great and common terror rouses the emotions of men, and rever- ence may be religious and is often emotional. The passengers of the Alaric were no exception ; they felt that they had an almost miraculous escape, and they thanked God for it. It may be, they would soon for- get, but such gratitude inspired them to prayer, and brought them nearer Divine things. They had asked Dr. Elm wood to conduct a religious service in the eve- ning, and almost to a man and a woman the passengers assembled to join with him. There were appropriate devotions and a short address, followed by a ger^erous collection for that noble charity, the " Seamen's Fund." The Professor had been surprised at the large amount collected ; and the Captain said to him, with grateful tears, that " the Americans are always liberal givers." M CHAPTER XI. DE LUYNES DISCUSSES BURNING QUESTIONS. The night was dark, the sea was rough, and after such a day the ladies wisely retired early. The smok- ing-room was almost deserted when De Luynes and Robert took possession of it ; but other friends dropped in, and general conversation was in progress. Robert reminded Maurice that he had promised another chap- ter of his observations, begun a few nights before. Col Lyons knew how to interest him, and asked if he had taken part in the politics of his country. "Not a distinguished part," he replied, "and yet I am not an indifferent observer. Like my father, I have the misfortune to quarrel with a powerful in- fluence among us on some questions, and that shuts the door of public life against me. I have been in Parliament twice, but only sat a few months and was beaten, osten- sibly because my people were told that I was a Free- mason which was false ; though they did not know what it meant. The real reason, however, was that an unseen influence, which controlled them, was hostile to me. In my youth, the clergy ot my district offered me their support in an election then pending for my county, but by my father's advice I refused it, because it would involve a bondage to which no man of spirit could submit. I bore my father's name ; I had followed his advice against theirs, and they never forgave 11 98 PROFESSOR CONANT. me. I am a Catholic, and I want to be a true son of the Church ; but to me there is a difference between the spiritual and the temporal. I accept her teachings as to matters of faith and morals, but as to the fran- chise, the taxation, the public administration of affairs, I cannot allow her to dictate my course. Other young men have held the same views, and have suffered the same disabilities. In England and France you see gentlemen of wealth preferred to positions of great political distinction on both sides. If you do not obey these men, there is an iron heel always waiting to crush you. Kind gentlemen in religious and private life, they are intolerant above all things in that which relates to political freedom of speech or action. Their influence is enormou^ some of my friends have often said' to me : 'Why not go with the tide? Why slam the door of preferment forever in your face? Your name, your rank, the loyalty of your people, would maintain you in influence and honor, if you would conciliate this hostile power.' It, however, is not always absolutely dominant ; thanks to influences beyond its control, its party has been sometimes beaten, though it has formed such strange alliances that its influence seems as great among its traditional enemies as among its own people. When the Liberals are in power, it happens, of course, that independent French Canadians who do not follow it are appointed to office. But this happens only when they cannot help it. When their own party rules, they are absolute masters of Lower Canada ; and as to patronage and toleration, they rule with a rod of iron." " I suppose," said the Professor^ " it is a revival of the old controversies we have known so well in England." DE LUTNE8 DISCUSSES BURNING QUESTIONS, 99 " That is not altogether true of modern controversy," rejoined Maurice. "With you, the Catholics, if they were British subjects, fought for emancipation; that cause was plausible and just. But these men fight for power, for the education of the young, for the control of the franchise, and of the avenues which lead to the preferment of their own people. There was once a great controversy between the Galileans and the Ultra- montanes in France. You know its history, and how the former kept faith with the nation; substitute Canada for France, and we could work with the Galilean Churchmen. But these men would practically set tllO^ Church over the State, giving to the latter only the 1 power to register tho decrees of the former ; if you chide them for this, you will be denounced from a I hundred pulpits. The more intelligent revolt against these extreme views. Did I say revolt ? But I spoke of their intelligence ; they do not want to ' kick against the pricks,' and so they drift along with the current, and reap the easy rewards of complaisance. An Englishman thrown casually into our society would see little and hear less of these troubles. He would meet men of letters and men of the world at the head of these influences, and they would charm him with their manners. The mailed hand is shown when there is resistance to be crushed among their own people. Thirty years ago my father and a dozen young men of culture, formed an association, founded a news- paper, and published a political programme. Their platform embraced nearly all the measures of reform which have been enacted since that time ; but the pro- jectors were denounced and vilified by men who, ever since, have maintained their hostility, but have taken m it <*:: ' ill I ;,i 100 PROFESSOR CONANT. ■■%■ i%% Jj-» ■:| HI lii 'fl^^^^l 1 credit for the work. But why do I speak of these things to comparative strangers ? It is because you are Englishmen of rank, statesmen, soldiers, and men of affairs ; you are studying the forces which in coming years are to guide opinion in the wide British Empire. Tou have a dependency across this water, weak it may be in numbers, but in territory, and in possibilities, large like the United States, and larger than Europe with her family of nations. It is a self-governing country, and you do not wish to interfere with it. But you should study the forces which at least cod'toI one-fourth of its population, forces which hold the balance of power and control it. You will find the bulk \ of your own race there careless and lukewarm, singing to I the air that Nero must have played, Apres moi le Deluge. , i- Do I appeal to strangers against my race ? God forbid ! '. I love my countrymen. They belong to liberty and I would sa V e them. I tell their sad tale to strong men who have loved and upheld freedom, not that you could coerce or restrain them ; but while you might do something to open their eyes, you would render a I service to your own race, as well as mine, in dispelling clouds that to-day may seem to you no bigger than a man's hand, but which are fraught with storm and peril." He ceased, his fine face aglow with the excitement of his earnest pleadings ; all were in sympathy with his burning words, and no one seemed willing to break the silence. After De Luynes retired there was another pause, whicli was finally broken by Col. Lyons, who observed, " He is a superior but disappointed man. He has med- itated upon his vrrongs till they have colored his life." DE LUYNES DISCUSSES BURNING QUESTIONS. IQl " His is a blighted career, I fear," said Dr. Elmwoocl " But ho seems to have been a philosopher, and to have acted as well as he speaks." "It might have been better taste not to pronounce n that harangue in mixed company," observed a stranger, who had been listening. " It is calculated to wound some, and to produce a false impression upon others." /' " Were the clergy to stand idly by, and permit a lot of hair-brained youths to paralyze the Church nd sever British connection ? These Liberals are irreligious and disloyal." The speaker was a middle-aged man of easy speech and dignified bearing. liobert had noticed the interest with which the lat- ter had followed De Luynes ; and his slightly foreign accent suggested that perhaps he was a countryman of De Luynes, and probably a political opponent. "Oh, these are charges easy to make," he said. " I have not studied their teachings, but I suspect they are not new ; no doubt, under altered conditions, the same controversies are current in Europe as w ell as in Canada. But what have these Liberals done?" " Nothing," said the stranger, " but disturb and agitate the people." "They have held office," persisted Robert. "Did they undermine society ? or legislate against the inter- ests of the Church ? or the Crown ? " . "They never administered long, because their policy was distrusted by our people." " I should like to hear this discussion," said the Pro- fessor, "but I propose we adjourn it. Our time is far spent, and the night is stormy." A wave broke over the deck, which crushed the door of the room like a piece of brittle glass, and washed its jsi 102 PROFESSOR CONANT. .^l. way among the unfortunate occupants, who were de- luged for a moment and thrown hither and thither with the advancing and receding element. A deck steward had fractured a rib against one of the arms of the long seat, and our friends had been shaken and drenched ; but they speedily gathered themselves up and made for their berths, thankful for another almost miraculous escape. In the morning the storm had abated, the weather was bright, and the waters more tranquil. The deck was alive with passengers, who seemed to have forgotten the discomforts of yesterday, and completely to have regained their spirits. The spar-deck was lined with chairs which the ladies, covered with wraps, chiefly occupied ; and, ere long, the amusements and hilarities were resumed. " Sail, ho ! " cried the lookout from forward. "Where away? " said the officer of the deck. " Dead ahead, sir." " Give me the long glass, Quartermaster," shouted the officer. " Aye, aye, sir," he responded. The officer took the glass and made an observa- tion. " Eeport to the Captain a steamer ahead. Quar- termaster." " Tell the officer to hoist an ensign, and set our numbers, and when he makes out the ship, report to me," said the Captain, turning again to the passengers with whom he had been conversing. By this time the passengers were on the alert ; trifles create i*n excitement at sea. The vessel proved to he the homeward-bound steamer of the same line. It was a beautiful sight as the ships passed each other, dip- ping their flags and saluting. Everybody felt as ii DE LUTNES DISCUSSES BURNINO QUESTIONS. 103 they had been calling at a station in mid-ocean and meeting friends who formed a link with home. Our friends were not the only distinguished people on board, and there had already been pleasant recognitions and presentations. The Governor of Connecticut, with his family, was returning after a three months' ab- sence ; so were a distinguished Senator from Michigan and the Attorney-General of the United States. Not- withstanding the untowardness so far of the voyage, the two parties had mingled and grown intimate. There were also half a dozen young English travellers going out to "do " America, whom Lord Bolton had welcomed and presented to his friends. One of them had just heen saying to Miss Roberts, " If the winds had been propitious our journey would have been awfully jolly." " Oh, there is plenty of time for fine weather," was her reply. " Do you remain long in America? " ** Only the few weeks of my vacation," he answered. " All the fellows will return then. To see the States has now become the rage, and we have just snatched a chance open to us." The Professor was answering questions of the Ameri- can statesman regarding Civil Service Eeform in Eng- land. Fred Cuthbert was amusing the American ladies with his drolleries, and De Luynes was explaining to the young men the mysteries of such Canadian winter sports as flourish in the deep snow with a low ther- mometer. Tom and Miss Winthrop had ensconced themselves in a cosy corner ; and the others were all taking good care of themselves. "Oh, you may laugh," said Miss Winthrop • ''but I think enthusiasm about Boston is a very common and very venial sin among Bostonians. But I shall leave you I 11 Mm ! 104 PROFESSOR CONANT. to study the place for yourself and form your own con- clusions. My own egotism will be satisfied by talking a little about myself. JVij poor mother's younger brother is Dr. Elmwood. My father's only brother is Horace Winthro}), of Boston. He is a lawyer at home, and a United States Senator at "Washington ; his time is divided between the two cities. My brother George and myself are his adopted children ; and," she added, her eyes filling with tears, "we are orphans. To you, who have always felt the strength of a father's arm, and the warmth and tenderness of a mother's love, I cannot explain the loneliness, the isolation, which that means. George was graduated at Harvard. He has always lived with my uncle in Boston, and is a lawyer. I have been much with Dr. Elmwood, but both uncles have been our tender and generous protectors. I know of no love stronger than I bear them both ; but I dream of a deeper, tenderer feeling I might have cher- ished toward her I could have called my mother." " I can understand it all, Miss "Winthrop," said Tom, with emotion. " Experience is not the only teacher." ** My experience has been confined to the want of a mother's love, which I have never known," she said. " It is harder for a girl than for a boy to bear. It is the elixir of her life, transfused through her whole be- ing. With that love she is exalted, beatified ; her place is little lower than the angels ; without it the most cherished delights are cold, and the first place in her heart is vacant. But why speak of what I have lost, since my life is so full of compensations ? You must know my brother, and then you will understand what I enjoy in his affection." *' He is no doubt a good brother," said Tom, " but DE LUYNES DISCUSSES BURNING QUESTIONS. 105 no one should claim credit for loving you. I have striven in vain myself to avoid that." 'Noticing that she was disturbed, he added, "I will remember my promise, but why bind me to it? " ** I will tell you by-and-bye," rejoined Miss "Winthrop, " but at present I am to speak of myself. I was sent to Germany with an aunt, whom you did not see, though she was with us in London. This was my last year, but we had spent the vacation in the British Isles, and the time was approaching for my return to school, when my uncle announced that I must go homo ■with him, on the plea that family matters required it, though he declined, for the present, to explain. He merel} assured me that everyone was well, but said further confidence would be unwise till we reached home. You can fancy my disquietude and apprehen- Here is a secret which I cannot fathom. It was sion. of sufficient importance to call me home. George does not know it, for I have weekly letters from him ; it is a mystery. Is it a romance ? Both my uncles are un- married ; Dr. Elmwood buried his wife years ago, and my uncle Horace is a bachelor. Do you think me only curious when I feel myself a prey to these anxieties ? But why seek to explain the impenetrable ? I long to see my brother, and other dear friends await me. I have a score or so of relations in the country round about. They may lack the fashionable refinements, but they lo\e me, and they are very dear to me." "Of course they love you," said Tom. "I must speak! Why do you smother my words, when jo\\ know my heart ? " " I must insist upon your promise, my dear friend," she said firmly. " You know nothing of me, and little i 300 rROFESSOR CONANT. mi of my family, or of my position in life. You ought not to bo compromised : Is there no middle course for a man and a woman between indifference and infatuation? Be just to yourself and do not embarrass me. I am only a school-girl, though I may seem older than my years. I give you my friendship, and am grateful for your preference. Let us stop here and leave the rest to time." "I am silenced but not convinced," said Tom, "but I will not press you. Miss Winthrop, there are voices in life, which, if one heed not, become silent — sucli a voice in your inmost heart, I still hope is pleading for me." Miss Winthrop's emotion was apparent, but she stifled it. " Let me join my uncle," she said. " I only ask for a hope. Miss Roberts," said Lord Bol- ton ; " for permission to renew, at another time, the suit whi i you deny me now ; perhaps I have been too vehement, but 'forgive me, for my heart has inspired every word I have uttered." " What you ask is impossible," replied Miss Roberts. "Your attentions honor me, and I cannot say what might happen, were I in a position to receive them, but there is an impassable gulf between us." " Can you not tell me this mystery ? Am I unworthy of your confidence ?" he interrupted. " It is dreadful that you should have a secret locked against me in your heart." " My secret 1 '^longs to another. If it were mine to tell, it should be yours ; and in that case you would not esteem me less, but you would pity me more." Tom and Miss Winthrop caught only these words as DE LUYNES DISCUSSES BURNING QUESTIONS. 107 they strolled along, and the voices died away in the dis- tance. " How he loves her," said Miss Winthrop, look- ing with tearful eyes into Tom's face. " She hac re- fused him. Does she love him ?" " Yes," said Miss Winthrop, after a pause. " What can bo her secret ? " asked Tom. " She spoke of a gulf that separates them ; I wonder if she would really cross it, if her own inclinations were alone con- sulted." "I think so," replied Miss Winthrop ; " and yet she did not plead for delay." " Would there have been hope in that ? " Tom asked. "What a strange coincidence ! " she continued, but her uncle was waiting for her, and Tom politely took his leave. He found De Luynes, with other gentlemen, in earnest conversation. He was in no mood to be inter- ested, but he could not refuse to hear. . "I have always believed," said Mr. Burrows, the Attorney-General, " that the destiny of your country is annexation to mine." " She would thus become part of a glorious Bepub- lic," observed De Luynes, " and it may be that such a change is in store for us. Might not the interests of the Continent be better served if Canada grew to be a great and friendly neighbor? No doubt annexation would solve great commercial and political questions. Canada is growing too rapidly to remain forever as she is. In local matters she is only a nominal dependency, enjoying, practically, control of her own affairs. But the day will come, though perhaps not soon, when she will outgrow this tutelage which sits lightly on her now. Then why should she turn to you ? Her chil- dren are the offspring of the two foremost nations of the i*«r 108 PROFESSOR CONANT. ill' world ; they both know how to govern. Canadians have had experience in tlie metliods of constitutional reform ; as to her local jurisdiction Canada is a free country; she is working out the problem of Britisli Parliament- ary government. There are, indeed, enemies within her borders, but, if the people are wise, they will over- come them. She has verge and scope enough to satisfy the wildest hopes of an ambitious people. AVhy not encourage her to set up for herself, that there may be wrought out on this Continent two systems of constitu- tional liberty, so much akin as to create friendship among both peoples, and divergent enough to form a contrast and enable us to compare the two systems ?" " But why maintain the two systems ? " interposed Mr. Burrows, " with the expense and annoyance of two long lines of custom-houses, and the general adminis- tration of two governments ? Why not let us welcome you to our markets, and to the protection and the 7)res- tige of our power? These are :iot myths; they have been founded in blood and treasure. I honor your at- tachment to the Old Country that has gicrved you so well, but which would not hold you a moment after it was manifestly your interest to go. We, too, are your kinsmen, and United North America would be to us all a guarantee of prosperity and peace." " Oh, why do you covet more ? " said Do Luynes, " with your boundless territories and your varieties of climate, soil and production ? If we were safely in- trenched against foreign foes, might there not grow up greater dangers in the way of domestic discord ? This question will be settled by the generation v/hich has to solve it, and possibly by lights that are obscure to us now ; but, do you not think greed of territory grows like ioHg of tJ after DE LUYNES DISCUSSES BURNINO QUESTIONS. 109 like love of accumulation ? If you had Canada, how ionj? would Mexico remain out in the cold ? and which of the mongrel Spanish-American States could resist, after that, your powerful fascination ? All this might increase commerce, but where would remain that sheet- anclu^r of freedom, intelligent popular opinion? If my thought suggests danger, the peril would threaten us all." " I had never regarded it in that light," said Mr. Burrows, " and yours is a plausible view." "I admire your great republic," De Luynes re- marked, " and have been rebuked among my own people for my out-spoken opinions. There is a class with us who regard friendship for the * States ' as incom- patible with loyalty to the Empire. But if I could return here in a hundred years, I should like to find in North America two great countries which had been true to their traditions, and had promoted the enjoyment of liberty under those two systems among hundreds of millions of prosperous freemen. To have achieved such results would have required wisdom and forbearance, for there are evils now, which, if not suppressed, will insure the destruction of both countries. I have ahvays advocated an extended franchise, but it is a source of danger where the people are mercenary, or where they do not understand their rights. The dema- gogue is a perpetual menace to free governments. The mere politician looks only to the moment. What we need are statesmen of honor and worth, to lead the people to look beyond for ulterior results. Despotism, with all its hatefulness, moves in a narrow circle, and, controlling fow influences, may be comparatively pure. The worst forms of corruption are found where a corrupt people MB1 II m It 110 PROFESSOR CONANT. govern. And you have but one safeguard — a healthy public opinion. Wo must treat as an enemy of tho state the man who would debauch it. Thus protected, our free peoples, separate or united, will have before them a glorious future." "These are noble sentiments," said the Professor, " the stateman's work would be easy where such princi- ples prevailed." " Utopia ! " exclaimed our stranger of the night before. " We cannot always realize in practice our theories of excellence," remarked the Professor. " But we can sot before as a high standard and strive to reach it, and our efforts will improve if they do not perfect us." The conversation was continued, but Tom was too preoccupied to listen further. ■MPy servants Heavens ! and you would have me tranquil over it ? " 6 IHI^^^H ! i 122 PROFESSOR CONANT. " My poor friend I " said Robert, " your child is safe at the worst, either in your homo or in mine. There would be room for frenzy if she were lost to you alto- gether. As a strong man it is your duty to be com- posed. There must be no outward sign of agitation ; remember your wife, and save her from the terrible ordeal." •* You are right, Holt," said Maurice, giving him his hand. " I must seek the fresh air and solitude. Let me keep the picture. Au rcvoir." And he was gone. " Poor fellow ! " said Robert, " I honor his emotions, but he was made for a romantic life. Madame De Luynes need never know that the child was lost till it has again been found." The next morning Robert told the Professor of his interview with Maurice the night before, but that gentleman saw nothing remarkable in what he had to relate, and did not sympathize with Robert's impressions that the parents of the lost child had been found. " A romance of this sort must be re- served for the novels," he said; "such coincidences rarely happen in real life. The child is as likely to have been abducted in London as in Canada, and if you admit this, your fabric falls to the ground." Tom enjoyed a tetc-d-tetc with Madame De Luynes, and Fred Cuthbert was indefatigable in his attention to Miss Winthrop. Neither Lord Bolton nor Miss Roberts was yet visible; Maurice was absent and pre-occupied, and parried the attempts of his Ameri- can friends to draw him into further conversation. Mr. and Mrs. Roberts and Dr. Elmwood were watching the sports of the passengers ; and thus the day passed from one thing to another without excitement or ad- venture. AVE SANCTISSIMA. 123 There was an attempt to renew the previous evening's entertainment, but the De Luynes did not sing, and the music languished for want of inspiration. Thus it hap- pens at sea that our feelings are alternately depressed and excited, and the jokes which arouRo hilarity to-day will to-morrow fall upon listless and unwilling ears. With "^" friends the rule had no exception ; and if there ^ s cause for want of spirits, it was apparent only to .iiose who knew it. The next da>, and the next, except that the weather was beautiful and that the Alaric was making good speed, witnessed nothing of great interest. But on the following morning a ship was sighted which signalled a desire to communicate. The ship " hove to," and the stranger lowered a boat with a single passenger, which quickly made for the Alaric, There was great excite- ment on board at this unusual proceeding, and, as tho boat neared the ship, De Luynes, recognizing some one, motioned to his wife and shouted, " Gustave ! " To climb up tho side of the vessel was the work of a moment. The greeting between Maurice and his friend was most cordial. "Gustave, my cousin, you bring bad news," said Madame De Luynes. "No, no," he answered, embracing her tenderly. "I have but a moment, let me speak to Maurice alone." "Is Ethel alive ? Only tell me that," she persisted. " Oh ! Carlotta, she was quite well when last I saw her. I wanted to save you, but my bad news is that Madame De Luynes is dead." Carlotta dropped passively into her chair, and Mau- rice stepped aside with his cousin. i ■ sun III 124 PROFESSOR CONANT. 'i i: " My poor friend, prepare yourself for worse news ; I knew you were coming on the Alaric. Your little Ethel is lost. Nora cannot be found and the country is being searched for them." "I know^'t," said Maurice, motioning to Holt to join them. " Give me my child's address in London." Holt wrote it with a puzzled air ; Maurice continued, " Gustave, Nora ran away with the child, and died the other day in London ; this good friend rescued my dar- ling, and she is now safe in his house. Carlotta knows nothing, but she has been wild with imaginary fears ; she has had a supernatural prescience that something ■was wrong, though she knew not what. Look at that likeness ! " handing him the portrait. " Great heaven ! that is Ethel," said Gustave. " It is the likeness of the child my friend rescued," continued Maurice. " You are bound for Paris, but go at once to London, identify the child and cable me." Holt, who had divined his motive in calling him, had scribbled a hasty note which he handed to Gustave. " Present this," he said, " and if you recognize the baby your course will be easv." "Good-bye," cried orustave. "I must go. Salute Carlotta for me. It was this shock that killed your poor mother. Trust me." And bowing to the Captain he re-entered the beat and returned to the ship in wait- ing. " I should have gone wit!" him," said Maurice to Holt, "if I could have left my wife. Oh God! my poor mother." The De Luynes retired, and the lively curiosity of the inquiring passengers was not gratified. " This has been an unusual incident," rema,rked the AVE SANCTISSIMA. 125 Captain, as he watched Gustave going off; ''the De Luynes must be people of some influence." In the evening, the Professor and Dr. Elmwood sat alone in a quiet corner of the saloon discussing a toddy before retiring. Eight or wrong, this was a custom they both enjoyed and never abused. They did not approach excess; perhaps, as they lingered over the generous glass, where others would have become hilarious, they might have been convivial, reaching just a faint tinge of exaggeration, just a little mellowing of their confi- dences in and to each other; but never transcending the orthodox limits. They had been speaking of vari- ous subjects, of theories of navigation, of the economies of tlie ship, of its log, its record as to speed, and the manner in which adverse winds had delayed her, the events of the past day, of the way in which Gustave had boarded her, which they thought extraordinary, De Luynes being a mystery to them both. They thought liim clever, versatile, and possessed of remarkable qual- ities. The Professor felt that he might safely confide in his friend, and he told him all we know of poor De Luynes' distractions, including an account of the inter- view with Robert and the revelations of Gustavo. The Doctor was profoundly impressed ; he was, moreover, proud of the confidence, and of the fact that be was in some measure in a position to return it. Ho told the Professor what he knew of the story of Tom and his niece. " '' The Professor thanked him, but he already knew it. His boy, he said tenderly, had no secrets from him. The young people he hoped would come to understand each otii3r, but he thought the best way to deal with such matters was to leave them to themselves. ■nil itm I' iiii' :i i ^iii iV l!li!lll Mw KM 111 11 m w 126 PROFESSOR CONANT. With increasing confidence, Dr. Elmwood then re- lated the story of Miss Boberts and Lord Bolton. There again Tom had forestalled him, but this only left them in a better position to discuss the subject, which seemed full of interest to both. The voyage was not uneventful, tliey both said, and they agreed that it was better to look on than to interfere ; but they expressed their opinions freely, as if nobody could ever know what each had said to the other. So, calmly, do men of middle-ago look down upon the tumults that agitate the young. They have had their trials and overcome them ; they know that life is full of sorrow, and that time is the great healer ; they have learned, also, that one door of enjoyment opens as another closes. They do not expect to enjoy happiness unalloyed, and they know that every cloud has a silver lining. After a while, both retired, sympathetic, but confident that all would come right in the end. w CHAPTEE XIII. "WHO COULD FORESEE PERILS?" The night was beautiful ; and there was only a gen- tle motion of the waters, and 'Every wave with dimpled face, That leaped up in the air, Had caught a star iu its embrace, And held it trembling there.' There was silence in the haunts of the passengers, and the great ship moved majestically all the long night over the quiet sea. Who could fcresee perils or dream that her strength would fail? Towards morning the fog-horn, that terror of passen- gers, began to send forth unearthly sounds. These were warnings to approaching vessels of danger ahead, and they also warned the experienced passenger that a thick fog was prevailing. The sharp eye of the " look-out " could scarcely penetrate the mist, and the chances of collision with vessels in the track were immi- nant. No position is more calculated to arouse the anxiety of travellers at sea. "The Alaric is a fine ship," said De Luynes, "and well manned ; as things go, she is considered to be finely equipped, but she is on a fast lino and there is the danger. No human eye could descry a ship in this 128 PROFESSOR CONANT. m '■\' thick mist, making towards her in time to arrest an in- evitable crash ; and yet she will rush on at full speed in order to make time, when she ought to go slowly and cautiously. In case of accident, what provision have we for saving life ? The boats, if they could be safely lowered, would not ticcommodate two hundred passen- gers, and, including cabin and steerage, we have on board well nigh a thousand souls. The life-preservers would be useless to most of us, because we have not been taught how to wear them, and, awkwardly ad- justed, they would create more danger than they would avoid. All is delightful in smooth sailing, but who shall say that disasters may not occur which would put human life in unnecessary jeopardy ? " " Let us count the boats," said the Professor ; they did so and found there were but ten ; each could carry safely but twenty people. " This is fearful," he added ; "what can we do? " ' . " Oh, we must take our chances, accidents are the exception ; the ships generally make prosperous voy- ages, and so these defects are not exposed. They are neither noticed nor remedied." "I hope the fog will lift soon," said Eobert Holt. "This darkness is becoming intolerable." But all day long it enveloped them, and the dreadful whistle continued to herald the fact. The passengers became gloomy and apprehensive as the night closed in, and there seemed on every countenance a common dread of danger. The decks and the saloons were early deserted ; the anxieties of some were forgotten in sleep, but most people wooed it in vain. There was a timid rap at Dr. Elmwood's door. " May I come in, dear uncle ? I am distracted with this tern- "WHO COULD FORESEE PERILS!" 129 , m- )eed and iiave ifely isen- e on rvers not J ad- yould , wlio Id put ; tliey 1 carry idded ; ire tlie IS ^oy- ley ai6 Holt. Lreadful jsengers It closed common Ire early In sleep, "May lis terri- ble whistle and with these gloomy surroundings. May I sit with you?" "Sit down, child," he responded; "we are mak- ing splendid time, and I see no cause for alarm ; yet life is uncertain and apprehensions are natural. We must look above for strength. " What a field of thought is open to one who watches at midnight in such a sea, feeling that the next moment may precipitate a crash which might engulf every one in the deep waters. How the far-off past re- turns to one '.vith forgotten scenes which are now made familiar again ; one's boyhood, one's school days, the companions of one's youth — and how the minutest details of one's life are lived over again. Home and friends are with him, and it seems as if their presence were real ; the good he has done, the wrongs he has suffered, and been guilty of, how all are reviewed and re-enacted, and how he thinks he would undo this and do that could he live his life over again. Clearly he sees now the path of dut}'", and feels that it would have been easy to follow it ; in such a mood, the triumphs of his life are trifles light as air and his trials not worth remembering. He will make amends if he is spared by becoming the almoner of God's bounties to the poor. He wonders at his own indifference in the past, and as for the future he piously pledges himself to do unto others as he would they should do unto him. " Of all the hundreds in this great ship, how many are realizing this description? How many, being fearful would amend their lives ? How many, once safe again, would renew them ? But thank God wo are in no such extremity ; we are sailing over a smooth sea, in a strong ship, which has weathered the voyage these fifty times, 6* iiiinp! 130 PROFESSOR CONANT. !b„H| MlHl ii II Wk wmn. m 111 and not always in fine weather. Humanly speakinj^, the conditions are all in our favor, and whatever hap- pens will be under the eye of Him without whoso knowledge 'not a sparrow falls.' " You are weary and excited, and you need repose," continued the Doctor. " The morning will bring relief and further evidences of God's mercies. We are rapidly nearing home nov/, and in a few days you will be recounting these trials with a smile, to your friends. You may have great need of strength when you reach them. Summon courage and seek rest." " Pray with me, uncle," she said ; and they joined in a fervent prayer of thanksgiving, petitioning the Almighty Father for protection and peace. " I feel better, uncle ; you have soothed and comforted me , I can sleep now ; good night." " Poor girl ! " said Dr. Elm woo J,- musingly, after she left. " I wish I could comfort myself with the confi- dence which I tried to impart to her. She will have a fearful burden to carry when she reaches home. I won- der, would she not have been better able to meet it had she accepted Tom's suit?" It was late at night, but De Luynes and the young men were still on deck. "I cannot sleep," said De Luynes ; " this fog is so dense and our speed is so great, that I am afraid ; we are within the chapter of accidents, and a collision would sink us ; beyond the whistle, the ship can take no precautions. The sea is alive with steamships and coasters. I have been trying in vain to persuade the Cr^ptain to slacken speed ; he was not rade, but he gave me to understand that he was in command of the vessel. Heavens! that light I" There, was a cry of " ship ahead ! " " WHO COULD FORESEE PERILS ! " 131 "Port your helm !" shouted tlio officer; it was too late ; a brig had struck them, and a terrible crash fol- lowed ; everybody was hurled prostrate. In two min- utes the deck was covered with half-dressed and ter- rified passengers. 7^e confusion was fearful; the ex- citement had no bounds ; women and children rushed aimlessly about utter iiig piteous cries and supplications; and, with few exceptions, the men were equally frantic. Above all the tumult was heard the clear, ringing voice of De Luynes shouting, " Silence ! We are all safe ; let us have order and all may yet be well." Courage always inspires hope, and there was a lull, as if men waited to see what he would do next. The ship had righted herself, but the engine and machinery had stopped. There were cries of distress from the neighboring brig. She was disabled and sinking. Her crew had taken to the water. To lower the boats of the Alaric was but the Avork of a few min- utes ; they moved toward the wreck cautiously in the darkness, that they might avoid the suction of the sinking ship while they sought to rescue her people. The lanterns could not penetrate the thick fog, and the sailors, who could not see, shouted that help was at hand, and thus encouraged the desperate swimmers. Some were pulled into the boats ; some having made for the ship's signal lights, were assisted to climb up ber side, while others, alas ! less fortunate, were lost. The passengers of the Alaric had, momently, for- gotten their own troubles in striving to watch the strug- gles for life going on around them. Of course, they could see nothing, but they heard th<^ cries of distress ^'ith, now and again, a word of encouragement. At length all was silent, except the voices of the men aa 132 PROFESSOR CONANT. lili mm the boats "wero returning. Meantime, tlie Captain had been examining the ship and had found her sadly dam- aged. Her bow had been crushed in; some of tlio rigging of the lost vessel had been entangled with tho screw, and had stopped the engine, leaving no motivo power, except the canvas, which, under the most favor- able circumstances could only pro2:)el the steamer a few miles an hour. The rescued sailors reported their vessel as the Span- ish brig Isabella, bound from the West Indies to Liver- pool. She had been struck amidships and cut in two. The Captain, his wife and children were among the lost. " Poor sufferers," said our Captain, " only with this brief record do their lives come into ours ; perhaps be was a brave seaman and his wife a lovely help-meet ; was it not after all a mercy that when they were called they might tread together the shoreless depths of tlie sea of death ? They were not like the two women grind- ing at the mill ; the one taken and the other left ; they died as they had lived, united." The passengers began slowly to withdraw from tlie deck, and thus quiet was restored ; for notwithstanding all their misfortunes, there was as yet no actual dis- comfort. They had now to depend on the sails, and might be days longer at sea ; but if they could avoid a storm, the good ship would weather it out. What a day was that which followed I the presence of death, the sense of danger escaped; the rean^ion from intense excitement and fear, was like the bruised sensation that follows extreme tension of the muscles. Each had lived a life-time in a few hours, and yet all felt that their sufferings had been rewarded, because comparative safety had succeeded the hour of trial \ niiil Mii.'';^i;;!