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T: ■-Ift. mmnHmmmmmm. mmmmmmmmmfmmimwmmKmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmsmmmm ■ ji ii i il H W HJH J li ^W. w f»;> i n • 3 90 Copyright, 1895, BV I.OTIIROP PUBLISHING COMPANY. //// A'i\'Ats KtserveJ. • ♦:»:; •. i. fAIKHILL A CO , fRINTENt ■OiTON t^ , „ ■'■^firrlh''-^i'ii'l'iliiil'l'*i" '■''■'"■'>'»'■•■■'■ '^- '" ' .' 1 1 ni i m wr^wg • Dr. anh Ittrs. 3- Warren tomtll, MY KINO KKIKNUS, THia MX>K IS APFRCTIONATILV DIDICATIO BY THI AUTHOR, MM. I. K. C^A'.AM CLARK. Mr,- I '■'1. I' c t f I I 'M. i > \'.i I ijuww i i iii Mi iiiii iiiiw wit w i LJ ii ^i iii^^ CONTENTS. ■*' ' ' *r CHAl'TKH I. rAOB Al'HlI. PiCTUBBB * CUAPTEB Unkxpfcted Company 31 CHAPTER III. Dauk Clouds 84 CHAPTEK IV. " Foil IIkbueut'b Sakf ' ' 17 CHAPTER V. A Frbscbiption. M CHAPTER VI. SONH OF OXK F VTIIEK 07 CHAPTER VII. Ah One that Sehveth TO CHAPTER VIII. WlVII TlIK DOCTORB W CHAPTER IX. Is IT A Call ? lOO lyrp^- .4j j tf"y >i i' ' I0^$m0>immmmm9ff^ j f m f' ^ '''^ !^r '' " ■ "mMl» ' ^ 'W t«i \,\ 6 CONTENTS. CHAPTER X. PACK Ilia MoTiiKu's God Itl CHAPTER XI. " I Don't like Questions " 122 CHAPTER XII. Good-bye 133 CHAPTER XIII. Dj:epeb Life 141 CHAPTER XIV. Two SuiTOKs 149 CHAPTER XV. Afbica 159 CHAPTER XVI. An Accident 173 CHAPTER XVII. A ]Si£W Feau 181 CHAPTER XVIII. The Bordeic Land 189 CHAPTER XIX. Not Africa but JEsirs 194 CHAPTER XX. Slipped Unawares 201 CHAPTER XXI. His Father's Pulpit 2«9 CHAPTER XXII. Lee's Secret 216 i ' ^ fc> ' i jn'-i ' ."nXa t Mnaa^iVmimitmu utii/iBm .tnjjm i jf i i iii ] i i 'i j ii I I . ' i'i ii i i .i i . ii m !« tii (i 'i*i' ^ i PAGB 111 122 133 141 149 159 173 181 189 194 201 2«9 216 I ':^; ft. "■W mm^rn y :'::%; saem 10 liEHBERT OAhDENELL, JR. " This moment, do you mean, Mumpsie clear, or some future moment when time is plenteous?" This from below. " Now, my darling, this very minute. Put off your apron and come up to me ; just for a little while, please," coaxingly. " Don't wheedle me, Mumpsie dea" ; you know I can't stand it," answered the laughing voice. " I'd like to be obliging, but really I must be excused. ' Where duty calls or danger,' — you can finish the rhyme while I obey it. ' Work is press- ing, time is flying'— trite but true" — sotto voce. " I'm afraid you'll have to be your own company this morning or descend to my level." "Nonsense 1 I want to borrow you for a while. Drop your work." "It won't drop, it's dough, and sticks!" in comical despair. "Bread and pies, dinner and dessert, cleanliness and order, all to be evolved from genei-al chaos and the laws of evolution in one mortal's hands. Away with temptation I I can't be borrowed. With all due reverence, Mumpsie, I won't be borrowed, no, not for a mo- ment," dramatically. "Fred, how can you? "—the weight of the rebuke quite lost in the tremor of merriment that shook the lady's voice as she shook her head warn- ingly at the laughing youth in the doorway. " How can t/ou, rather ? The dough, rising in its wrath, threatens to overflow the pan ; the vege- tables beat their hands and turn up their eyes im- ion\^'AiaKeM*if^}:i~-^- ^--~ BOniB mmm JR. impsie dear, or 18 plenteous?" nute. Put off just for a little ea" ; you know aughing voice. illy I must be iger,' — you can Work ispress- le" — sotto voce. • own company !l." 'ou for a while. nd sticks ! " in es, dinner and to be evolved of evolution in ;h temptation I due reverence, >, not for a mo- weight of the merriment that : her head warn- doorway. iough, rising in B pan ; the vege- ip their eyes im- APRIL PICTURES. 11 ploring my attention, and wonder with me at such attempts to cabbage my time." " Oooh 1 " The lady thrust a finger in either ear, but the prolonged exclamation was only greeted with the most musical of laughs. ** Did ever anybody hear of such a child be- fore 1" merry dismay in the questioner's voice. Fred you are naughty, disobedient, wilful. I don't want you ; go back to your idols." Going, going, gone 1" in exact imitation of an auctioneer's tone, accompanied by the soft rustle of a dress, and a young man leaning far over the balustrade caught just a glimpse of disappearing calico. " She has gone back to her kitchen. Shall we retire gmcefuUy from the field or descend and bring her up bodily? No," answering her own question, " the child is busy. I forgot there was bread to mould this morning. She thinks I am coaxing her un for a rest ; I do sometimes. She overworks constantly ; it is her way, and 1 have to look after her. No matter, my turn will come when she finds you here. She hasn't the slightest idea of your presence." And the fair-haired, fresh-faced, pretty woman of five-and,-forty put her arm through that of the young man, and leaning fondly on him, walked through the open door into the room beyond. "Now," as they seated themselves in the cool parlor, " tell me about your mother and how you happen to be here." %t] -A^ Vr*J *»* "PSiPPiiiiiir lit HERBERT GARDENELL, JR. " Mother 'vas not well when I left home, has been rather poorly for some time," answered Yensie's son. " But I haven't heard a word from any one for a month or more." " Herbert Gardenell, what do you mean?" " That I have been a bohemian for some time past, here to-day and gone to-morrow, never quite sure where I would be next, so that my friends have not known where to address me." " But here — surely they would write you here ? And there hasn't a word arrived." » No? " with a laugh. "That isn't wonderful, Aunt Jessie, though I am half afmid to tell you why. The fact is, I did not expect to come here myself two days ago." " Herbert Gardenell, do I understand you ? Visit the West and not come to us ! What will your uncle say ? " " O, I'm here. Saying is useless now. You will simply have to make the best of me. I am doing the West on horseback, and for my health, and am not expected to have much of a pro- gramme, or to pay much attention to the proprie- ties. But, really, I got sick for a bit of something homey, so I came to you, auntie." For answer auntie aro ,e, and walking across the room, deliberately hugged the speaker. " I should never have forgiven you if you had not come, you dear duplicate of your father. And now you are here prepare to remain awhile. Where is your luggage ? " "■'sSfet^ '-iivifim fpp T^'smwWhWf JR. left home, has le," answered •d a word from I mean ? " loT some time w, never quite lat my friends e." rite you here ? ii't wonderful, lid to tell you to come here lerstand you ? 8 1 What will ss now. You of me. I am for my health, uch of a pro- the proprie- t of something cing across the :er. (Tou if you had 1 your father, remain awhile. APRIL PICTURES. 13 " TtMi miles distant. I just ran over to visit a few houi^. A friend whom I have picked up on my journey awaits me there." " Let him wait, or, better, come here and join you. I give you my word you shall not leave us under a month, and may as well surrender to your fate." -■ " Is Aunt Jessie among the prophets ? " asked the j'oung man smilingly. " And what will be- come of my riding ? " " Riding ? — why, you can pursue that under my espionage. Fred is a superb hoi-sewoman and acquainted with all the finest roads about here, and they are not few. She shall introduce you to the beauties of the place. It has changed a good deal since you were here. Elsie and Marian will be home in a couple of weeks, and you can see us all together." The young man shook his head, but Mrs. Rogers paid no attention to that. She only drew her cliair up to his side and inquired into the cause of his poor health. " I'm not sure I have poor health," he replied, " I think, rather, I am suffering from the abuse of good health. It seems absurd for a great fellow like me to speak of illness. The fact is I have overworked. I have been supplying a couple of country churches and serving the Mission as well. I took no rest after graduation, and — well. Doctor Germaine ordered me off and threatened trouble if he saw my face under six months. Nothing i* VBj "'^'il fm 14 IIKliUEHT QAPDENELL, JR. serious, auntie, but "—ho laid \m liand gently on one of hers—" but let any man sink himself for a c(>uple of years in tlie slums of New York ; wade tiiiough its slime, allow its needs, its agonies to reach hia heart, and it will take much of God's wide world, the open stretches of earth and air, to restore him. Sometimes I felt myself a hundred years old— so fieighted is every day there with yeare of woe— and only the Young Man at the right hand of God kept mo by His Eternal Youth from premature decay and death. Aunt Jessie, the burden of so many sins and sorrows weighed me down. I could not seem to throw it off, it haunted me day and night. I do not wonder the world's sins killed the Son of God, so little of it would kill me." "Is ho not his father's son?" said Mrs. Rogere, tears in her eyes, as she drew his liand to her lips. " I trust he is," replied the young, man much moved. " But, Aunt Jessie, with all the little resemblance I know I have to both my heavenly and earthly fathere, I have learned this past year how much I lack of real semblance to either. Nothing so humbles mo and nothing so exalts me, as the knowledge that, in spite of my deficiencies, I am still a son, a beloved son, and that I bear the family likeness." Meanwhile, downstairs a maiden sang as she moulded her dough. Hers was a bright, piquant, rather than beautiful face: the cheeks round and dimpled, the brows dark and arching, the mouth IP viwrSPm^^^^SlF" .L, JR. landgeittl^'onone inself for a c(>uple k ; wade tiuough nies to reach his fod's wide world, ir, to restore hiin. 3d yeara ohl — so I yeare of woe — ight liand of God from premature he burden of so 3 down. I could ited me day and I'a sins killed the kill me." aid Mrs. Rogei-s, tiis hand to her mug, man much ;h all the little ith my heavenly id this past year lance to either, ng so exalts me, my deficiencien, find that I bear en sang as she bright, piquant, eeks round and ling, the mouth CTBlaWtorj^ ti.-*ii. APRIL PICTURES. 15 large and mobile, with teeth as white as milk when it opened in the laugh so natuml to it. The hair, off of the low brow, had a glow about it, a dash of red that made it warm and admimbly fitted it to the face beneath, to which it dung in little natural puffs and rings. The gray eyes had the same suggestion of color about tlunr usually merry depths, though just now the}' were grave enough with the thought tl t filled them. " I wish I was like this dough, white and pli- able, unspotted a:id easily moulded to His will," she thought. " I want to lie good, I try, but I don't succeed," with a sigh. " I am just a blun- derer. T wonder if mother leally needs me? I am sure this bread needs moulding. I wonder over so many things, am sure of so few. If I were yielded wholly to God's will iliould I not know it better ? But now I know so little only " — and here the sunny smile chased away every vestige of shadow — " only I know He loves me and I love Him." And then, clear as a bird's trill, " O what a wonder that Jesus loves me," rang out on the morning air. " Whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus," — that had been her verse this morning. She pondered the little-big adverb as she lovingly jiatted the loaves nnd dropped them in the waiting tins. " All ! " Could it mean the bread, the dessert her father loved ? "I make that for father, not miAJMuimiitmm^^ le IlKIilfKRT aARDKNELL, JR. i i for Jesus." Tho white brows coming togetlicr. " ()uf(lit it to Ihj for JeHUH? How caul do tint in Iliu name ? " She had tho sugar and butter in the bowl, and as she worked them soft lier thoughts ran on. "I nugiit Hiiy gnveo over it. I often ask Jesus to make it turn out good. It is so nice to liavo Him in everything. I wish I always rememl)ered. This pudding, this bread, in Thy name, Jesus," and then she broke foith into song again. George Rogers' farm had added to, yes, nearly doubled itself, in tho ten yeai-s since Herlwrt Gardenell — then a mere liid — had visited it last. A natural fanner, proud of his calling and his estate, everything was in the highest state of cultivation, and miglit well delight the most inex- j)erieneed e3'c. Acre after acre of precious grain Btretched away on every side, fruit was abundant, vegetibles not hicking. IJut tho sUiple market- product was wheat. The house was large, square, and commodious, without any outwo'/d adornment, but with an unmistakable air of sulstantial comfort and ele- gance. It was remov(!d a distance from tlu; st.able8 and out-buildings, and stood on a little knoll, from v/hich sloperl away on either side the front graded lawns, beautifully green and smooth. Behind the house the land fell away more abruptly, bringing the work-rooms in the basement. Not so bad a thing when windows and doors opened directly upon so much loveliness. Mmm i mmnwHi i uinB iiii ' i rt niwm |"'fJU,l! ' !l Am ^M rn. APttlh PICTrilKS. \1 ling togt'tlier. ciui I do U>it the Ixivvl, and M run on. ton iwk JcHiiH ) nice to havo H renieml)ere(l. naine, Jesus," gain. to, yes, nearly since Ilorlwrt visited it last. .Uing and his jlicst stato of the most inex- precions grain was abundant, staple niarkut- I commodious, hut with an Tifoit and ele- roni the sUvhles ;tle knoll, from le front graded II away more I the basement. ws and doors iness. No rooms in the house had liner views or more refreshing, n8 the veruant Hloiieti merged in the orchard l^vjond where the birds sang all day the hununer long, and spring blossoms shed their licauty and fnigrance. 'l"ho tlowcr-garden, too, was on that side of the house and added its rain- bow of color to the general iKMiuty. Mr. and Mrs. Itogem were hcaity, social, l)enev- oleiit, large-hearted, and their dwelling seemed somehow to pai-tuke of these qualities. Every room in the house was large and light and cheery; the upper ones with windows reaching to the flooi-s and opening on to the verandahs, and every appointment suggestive of wealth and comfort. Hut neither parlor, library, drawing-room, nor chaml)er could outvie, in the estimation of the women of the family, the long, Inight, cheerful dining-room finished and furnished in oak, itM dainty table laid in silver and china; or the kitchen l)eyond with its yellow floor, llecked with Hunshine, and its polished range reflecting all its surroundings, or the par.try with its rows of tins and its screened window opening on the wide- spread loveliness without. This was Nason's domain, the one maid — for in a family of gir^^ no more was needed. And never maid better appreciated the dignity of her position than this western spinster who ruled supreme, graciously permitting the ladies of the household to assist her when they so pleased, though she by no means considered their help necessary. She 2 '?H fciiiiiiiaiiilBiiiiiiirfi ]i„ m liiiMiiinifiiiii I ^ 18 IIKIIHKHT UAltDKSKLL, JR. f pi'uft)i'i't'y hIiouUI keep in their own pvrt of tlio OHtiibliHliiiitiiit, wiiich hIi» tlucliiiu*! wan alM>ve Ntaira. Itidfud NiiHon vviih just a little j»alouH of iiitorferennu, and mtlier r«H(*ntud the favor with which her young nuHtrcHs'H new dcparturcH in cookery were met. Hut Nason wivs not thero to frown or HUggeHt tluH morning. The slight figure in ilH neat print dreHs, with arms niadt! Iiure to the dimpled ('IIh)wh, and hiiir pushed hack from its iluHhed face, was not Molly Nason'H. She never had Nuch Hmiling lips and tender, brooding eyes. To Molly Niwon " A primrose by the river brim, A yelluw primrose wnn And It was tiolliing more." But Nason — as she in«i.sted on being called, Molly M'lis so common — was having a week's vacation to attend her brother's wedding, and Miss Fred, her rival in all culinary affairs, was having her own sweet will without let or hindrance. And nature was having its own sweet will also, as this pretty, girlish bit of humanity well knew, iis, mixing s{)oon in hand, she looked forth on the beauty spreading out from the window near which she worked. The spring was wide awake this April day. She heard its voice in the chipper of birds and caught its glance through the opening apple-blossoms, and saw it nod as daffodils .ind tulips greeted each other and an early dandelion lifted its face to the miiiiiiii Xrr ArniL PICTURKM. own i»»fit of jU;(l cIIkjwh, h'aI fiico, wiw sinh Hmiling Wolly Nitton called, Molly 'h vacation to 'iss Fred, lier ing her own 'eet will also, y well knew, forth on tlie w near which ril day. She s and caught blossoms, and greeted each i face to the hluu Hky. All nature Heeniud joining the hymn that full from the niaiden'rt li|M, and !\n artittt niiglit well have iittHitatud, iiad ho i)cen deHiring to paint a synilK)! of spring, Wlween the April face in the pantry window and the April scene on which uhe gazed. Hut lIuH girl wait no idler. TIt>r dainty flngent kept time witli the rhythm of her song, and ere long the bread was in the oven and the dusseit set away to cool, looking delicious enough to tempt the most capricious appetite. Knergetic women are generally systematic. Fred had her plans laid for to^lay's work, and dis- liked to be thwarted in an undertaking. She had set her lieait on the cleansing and rearranging of the serving man's chamber; it must Ikj in order before Nason's return. The young lady had not been impressed with the maid's nniiuier of caring for the room, and had gathered a liost of little knick-knacks to brighten its appearance. She meant to l)egin with broom and mop as soon tia the frosting for her dessert was ])repared. Alas for her scheming I As she dealt the sugar into the whites of her eggs her song went up, up, until it penetmted to where two people sat talk- ing. " She's a jewel," said the lady. " I could not do without her. Now that Nason is gone I am cer- tain there wouldn't be anything in this house fit to eat if it wasn't for Fred, thanks to my bringing up. Oh I the time I had when I was first married and m so llERliERT GAIWEXELL, JR. my girl suddenly left me. Your uncle was a mar- tyr. He ate what was set before him, asking no questions, for his wife's sake, and making no com- ments, thougii I will not say he did not occasionally make a wry face. I have my place, but it isn't at the cook-stove. Never many a society girl, Her- bert. She may do the best she can for you, but I fear she'll fail you on bread "I'veuisisted on all my girls learning a 111 tie al)Out housekeeping, c ven Marian. You remenj^>er Marian, don't you — my little speckled gosling? She is just as smart as your father predicted she would be. It will always be a marvel to me where that child got her brains. She is oft' geologizing with a party of friends. Fred thought this was the time to spare Nason, who needed a rest and liad a brother about to be married, though I fancy our acquiescence would have made little difference in her plans after she once decided them. It is only three days since she started, and it seems like a montli. My poor little chick will be pretty closely confined until her return. It almost seems a revenge of fate when one remembei-s that I named Fred in desperate determination that there should be one boy in the family. I ought to have called her Benjamin rather, or something like it, some- thing that would express the feminine of the son of my right hand. Let us go down and find her, Herbert." JR. UNEXPECTED COMPANY. icle was a mar- him, asking no laking no com- lot occasionally I but it isn't at ciety girl, Her- i for you, but I jarniug a liltle You reraenj^>er ;kled gosling ? r predicted she el to me where )ff geologizing ught this was ded a rest and though I fancy ittle difference d them. It is id it seems like will be pretty [t almost seems 1*3 that I named ,t there should to have called like it, some- ine of the son 1 and find her, CHAPTER II. UNEXPECTED COMPANY. " A spirit all sunshine, giaceful from very gladness, bepuci- ful because bright." — Cablyle. Once below stairs, the young man was stationed in the entry while the lady sought her daughter. Through the open door, across the long, cool din- ing-room and kitchen, his eye caught a glimpse of the bright picture in the pantry beyond. Bright! That was exactly the word that ex- pressed the univei-sal impression this young lady made on everybody. There was a warmth, a glow, a color about her that cheered and enthused the beholder instinctively, and brightened the very spot she occupied. Her mother often said laugh- ingly that the only thing needed to make a dark room light was to bring Frodrica into it. And now the piquant face peeped from the pan- try door as her mother advancing, called her name. Flushed, sparkling, with a suggestion of mischief in the eyes and a hint of defiance in the voice, she said, " Here," as if answering to a roll- call. UI»llll| i iaj|lU l lll« i> i l *»i i i«i:uiu»ii^.wiMiiiM H HERBERT GARDEN ELL, JR. i^ " Muinpsie's poor little giii ! her precious little drudge ! her owiitiest daughter I " " Oh I what a wheedle wee it is ! " with a ring, ing laugh as two lips were lifted to the mother's face. " What does it want, that it begins so judi- ciously ? " " Only its very ownest daughter to come up and brighten the lonesomeness of the parloi-s." " Selfish Mumpsie I It can only be done at the sacrifice of duty. Aren't you ashamed of your- self ? " as the egg-lieater whisked back and forth with merry recklessness. " But I will help you by-and-by. It is early yet — I only want you a moment." "And the little moments, Humble tlioii; they be, Make the mighty ages Of Eternity." sang the maiden, testing the stiffness of her frost- ing. " But, darling, there's something special — a great treat in store for you." Two hands were placed quickly over two eara, as Fred darted away, singing, " Yield not to temptation." She came Kick into sight presently, her precious pudding in her hands. " You may have a peep, mamma," she said. " We have company, Fred." "No!" a look of real dismay, as the face sobered for an instant. JR. precious little " with a ring- ) the mother's begins so judi- 3 come up and ■lore." be done at the imed of your- ack and forth r. It is early UNEXPECTED COMPANV, 23 18 of her frost- ig special — a iver two eare, Yield not to ght presently, " You may as the face " A gentleman." " Tut," a laugh dimpling the fiice, " there isn't such an article within ten miles of this place, papa excepted." And a smile drifted over the grave face in the entry. "Hush-h-h!" " Oh, he can't hear. He's deaf in one ear, and can't see out of the other eye." The tone of the girl's voice stirred the risibles of the listener until he feared detection. "Fred!" " Oh, it's no use to say Fred to me under such circumstances. Don't I know who it is? I despise him. Sunshine ! What do you need of sunshine, when you have the full moon already shining in the room above ? I will not see him, and that's the whole of it. I'm sick of his dangling after me, and ' dear Fredricaing ' me. I'm not dear, and I hate Fredrica when he pro- nounces it, and he'd better be about his work if he has any, and if he hasn't he'd better go to Jamaica or Australia and find some. The very sight of his big round face and washed-out eyes turns my stomach, there I " and the speaker dropped the last spoonful of frosting on her pud- ding with decision. ^ » ^ "Fredrical"